bad, i'm a fool

Chapter 187 Bota's Home
"This is your document, approved by Fasi, and it should be used when returning to Simeng."

West Asia, one of the former five cities of Liangzhou, Mocang.

Jiang Ningyun stuffed a piece of paper into the hands of Han Dongwen, No. [-] machine, and said so lightly.

It was already afternoon, and the meeting with Grand Duke Tilda was over in the early morning.

During the inspection early this morning, all the West Asian guards in the five cities have been replaced by the staff of the Grand Duke's mansion, and they are no longer the actual members of the Catholic Church wearing priests' robes.

He also noticed that the people onlookers along the road were also different from the last time he was in the capital of West Asia—among the crowd this time, apart from the residents of the five cities, there were also many people with Simao faces, most of them were private caravans , Hearing the news that the transaction with West Asia will reduce taxes at the end of the year, the attitude towards Simeng Sansi has obviously eased a lot.

Whether it is to join in the fun or really want to see the official figures of Simeng, even though the inspection procedures are cumbersome and strict, there are still many Simeng people, or residents of the five cities who were originally Simeng people. It was beyond Han Dongwen's expectations.

The Fasi and his team will leave for Simeng the next day. Jiang Ningyun didn't intend to stay longer, but just came here for a cutscene. When he heard that Han Dongwen asked to stay for a few days, he gave him the documents so that he could be alone. Go back to Simeng.

"Thank you, Master Chief."

Han Dongwen just reached out to take it, but Jiang Ningyun suddenly turned his wrist up, making Han Dongwen catch it.

She raised her eyes and looked at Han Dongwen: "I asked you to ask about His Highness, did you?"

Han Dongwen rolled his eyes, lowered his head and said, "I have already reported it to the higher authorities, but I have not yet received the approval from the superiors."

This sentence has two meanings, one is that he has no way to contact His Highness directly, but this time is not as fast as her Jiang Ningyun is flying around.

There's always nothing wrong with putting some smoke bombs on.

Jiang Ningyun obviously analyzed the meaning behind his words, looked at him for a while, and handed the paper out.

"Go out if you have nothing to do. Since you asked to stay for a few more days, you must have something to do. Don't delay."

The two people's current room is the office of the officials sent by the Mocang Council, which is the office of the officials sent by the Grand Duke's Mansion. It was specially vacated in advance for Jiang Ningyun to rest here.

After thanking Han Dongwen, he took the paper and put it in his arms. He turned around and was about to leave. As soon as he opened the door of the office, he saw two judicial officers and soldiers walking in with a wooden box.

He glanced at it, it was a wooden box with a black gold seal, not a common style in Simeng, and the gold seal on it was not the cross of the Catholic Church, but a long sword placed in front of the tower shield , and on both sides are rising wings.

He had seen such a mark before, and it represented the Grand Duke's residence.

"Master Chief, according to the order of the Grand Duke of West Asia, the things have been brought."

The two officers and soldiers passed by Han Dongwen, and Han Dongwen continued to walk forward without changing his face, silently remembering this matter in his heart.

Grand Duke Tilda sent something to Jiang Ningyun?

Obviously, this should not be something sensitive—otherwise, the officers and soldiers would not just handle it like this. Then, it should be something that was sent to Simeng by Jiang Ningyun.

That being the case, the No. [-] machine can't see it, but Lord Wen should be able to see it. If not, I'm afraid we should focus on observing the National Law Department, or at least focusing on Jiang Ningyun.

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It could be a day, or two days later.

"Mom, I bought something."

Bota pushed open the door of the house, and took off an old but thick lime cloth bag on his shoulders and put it at his feet, revealing two long loaves of bread, some onions and potatoes, and a piece of whitish cheese.

"I'm cooking now, you wait a moment."

His nose was a little red from the cold. He rubbed the snow on the soles of his feet in front of the door, took off a dark scarf around his neck and hung it on the coat rack by the door, closed the door and lifted the cloth bag again, suddenly felt It's colder in the room than I thought.

"Have you turned off the stove again?"

Botha walked into the back room worriedly, where his mother, Loreth, was sitting on a wooden chair by the window in a draped drape, mending a pair of overalls with a needle and thread in her hand.

Seeing Porta walking in, Loreth looked a little flustered and waved his hands: "It's not that cold at home, I'm alone, just put on a blanket, and there's no need to make a fire... cough cough."

She obviously still couldn't hold back her cough.

"How about that!"

Bota walked to the nearby fireplace with some reproach, but lifted a smaller coal stove with a handle and put it at Loreth's feet, with a few carbon spheres inside.

He turned around and took out a box of matches from above the fireplace, struck them two or three times, finally lit one, threw it into the small stove, and stuffed a few strips of newspaper from the bread bag into it to ignite the fire, and waited until The small furnace finally emitted a warm orange light, and then said again: "Your illness has just recovered, and you haven't fully recovered yet. How can you catch a cold?"

Loris sighed helplessly but with some relief, and turned her gaze back to the overalls in her hand. The overalls were obviously an adult's style, and they didn't fit Bota's figure well.

"I went out in the morning, only to find that firewood and coal are more expensive now, so use as little as you can, and you have to cook."

With a weak and tired smile on her face, Bota looked at her mother and bit her lower lip: "It's okay, when your illness is cured and the weather is not so cold, the days will always be better. "

Loris nodded: "I'll finish sewing these pants in a while, and you can send them to Auburn's house. Remember to ask them for sixty takalus."

"What you should do is to rest!"

Bota sighed, but he didn't stop his mother, but turned his head and lifted the cloth bag containing the ingredients to the direction of the kitchen: "I'm having cheese, onion and mushroom soup today, and the church sent out cheese."

"It's all right, remember to cut off the green parts of the cheese, those that cannot be eaten."

"Don't worry mom."

Just as Botha was about to start a fire, he suddenly heard a knock on the door.

"Knock knock knock."

Is someone coming?
Could it be that Uncle Auburn couldn't wait and came to get his pants now?
He grabbed a quick rag and wiped his hands, then quickly walked to the door and opened it: "Uncle Auburn, the pants haven't..."

He stopped halfway through the speech.

The one standing at the door was not that Uncle Auburn, but a Simeng man with black hair and black eyes that he had never seen before.

Naturally, it was Han Dongwen who rushed to Talis Diocese.

"Bota?" he asked.

Botha nodded blankly: "It's me, sir, you... who are you looking for?"

Han Dongwen showed a smile, knocked the snow on the soles of his shoes on the threshold, and said irrelevantly: "Little brother, forgive me, you should still remember that a month ago, the king of Simeng, a neighboring country, visited West Asia?"

"We don't buy things..."

Botha curled her lips, and sometimes the Simeng people who do business in West Asia would also come to sell them door-to-door. Although it didn't cause any complaints, buying things always requires money.

The person in front of him is probably here to sell Simeng souvenirs. To the Bota family, isn't money as precious as blood?
As he spoke, he was about to close the door. Han Dongwen's eyes were quick, and he stretched out his hand to support the door: "No, you misunderstood. If I remember correctly, you were lucky enough to give wine to a Simeng concubine at that time?"

Botha nodded, this is nothing unusual, and many people know about it, so he kept his job in the winery.

Han Dongwen smiled: "And that princess also gave you a piece of medicine in return to cure your mother's illness?"

After hearing this, Botha was stunned.

He didn't tell anyone about this matter, it's not that he didn't want to talk about it, it was the concubine who asked him not to publicize it.

Who is this person in front of me?How did he know?
Han Dongwen put away his smiling face and said sincerely: "I am a subordinate sent by the concubine. I am here today to observe your mother's recovery. If necessary, I will prescribe some medicine for her."

"First, sir, please come in!"

Bota was stunned for a moment to understand, and hurriedly opened the door to let the other party into the room: "Yes, I'm sorry sir, what should I call you?"

"My surname is Gu."

　hello readers

　　In the past two days, there are some things on the subject that have to be rushed, and the speed has slowed down. I will try to return to normal next Tuesday.

　　Please bear with me.

　　
　
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