I, Jin Yiwei, Guard the Sky Prison For a Hundred Years

　　 In the room, Mei Jin cautiously squeezed the two taels of silver in his hand, biting his teeth from time to time.

　　 Thinking back to how beautiful I was a few days ago, how embarrassed I am now.

　　 After a while, Cao Zhengchun walked in and looked at Mei Jin with a smile on his face.

　　 "What's going on, Xiaomei, I have missed Uncle in just a few days."

　　 Mei Jin put away his two-dollar silver, and said, sitting tightly.

　　 "Uncle, have you heard about the recent counterfeit currency case?"

　　 Cao Zhengchun nodded when he heard the words.

　　 "It seems that there is something like this. A few days ago, the Ministry of Households lost a copper coin mold, and then a large number of counterfeit copper coins circulated on the market, but this matter is not under the control of the East Factory, and now six doors are responsible."

　　Similar to this kind of people’s livelihood-related business, the main responsibility is still six doors, while the East Factory and other institutions are actually more inclined to spy organizations.

　　 "Uncle, I'm afraid it's not just a simple coin and copper mold, but some people have begun to counterfeit the silver bills."

　　 After speaking, Mei Jin took out the counterfeit notes from the Imperial Gifts and handed them to Cao Zhengchun.

　　 Cao Zhengchun took it, and didn't care too much, instead he took a sip from his teacup.

　　 After all, counterfeit bills happen all the time. Several such cases are issued every year. There is nothing new under the sun. It seems that Cao Zhengchun doesn't care too much about this position.

　　 "Where did you get these fake tickets? It must be tens of thousands of taels."

　　 Mei Jin felt heartache when he heard this. Last time I was rewarded with thousands of taels of gold, but in fact only a small amount of real gold was given, and the rest were replaced by gold tickets and silver tickets, which were counted as silver, but there must be tens of thousands of taels. He said dejectedly.

　　 "All are rewarded by the court."

　　噗.

　　 Cao Zhengchun squirted out without finishing a sip of tea.

　　 then his face changed drastically.

　　 "Xiaomei, you can't talk nonsense about this. How can the court use fake money to seal rewards?"

　　 Mei Jin didn't answer, his eyes were fixed.

　　 Cao Zhengchun saw this, wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, took the bank note and looked at it carefully.

　　For a long time, Cao Zhengchun changed his benevolent eyebrows, but said with dignity.

　　 "This is not a silver ticket for the court to reward you. The silver ticket for the court to reward you has already been spent by you, understand?"

　　 Mei Jin nodded. On the face of it, this matter must not be a matter of the court. Do you dare to say that the country will give you fake money, ha ha, you are tired of your life.

　　 "I will find someone to stare at this matter, but I have to grab food with six doors. I can't intervene on the surface for a short time. After all, the location of the East Factory is sensitive, and it's no better than your Jinyiwei."

Oh. If you can't do it on the bright side, you will come secretly, and the Dongchang will be sensitive to Jinyiwei. Cao Zhengchun has acquiesced to Mei Jin to deal with it on his own.

　　 This is also the purpose of Mei Jin's coming here. After all, it involves public office cases. It would be too much for him to act beyond his authority as a prison guard. Without his uncle, this matter would not be easy to handle.

　　 Seeing that Mei Jin seemed to understand what he meant, Cao Zhengchun nodded in satisfaction, but Mei Jin felt a little painful.

　　 "Uncle, do you have to do dumb puzzles like this? Isn't it okay to be straightforward?"

　　 Cao Zhengchun sighed, got up from the chair, and walked with his hands behind his back.

　　"Xiaomei, it’s no better than before. In the past, my uncle only treated you as an uninspiring waste, and simply let you eat and wait to die, and you can continue the incense in the future.

　　 But recently, you are getting more and more jumping, and you want to get involved in everything.

　　Since you are motivated, uncle naturally supports it, but I also want to remind you.

　　 To behave in the world, it is necessary to be careful, especially the people in the palace. Here rabbits are more cunning than foxes. Keep three points for everything. Don't hold the handle for others. Don't speak too clearly. It is easy to suffer. "

　　 Mei Jin nodded, indicating that she will definitely next time.

　　 "Uncle, I'll leave if it's okay."

　　 "Oh? You have nothing else to call me?"

　　 Mei Jin shook his head, and left with a brilliant smile. Cao Zhengchun was a little surprised looking at the figure wearing only the shirt from the back.

　　 He still has some guesses about Mei Jin's current situation.

　　 After all, as a real nephew, he has a good understanding of Mei Jin's daily situation.

　　 Combining Mei Jin’s usual spending habits, Cao Zhengchun estimated that Mei Jin should have no money.

　　 He thought Mei Jin would open his mouth to ask for money, so he just left.

　　 But Cao Zhengchun can also understand.

　　 When a wanderer learns to be independent, the last thing he wants is to ask for money from his family.

　　Especially men, sometimes very naive, the inexplicable desire to win and lose and self-esteem always suddenly breed.

　　 It's a mess, but he always likes to hit the swollen face and fill up the fat man, reporting good news but not worrying.

　　 clearly shows her face down to everyone, but she doesn't want her parents to see her head down.

　　 Xiaomei, getting stronger and stronger, this is a grown up.

　　 Cao Zhengchun couldn't help but feel a little relieved, his nose a little sour.

　　 This kid is heartbroken to be sensible.

　　 Wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes with a handkerchief, Cao Zhengchun showed a relieved smile like an old father.

　　 "Xiaomei already knows how to make progress, and the miscellaneous family can't be lazy."

　　 I saw him walk up to the book case, preparing to review the dossier of Dongchang.

　　 "Huh? Where's my inkstone?"

　　...

　　 Baomin Street, the same pawnshop before, Mei Jin smiled and stood in front of the counter.

　　 This time he was received by an old shopkeeper with white hair and beard.

　　 The old shopkeeper was holding an inkstone and an ink ingot and looked carefully. UU Reading www.uukanshu.com

　　 "Rare, rare, Taizhou dragon crown inkstone, emerald jade as the base, gold and stone wrapped, and famous lettering, or ancient inkstone, valuable, valuable!"

　　 Hearing the admiration of the old shopkeeper, Mei Jin couldn't help but feel a little guilty.

　　 "Is it really that good? How much is it worth?"

　　 The old shopkeeper nodded in surprise. .

　　 "The old man has been watching things for more than sixty years. This inkstone is ranked in the top three among the inkstones he has seen. It can be worth five thousand taels."

　　 Mei Jin was taken aback when he heard the words, what a thing, this thing is worth five thousand taels?

　　 He has no money now, his official uniform and saber are mortgaged again, and his friends are poorer than the other.

　　 In order to make a living, I can only help his uncle with something and barely maintain his life.

　　 Anyway, this thing belongs to the Dongchang in the strict sense, and belongs to the imperial court.

　　 It was not his uncle's wool that he stalked, but the court's wool.

　　 But whoever thought, took a piece of broken inkstone, it was worth the price.

　　 couldn't help but feel a little more guilty in his heart.

　　 I saw him looking at the old shopkeeper a little embarrassed, and hesitated to say.

　　 "Can you give me more?"

　　 Afterwards, the two sides launched a protracted war of words, fighting **** the price issue.

　　 The two are asking prices to repay the money on the spot. The old shopkeeper is also the first time I have seen such a caring person. I have to fight for a small amount of money, and I have to talk about the cheapness of a few dollars.

　　 In the end, the old shopkeeper was afraid of Mei Jin's perseverance, and made Mei Jin the inkstone with five thousand three hundred forty-one two three dollars.

　　 This time, Mei Jin kept his eyes on his mind, and resolutely didn't want silver bills and copper plates, just real money.

　　 Redeemed his reckless clothes, touched the purse that was bulging up again, Mei Jin left the **** shop happily.