Second Sister Nongmen has space

Chapter 279 Searching Home (1)

Mr. Lin had only been in Qili County for two days when he heard Lin Qingyuan's nonsense.

My concubine brother doesn't care about family affairs, doesn't do his job properly, hangs around the Goulan courtyard all day long, and even gets entangled with those married women.

He punished him by kneeling in the ancestral hall several times, but he didn't restrain himself, and the elders were so angry that they no longer cared about him.

The reputation is also bad, even if the family wants to find a suitable person for marriage, others are unwilling.

Now it seems that if Song Liyun can really be taken home and won his heart, it may not be a bad thing.

Thinking of this, Mr. Lin wrapped his neck around his neck, coughed lightly twice, and the waiter at the side hurried forward: "Master Lin, the window is cool, you can't blow it like this."

Mr. Lin knew that he would suffer from asthma every year in winter, so he didn't try his best, so he sat back at the table and asked the boy, "Has the person who went to Fucheng come back?"

The boy replied: "I've already returned, and said that the Qian Shu Office of the government office is coming to Qili County to check the polls over the years!"

The corner of Mr. Lin's mouth twitched: "Prefect Zhang is so naughty now!"

Tianxiang Building has a close relationship with the guards and the county government. In order to prevent the Qili county magistrate from engaging in malpractice for personal gain, he has already notified the government government to supervise the handling of the case.

Although what I want is supervision, or to put it mildly, I want to be an observer, but in fact I want someone who can make Jiang Feng fearful.

But I didn't expect that someone came, but it was a small official secretary office. The prefect of Pingyang is playing two tricks!
However, there is nothing impossible to do.

As the county magistrate, Jiang Feng was in Suijin Town for the first time, and his arrival caused a sensation in the town.

Luo Baihu had already ordered people to surround Baolinju, and the people in the town could only stand at a distance.

The people outside could only see the yamen servant entering the woods of Baolinju, and immediately started whispering.

"What's wrong with the Song family? Are we still repairing the house? Don't get paid after finishing the work!" Some spectators were worried.

"What are you afraid of? So many people are doing it. I heard that the acorn food shop in the town is owned by the Song family. You haven't seen how many cars come to pull vermicelli every day. The money is like water, so I'm afraid I paid you a few taels of silver!" Someone expressed disdain.

The person who spoke first laughed dryly: "Aren't I worried? That acorn food store belongs to the Song family. If the Song family commits a crime, it will be confiscated, and we will have no money!"

As soon as this remark came out, it immediately resonated with several people around: Yes, if the Song family's things are seized, I will have nothing, and they are all worried.

Hu Qing, Xue Zhuang and others were also among the onlookers. When they heard these discussions, they all looked solemn, and quickly withdrew from the crowd to gather at the Suijin Guild Hall.

Baolin Juli, Song Lao Er's family of three stared wide-eyed.

They're going to find their stuff here, guaranteed proof.

This matter is easy, as long as I casually point to a few pieces of clothing and furniture and say they belong to the old house, who can deny it.

Jiang Feng didn't sit in the house either, but asked someone to bring a chair to sit on the porch of the front yard.

Baolin Residence used to be a mansion, and after a year of residential renovation, the traces of being burned have long since dissipated.

Even in winter, the high corridor is bright, and there are no. 30 people standing there is not crowded.

Under the supervision of the yamen servants, Song Lao Er led a few people to search for the objects.

Song Laoer took Song Xiaobao in the front yard.

When they came yesterday, they were stopped just after entering the gate. The Song family had never even entered the house. At this moment, they looked at the jujube wood dining table and the pear wood chairs that were polished and polished on the kang.

These furniture are not comparable to the rough wooden furniture at home.

He touched the smooth tabletop with his hands and looked at the delicate lines, and quickly calculated how much this table was worth, and how much that chair was worth!
With one eye swollen, Song Xiaobao was frozen in the prison all night, and now his nose was running non-stop: "Father, these tables don't belong to my house, go find another place!"

"Shut up, what do you know?" Song Lao Er didn't care about what his son was saying at this time, he just thought about how to move these things away.

Song Xiaobao jumped anxiously: "Father, you've been dawdling here and you haven't looked into the cellar of the wing!"

He has been with the gangsters in Qingping Town for a long time, and he knows that rich families like to hide valuable things in darkrooms and cellars.

"Yes!" Reminded by his son, Song Laoer realized that this is a kang table, and there are still many places I haven't seen!
The father and son anxiously wanted to go to the next room, but were stopped by the two yamen servants who had been following them.

"Song Defu, do you have anything in this house?" the Songfeng county guard asked coldly, holding a scroll in his hand.

They are specially recorded, and they will be recorded as soon as the stolen goods are reported.

Song Laoer almost didn't even think about it, he opened his mouth and said, "Yes, they all belong to my family."

Watching the yamen servant in Songfeng County pick up a pen and write, the yamen servant in Qili County next to him said coldly: "Song Defu, you have to read carefully. If you admit your mistake, you should be punished as blackmail. One year in jail is not a light sentence."

He is a yamen servant who has been involved in the case for a long time, and the situation of Song Defu touching the kang table just now naturally fell into his eyes. Even a blind person could see the greedy look.

There is no furniture from the Song family here!
Who would touch something that they have used for decades like a bride.

Go to jail!

Song Lao Er suddenly woke up. Last night, lying in the wet and cold haystack, surrounded by prisoners rushing for land, that feeling was really uncomfortable.

"No, no, I just admitted my mistake!"

Song Laoer's head shook like a wave drum. Even if he recognizes these furniture, he won't be able to move it away. It's better to pick some more valuable ones.

The Songfeng County clerk who was recording raised his eyebrows: "Song Defu, you can't even recognize your own things? If you open your mouth again, you will talk nonsense. When you return to Songfeng County, you will be charged with lying."

Song Laoer was shocked, he came this time not only for family property.

Sweat came out of his forehead, and he hurriedly lowered his head to apologize: "I didn't sleep well last night, it was because of my eyesight just now."

This Song Defu is a shameless person who always tells lies.

The officials of Songfeng County and Qili County looked at each other, and they both showed tacit expressions.

Everyone is a thousand-year-old fox, so there is no need to pretend to be a wolf with a big tail.

After a cursory look at the main room in the front yard, the beads of sweat on Song Lao Er's forehead were crackling and falling.

He never cared about anything in his home in Xiaoshi Village, so he didn't know whether these chests of the same size and style belonged to him.

He wanted to admit it indiscriminately, but the words of the Qili county yamen servant sent chills down the spine.

If not, I will have to suffer the board!

After seeing the room, he said he wanted to see the cellar.

Song Zhenping, Song Lizheng, Song Dekui and his son stayed beside Jiang Feng all the time, and they didn't even enter the house.

Hearing that the cellar still needs to be seen at this time, Song Zhenping asked Han Ming to open the cellar door without hesitation.

Jiang Feng and Luo Baihu can guess how much his own property is, and he doesn't need to hide it.

Especially Yun'er's marriage is like that, if the family is completely empty, it will be looked down upon.

As for the second uncle... that's just an outsider, and I didn't recognize him long ago!

(End of this chapter)