Jiang Xia was wearing a long gown of Confucian scholars and pretended to be holding a paper fan.

These are all "gifts" from Manager Huang, and he will try hard to pretend to be a scholar.

Jiang Shusheng's memory is still there, and Jiang Xia can be regarded as a true character. When she wears this long gown, she follows the steady movement in her memory, and she has the temperament of a scholar.

Unfortunately, he felt that long hair was in trouble in the wasteland, so he shaved his head, which made his current hairstyle a little inappropriate.

All the scholars in this world have long hair. Only Buddhist disciples or some monks will have short hair. In desperation, they put a felt hat on their heads, which can cover up one or two.

"Thank you for your message, I'm grateful."

At the door of the mining supervisor's house, Jiang Xia held a fan in his hand and bowed to the old servant of the mining supervisor as if he was decent. He took a step forward and turned his wrist and another small piece of silver fell into the palm of the old servant's hand.

The latter took a secret look, and there was a surprise on his face full of wind and frost, and a little uneasy.

His master is also considered a person in the officialdom. He has also heard of some "customs" in the officialdom, but this is the first time he has been given red envelopes.

The scholar in front of me is so generous, and I don’t know what the purpose of coming.

This made the old servant feel the same worries as the master.

There was a carriage parked on the street behind Jiang Xia. Lao Si and Su, who had changed into ordinary clothes, were carrying large boxes one by one out of the carriage.

He waved his hand and smiled at the old servant again. Seven or eight boxes were sent into the yard of the mining prison and piled up at the door.

He himself tidied up his clothes and walked into the yard with the old servant. As soon as he came in, Jiang Xia looked around and couldn't help but think in his heart.

This mining prison has been living a very hard life.

This yard is not visible outside, but once you come in, the poor and sour atmosphere cannot be hidden.

There are only three houses. The main hall in front of me probably lived in. There is a kitchen like that of thatched house on the left, and a few large tanks with lids piled up at the door.

Maybe there were pickled pickles inside, and a smell came in the wind.

The house on the right is also low, it should be the only old servant who lives in it. There are some washing clothes hanging on the edge of the yard, and several of them have patched them.

The yard was not smooth, and there were weeds on the edges, but in front of the main hall, some bamboos were planted elegantly.

"Is this the meaning of eating meat without food than living without bamboo? Or is it expressing one's sentiment?"

Jiang Xia's eyes rolled.

It seems that Liu Laosi’s information is quite real. This somewhat pedantic mining supervisor really has the character of a scholar. The mining supervisor has been in Fengshan Mine for several years.

Although Ruyifang doesn't look down on such a small official, as long as he speaks and leaks a little from the hands of a few managers, he won't live so hard.

He really claims to be aloof and does not want to be with the crowd.

Jiang Xia thought a little more about it, thinking about how to deal with this iron-headed kid who represented the Fengming court. After a few steps forward, the mining supervisor appeared to greet him in the main hall.

He is a thin middle-aged man with horoscopes and a half-old green gown. He looks serious and a little serious.

He stood on the steps, looked at Jiang Xia who was walking towards him, and finally fell on his hat. Although it was covered, the messy stubble could not be concealed.

This made the mining supervisor displeased.

How could this be a scholar?

He didn't understand the truth about his parents' body and hair, and he was obviously pretending to be a fake. He felt a little impatient and wanted to send the man away quickly.

"Who is coming?"

The mining supervisor asked with his right hand on his back and twisted his beard with his left hand.

Jiang Xia took the memory of Scholar Jiang in his heart as the standard, and gave a very standard gift, and then said:

"Under the rule of Xiafengyang County, Tong Sheng Jiangxia, Erqiao Village, Huai'an Prefecture, was named Ziheng. Today, I came to see you and report to you important things."

"Um?"

After listening to Jiang Xia’s self-reported portal, the mining supervisor was a little surprised. Is this person still a child?

Although the Fengming Kingdom has a small territory, the old emperors have worked hard to govern the imperial examinations and attach great importance to the matter of imperial examinations.

Although Tongsheng is not as rare as a scholar and a scholar, he has gone through the two exams of the county government.

Although it is still far from the official official, the people who dare to pretend to be this still want to be convicted. When Jiang Xia took out his identity document from his sleeve, handed it to him with both hands, the mining supervisor came forward to check it.

Well, it seems to be true as he said.

In this way, the discomfort in the mining supervisor dissipated a little.

The person in front of me was indeed a scholar, just like him.

There are hundreds of people in Fengshan Mine, and there are only one real scholar, the Mine Supervisor. He often feels lonely, and now he sees another one.

Although it was just a little boy, it also made the mine supervisor feel a little joy that he had not missed for a long time.

When I spoke again, my tone became much softer.

"You said there is something important?"

He returned the document to Jiang Xia and asked:

"What's the important thing about this little Fengshan Mine?"

Jiang Xia looked around and took a step forward, turned on the paper fan, covered her mouth and nose, and whispered to the mine supervisor:

"Do you know that the landslide collapsed last night?"

"Um."

The mining supervisor nodded, and Jiang Xia said again:

"Sir, who are the ones buried below?"

"Don't play the puzzle!"

The mining supervisor was a little unhappy.

Jiang Xia smiled and said:

"There are the tycoons of Ruyifang, seven managers and thugs of fifty or sixty. The young master came today to announce the good news to the adults.

From today on, the mine prison is well deserved. The thieves have been eliminated, and the Fengshan mine will belong to the court."

“!!!”

The mine monitor was stunned and couldn't react for a moment.

Then he heard Jiang Xia continue to say:

"It all depends on the master's clever plan, set up strange plans, secretly sending young actors to do things, and with God's curtain, the great thing has been accomplished, and the country has obtained the Fengshan Mine, greatly suppressing the arrogance of the thief in Ruyifang.

The lord is worthy of being a good official who is honest and upright, and is a strong official who is a good official in power for the people.

The young man was so impressed that he had already let several subordinates publicize the great plan to eliminate thieves on Fengshan Street, so that all the miserable people would know the kindness of their adults."

"shut up!"

The more I listened, the more uneasy he felt, and he scolded with a pale face:

"When will I let you...I don't know you! Don't talk nonsense!"

"Oh? What are you doing?"

Jiang Xia looked surprised, and he said seriously:

"Isn't it because I had a secret spy with the young actor a few days ago and decided on a plan to eliminate thieves?

In the past few years since I came to Fengshan Street, I have never contacted people from Ruyifang, and I have been clean and considering them as thieves. Everyone knows that they have never been in contact with people from Ruyifang.

The adults were determined to serve the country again. They could not bear to see the country's property and were occupied by evil people. So they slept on firewood and tasted gall, investigated the situation, and then used a clever plan to eliminate the thief.

Isn’t this a matter of course?”

Seeing the face of the mining prison becoming more and more frightened, he laughed in his heart, and pointed to the boxes placed in the mining prison, and said slowly:

"That is the robbery that was received, and now they are all sent to the Grand Prix.

Along the way, the people of Fengshan Street could see clearly. Adults might as well report it truthfully. It is a great achievement to have the certificate of Xiaosheng and the evidence of money and material things."

"Stop! Stop! Get out!"

The mining supervisor will feel confused.

He was already angry at Jiang Xia, and he wished he could hold the big stick in his own hand and beat the disaster star stick out to prove his innocence.

What level of luxury merchant is Ruyifang?

How could he, a small mining supervisor, dare to tease him?

I still have my wife and children, and I have a family in my hometown. If today's incident is spread and the family will be destroyed, it will be in front of me.

"No one will believe you and say it nonsense! Get out of here!"

The mining supervisor cursed, but Jiang Xia didn't care. He put away the paper fan and said slowly:

"It doesn't matter whether others believe it or not, and it doesn't matter whether the adults believe it or not. As long as the master Liu Fang from Ruyifang and the idiot Liu Bao who cares about human life, they can believe it.

The adults think that those two people believe it when they hear about this, do they believe it or not?”

"You, you!"
To be continued...