Qi Yuan grabbed his head in a daze and added: "You haven't seen it with your own eyes. These things are very exquisite, light and sharp. They really break their hair. I have never seen such magical skills before."

He once worked in the Arms Department, and he knew all kinds of weapons today, and knew many long-lost forging methods and folk masters. But even he was so amazed that it made the other three even more curious.

Another man opened his palm and gestured at the objects on the paper a few times. He then asked Qi Yuan's size in detail, frowned and puzzled, "Is it so small, so it's not difficult to use? Could it be specially prepared for the girl's house?"

Pang Mu touched his chin and said, "Just when can I observe it openly?"

Liao Wuyan smiled: "Since the Marshal is going to invite that Miss Yan to be a coroner, he is his own person, so there will be a time to watch it in the future."

Qi Yuan quickly followed: "Maybe he was passing by, he might not be able to stay."

"I didn't find the identity document," Pang Mu slowly knocked on the knife with his finger, "I don't look like a local, I have a door."

Tu Qing frowned slightly, obviously disagreeing, "But is it too risky to live next to the old lady? She, a woman, was carrying so many weapons on the road, and she was picked up by us. She has such a magical ability to make a god-like ghost..."

"Since her appearance is suspicious, I have to keep it under my nose to rest assured," Pang Mu stood up and patted his shoulder. "How old is this yamen? If she really has bad intentions, she will live under the wall. Could it be that she will not find a chance to start?"

"What the Marshal said is," Liao Wuyan nodded in agreement, "It is better to lead the snake out of the hole instead of being cautious without any intention."

Qi Yuan and Tu Qing both nodded and clasped their fists very skillfully and said, "The military advisor is right."

When they called out to military advisor, they made Pang Mu remember something.

"You all took me off the ground. Now I am no longer a general in Zhenbei, the marshal of the three armies. You have to call me lord seriously."

The three of them were stunned, and then they realized that they had called back without realizing it.

Tu Qing smiled shyly, completely different from his cautious and cold appearance just now. "I have been used to it for so many years, and it is really hard to change for a while."

Pang Mulang laughed a few times and patted his shoulder, "I'll get used to it when I call you a few more times."

He paused, and sighed, "You guys are really useless to come here."

The three of them laughed indifferently, "You don't even do marshals, what are we? Besides, don't you have titles now? Money, salary and rewards are indispensable. After fighting for so many years, you should be relaxed."

They are all direct descendants of the Pang family army, so they should naturally advance and retreat together.

The four of them joked and suddenly someone circulated a message outside, saying that the old lady asked the adults to go there.

Pang Mu didn't know what he thought of, and his smile froze on his face.

Qi Yuan smiled maliciously, "Yuan, no, sir, I believe the old lady knows that you hugged Miss Yan in full view of everyone."

Pang Mu raised his hand and punched him, feeling the pain of his forehead thrusting, "Don't talk nonsense, the girl's family still needs to be innocent!"

He didn't continue, could he still watch the other person fall to the ground face down?

Liao Wuyan took out a fan from somewhere, closed his eyes slightly, shaking his head and slamming his head, smiling like Tu Qing, both reserved and meaningful.

Pang Mu rubbed his face hard, sighed hard and walked out, his back looked inexplicably tragic.

The three confidants of the latter immediately skillfully gathered together and whispered:

"It's not that the old lady is worried."

"Not it? The marshal is twenty-seven or eight years old. Look at the military advisor, he is only two years older than the marshal. But his son will be over in a few years!"

"Actually, if that Miss Yan is innocent, it would be a match..."

"No, you are brave and knowledgeable, you are extraordinary in your ability, and you are rare to be handsome..."

The old lady's mother's surname is Yue. She followed her husband and her son with the army in her early years. Now her husband and eldest son have died in battle one after another, so she lives with her second son.

She is a rare and decisive woman. When she was young, she also played with knives and sticks, with some fists and feet on her body. Now she is nearly 60 years old, she is still smart in her ears and eyes, and her body is strong. She occasionally gets angry and grabs the fire stick and swings it on Pang Mu.

"...I heard about the daytime incident," Mrs. Yue said with a smile, "I have packed up the wing next to me. When will I ask Miss Yan to move here?"

The county government office is quite large, but there are very few female relatives. The maid who works as a craftsman naturally cannot live with Mrs. Yue, and she often feels deserted.

Now that there is a young girl who wants to work in the county government, she naturally needs to live with her and have more fireworks.

Pang Mu grinned, "Mom, don't look at me like this, it's so scary. It's getting late, I'm going to tell her tomorrow."

Mrs. Yue nodded and suddenly changed her mind, "I saw it when I sent someone to apply medicine to her that day. She looked so handsome, and I don't know if she got married."

Before he finished speaking, Pang Mu said helplessly: "Mom, what does it have to do with you if you get married or not? Besides, it is not guaranteed that Miss Qi Yan just passed by here and was about to leave after she recovered from her injuries. It is still unknown whether she can stay for a coroner, but you are worried about it."

Mrs. Yue sighed and said quietly: "The person who buried the yellow earth in the neck for my mother. I don't know how many more spring and autumn we can see my eldest grandson..."

Pang Mu's ears were almost deaf when he heard similar words. He couldn't act filial, so he stood up and smiled with a shy face: "Mom, you are very tough. You can still pull the ox horn bow tomorrow. You can ride a horse on it!"

Before he finished speaking, Mrs. Yue had already beat him up in anger and raised her fist to hit her.

"You are a villain!"

He didn't hide from the evil, and he suffered with a smile, pretended to be oh, and ran away with the situation.

Seeing his back as if he was running away, Mrs. Yue couldn't help laughing. After laughing, she couldn't help staring at the moon in the sky and was worried.

God is above, when can I give me a grandson?

Having said that, if you want a grandson, you must have a grandson first, right?

This evil son!

"The evil son" left the backyard and went to the martial arts yard to play with his sword. Suddenly, he felt a little hungry, so he went straight to the kitchen. Unexpectedly, as soon as he pushed the door, he saw Yan Jiao sitting at the table with a rough porcelain bowl with some difficulty.

Yan Jiao, who wanted to sneak up, raised his head and buzzed.

The cook on the night was very enthusiastic. He now went to the jar to pick up two plates of pickled cucumbers and placed them in front of her with great sincerity, "Miss Yan, this is the pickle she cooked herself, not a rare thing, it's sour and sweet, just like it with porridge."

I heard that Miss Yan helped solve a strange case in every possible way. Women from all over the county yamen felt excited, and there was light on their faces. The look of looking at her was no different from worshiping gods.

Yan Jiao's face was hot and he stood up embarrassedly, "Man Pang."

It would be fine if I lived for nothing, but I would "stole food" and eat on other people's territory, which is very embarrassing...

The cook turned around and was shocked, "Oh my mother, why are you here in person? If you have any food, just tell me to call me."

As she said that, she couldn't help but go to see Yan Jiao again, thinking that this kitchen is not a fairyland treasure land, why are they all coming together today? Don't you have an appointment?

As the dusk was around, lights were already on inside and outside the county munition. The dim lights in the corridor fell gently on Yan Jiao, making her look more and more beautiful.

As the saying goes, looking at a beauty under the lamp, the better you look.

Pang Mu unconsciously remembered what my mother said to him just now...

He is so old, he is also a normal man, so he naturally wants his wife...

The cook's loud voice interrupted Pang Mu's random thoughts. He coughed dryly and stepped forward openly, "Miss Yan, have you not rested yet? Are you feeling better?"

"It's better, I'm worried about it, but today I've caused you trouble again." Yan Jiao replied, while quietly pulling the bowl in front of him, trying to hide it.

"It's just a matter of raising hands," Pang Mu sneered and waved his hand indifferently, "I want to thank you instead."

The porcelain bowl was gray and the fingers that were more and more suitable for the top were white and thin. The mouth of the bowl looked as big as Miss Yan's face. Just as she was watching her holding the porridge, she seemed to bury her entire face.

Yan Jiao was about to say "This is what I should do", but before he could say anything, he remembered that she was no longer "forensic Yan" now, and suddenly she felt a little sad.

However, soon, the sadness was dispersed by a powerful sing of the belly.

Under the quiet night, this heart-wrenching sound was particularly clear.

Yan Jiao: "..."

She is so hungry.

Pang Mu finally couldn't help laughing out loud, "Why, no one delivers supper? I'll talk about them afterwards."

Yan Jiao shook his head quickly and held it in for a long time before he said awkwardly: "...The medicine is too bitter and I can't take it..."

The medicine in the afternoon was so bad that she had no appetite at all. She had to survive until now, and suddenly she became hungry after being beaten by drums and drums.

She wanted to endure what she had, but the more she endured, the more hungry she became, and the fire in her stomach was burning. It seemed that she had a bit of an old stomach disease, so she had to come out quietly to see if she could find something to put it on.

Pang Mu: "The dead are indeed...well?"

He thought Miss Yan was disgusted by the corpse!

The awkward atmosphere spread quietly.

I heard the cook suddenly speak out, "Sir, I'll cook a bowl of noodles for you? There's a sauce meat, add some diced radish to make a sauce?"

In the county government, there are also yamen runners on the night at night, but there are no fireworks in the kitchen. At this moment, some dry food soup is still warmed on the stove.

There was only a decent clean table in the room. Pang Mu said rudely and sat down opposite Yan Jiao, "Just make some to satisfy your hunger. If there are any fine noodles, I should cook a bowl of Miss Yan. Where can I do the rice porridge be responsible for?"

"No need," Yan Jiao said hurriedly. The embarrassment just now passed, and now he was a little broken. "My stomach is not very good. If I eat so late, I can't digest it seriously. Just drink some porridge and water to cushion."

Anyone who is involved in criminal investigation has no fixed order to go to and from get off work, and the rules of eating are high and the work pressure is high. Over time, stomach medicine has become a trend in the world.

Pang Mu nodded, and the two of them suddenly had nothing to say.

The chef kneaded the noodles quickly, rolled them into dough and sprinkled them with flour. Fold them loosely for a few times, and cut them into noodles with a quick knife.

This one is boiled with boiling noodles on the stove, and the other one is just picking some lard and stir-frying the bottom of the pan. Mix the chopped sauce and meat diced with radish strips and cook a sauce.

It is said to be sauerkraut, but it is just stewed randomly, very simple and crude. Just add a little juice and boil it. It will make it shiny under the fire, and it will make it a little appetite.

The sauce was ready and the noodles were cooked. It was filled with a large bowl. A white and tender egg lay on it and sprinkled with green green green onion.

Pang Mu also had a momentum like no other than me when he was eating. He inserted his chopsticks diagonally and lost half a bowl of them, which made Yan Jiao's eyes straighten.

Just looking at this appetite, I don’t look like a civil servant!
To be continued...