When the knife sharpener completely took out the objects in his arms, Baozheng's face turned red and white.
"How about my whetstone?"
the sharpener asked with a sneer.
"It turns out that the flood has washed away the Dragon King Temple, please come into the courtyard quickly."
As he said this, Baozheng personally picked up the bench for the knife sharpener and hurriedly pulled him into the small courtyard together.
Then Baozheng was heard yelling at his wife in the courtyard.
The knife sharpener sat in the main room, drank a bowl of crude tea, and waited leisurely for lunch.
After a while, home-cooked farm food was placed on the table.
Baozheng poured a glass of home-brewed rice wine for the knife sharpener and apologized with a smile.
"My lord, please calm down.
I was so blind just now.
I'd like to toast you with this glass of wine."
The sharpener calmly picked up the glass.
"It's just that you drank this glass of wine by mistake.
I have something important to ask you."
Baozheng quickly clinked glasses with the knife sharpener.
The two drank it all in one gulp and hurriedly took a few bites of food.
"I wonder what the official business is when he comes to our remote country?"
Baozheng asked straight to the point.
The knife sharpener smiled and replied mysteriously.
"I'm here to fight for the revolution and chaos."
Baozheng couldn't help being shocked.
The pair of chopsticks he held tightly in his hands could hardly hold the food on the plate.
"The official is really good at joking.
You have also seen how the revolutionary gangsters from our remote countryside came to our place."
The sharpener poured himself another glass of wine and sighed longly.
"Everything is unpredictable.
Everything is unpredictable."
Baozheng asked again.
"Master, whose house are the revolutionary rebels in?"
The knife sharpener glanced at Baozheng and replied with a sneer.
"Of course you know better than me as to whose house you are the protector of."
Bao Zhan looked embarrassed, smiled and hurriedly picked up food for the knife sharpener.
"The villain is from the country and has never seen much of the world.
The officer is chasing me here to work as an errand.
Naturally, I have a clever idea.
I hope the officer will give me some advice."
The knife sharpener looked at Baozheng again, feeling very funny.
"It's really hard for you.
If you have such ability, you will definitely flourish if you enter the city."
Baozheng was happy in his heart, but he kept talking.
"My lord, please stop making fun of this country bumpkin."
"Hahahaha, your mouth is so slick."
The knife sharpener was almost scared to his stomach.
Seeing the knife sharpener smiling heartily, Baozheng finally breathed a sigh of relief.
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"The official will wait until you have eaten and drank enough, and then I will report to you all the men, women, old and young, chickens, ducks, dogs and geese in the village."
The knife sharpener took a few bites of vegetables and drank three glasses of wine before nodding and agreeing to Baozheng's request.
All the food and wine on the dinner table were devoured by the hungry knife sharpener in a matter of seconds.
Baozheng hurriedly called his wife to serve tea.
After drinking half a bowl of crude tea, the knife sharpener regained his composure.
"Tell me which family is the most suspicious" Baozheng then picked up his fingers and told the old stories of the village from household to household without reservation to the knife grinder.
Less than three doors down, he was already drowsy.
"Young official and villain, you must report according to the truth."
The knife sharpener sighed and quickly took another sip of crude tea to refresh himself.
"I know what you're telling me is the truth, but it's so fragmentary that I feel sleepy" Baozheng looked embarrassed.
"My lord, you don't know how complex this countryside is."
The knife sharpener, whose ears had long been calloused, waved his hand and said.
"Well, I don't have the luxury to bear these old sesame seeds and rotten millet from you."
Baozheng sighed.
"The official knows nothing about other people besides these villains."
"Then you are negligent in your duties as a guarantor.
You should know if there are any weird people in the village recently," the knife sharpener asked coldly.
"Speaking of these recent men in the village who should steal men and steal men's ashes."
Hearing that Baozheng was speaking without integrity, the knife sharpener immediately scolded him.
"What kind of leisure do you, Baozheng, do every day?
Do you often go to the widow's house to fetch water?"
Baozheng chuckled.
"How can a villain like an official have such hobbies?
Just being the scoundrels and scoundrels in Baozheng Township must have an account in mind, just in case the revolutionary rebel party has something to do with these people."
The knife sharpener just took another sip of tea and almost burst out laughing, but naturally he choked uncomfortably.
"Damn it, you want to choke me to death."
Baozheng looked embarrassed, and said with a smile.
"Master, don't laugh, these are the truth."
The knife sharpener took a moment to breathe, recalled the discussion he heard at the entrance of the village, and asked again.
"I said that your thoughts every day are all about those insulting people and things, don't you pay attention to the honest people in the village?"
Baozheng replied with a wry smile.
"The official is really good at joking.
From the emperor to the yamen at all levels in all dynasties, who doesn't want the people under his rule to be honest and responsible?
Why should the villain pay attention to them if they are Baozheng?"
The knife sharpener was naturally a little anxious when he heard that Baozheng had misunderstood what he meant.
"I'm really pissed off.
Why don't you understand what I mean?
I'm asking you.
There is an honest family in the village who seems to have something wrong recently."
Baozheng gasped for breath and hissed loudly.
"The official is really amazing, why didn't you think of this?"
The knife sharpener glanced at Baozheng with disdain.
"If your thoughts are all on those romantic ghosts, you won't care about those honest people."
Baozheng was scolded, and then he remembered the knife sharpener's bench.
"Could it be that the official heard the discussion in the village?"
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"Even if you still have some brains, it would be more useful to listen to other people's opinions when you have nothing to do than to worry about your idle thoughts," the knife sharpener scolded.
"The official has taken the trouble to do this, and I will definitely do it from now on."
Baozheng nodded in agreement.
"Well, I don't have time to mind your business.
You're lucky enough to meet me this time.
Tell me what happened to that family recently."
The knife sharpener changed the topic and returned to the topic.
"Oh, sir, you don't know that the man in that family is famous for his honesty and he is usually very enthusiastic about his fellow villagers.
But for some reason, ever since he went for treatment, he seemed to be a different person.
He never left the house.
Not taking steps is like hiding gold at home for fear of being stolen," Baozheng said seriously.
"Is it because he has not recovered from his serious illness?"
the knife grinder asked.
"Others have such rumors, but I don't believe it.
He must have recovered."
Baozheng said with certainty, which made the knife sharpener conclude that he had ironclad evidence.
"Why did that man recover and tell you personally?"
Baozheng laughed and told what he saw Keep sharpening: