Yun Xiuqing gave a cold hum and walked up to Mrs. Zhang. She said with no expression: "I know you. You sell vegetables in Qinglv lane. You slander us here. Don't you feel guilty?"

Mrs. Zhang looked at Yun Xiuqing incredulously: "how do you know?"

Yunxiuqing ignored Mrs. Zhang and turned to report to the government with PU weicang.

Looking at PU weicang's direction of departure, Mrs. Zhang grabbed Ke Xiucai's arm and said, "it's over, it's over. They've really gone to report to the official. That woman knows that I'm selling vegetables in the next lane."

Ke Xiucai coldly looked at the backs of Yun Xiuqing and Pu weicang, and drew his arm from Mrs. Zhang's hand: "what are you afraid of? What's to be afraid of? My uncle is the master of the county master's family. He will help us. "

Mrs. Zhang thought for a moment. What are they afraid of when they have a master in the county master's house?

Mrs. Zhang calmed down and scattered the people around her. Then she hurried back to her home. As soon as she entered the house, she began to look for eggs all over the house. After searching for most of the day, she found five eggs.

Mrs. Zhang felt that although they had the support of the master, it would be better if there was a proof. Just now she was very flustered when she saw that Yun Xiuqing and Pu weicang had a good idea.

Mrs. Zhang found a bowl and broke all the eggs. She even beat four eggs, but there was not a rotten egg. When she beat the last egg, she paid special homage to Bodhisattva: "Bodhisattva, Bodhisattva, you must bless me, this egg is rotten."

The words fall, Zhang old woman son knocked the egg in the bowl, make her disappointed is, or a good egg, Zhang old woman son is very irritable scratched hair: "rotten egg how so hard to find?"

Yun Xiuqing and Pu weicang have already arrived at the gate of the Yamen. Just as Yun Xiuqing was about to enter, Pu weicang grabbed her arm. Yun Xiuqing turned her head and looked at PU weicang suspiciously: "what's the matter? Are you shrinking back? "

"Suing people is to write paper. If you don't write paper, the county magistrate won't take it." Pu weicang has been an official for many years. Although he resigned now, he still remembers these things very clearly.

Yun Xiuqing really didn't know these rules and said, "who should write that paper?"

"I'll write it." Pu weicang took Yun Xiuqing to a stall where a scholar wrote letters for others. He spent a copper plate and borrowed other people's ink and paper.

Yun Xiuqing really didn't understand the rules of the ancient newspaper officials. Only in modern times, such as these civil disputes, she could go to a lawyer directly, and the lawyer would do everything well. She just had to sign her name and press her finger to print something. Where is the trouble.

Yun Xiuqing turns her head and looks at PU weicang's action film, which is full of Flowing Clouds and flowing water. Suddenly, she remembers that the old lady didn't show any fear and guilt when she learned that they were going to report to the government. Yun Xiuqing frowns and says to Pu weicang, "Pu weicang, do you think that old lady has any support in the county government? The old lady just now is not guilty."

After listening to Yun Xiuqing's words, Pu weicang also wanted to say that they also have a backing, and their backing is him.

"Don't worry, if they really have a backer, why they are just a vegetable seller." Pu weicang is very indifferent.

Yun Xiuqing thought that if Mrs. Zhang really had a backing, what else would she sell: "Pu weicang, you said, we should not really give someone a rotten egg."

Yun Xiuqing knew what the word "strike while the iron is hot" meant at this time. She had to do everything while it was hot. Once she stopped in the middle, she would think in disorder, which would affect her judgment. Finally, nothing could be done.

Pu Wei Cang turned his head to take a look at Yan's Yun Xiu Qing and said with a smile: "impossible, what kind of weather is it now? We are all wearing cotton padded clothes. How can there be rotten eggs?"