"Although I have been walking in the world for many years, I have been helping me when I see injustice. This is the famous Hanlin Lane in Tokyo. There are hundreds of officials stationed in Beijing living here, and there are also three or three or above court officials. I am just a cannibal. Even if I lend me a hundred courage, I dare not openly tear down the walls and houses in broad daylight. The official secretary of the street department, you look down on me too highly."
Zhao Huiruo, dressed as a man, faced the promises of a number of street officials, especially Wang Hao, who was wearing green public uniforms, who felt no fear at all. She immediately denied in a tone with a little dissatisfaction.
When Zhao Huiruo had just finished his negative answer, Wang Hao fell into confusion again, and secretly guessed in his heart that who had demolished the illegal buildings on the left and right sides of the Hanlin Lane to the west before they arrived. The action was so fast that it was beyond his expectations.
Just as Wang Hao secretly missed it, he heard Zhang Sanmu coming from behind him, and he reported in anger: "Wang... Wang Sicheng, I... I just went to the east... Hanlin Lane to the east and found that the illegal buildings on both sides... were all demolished!"
Although Wang Hao and Zhang Sanmu are both called brothers in private, Zhang Sanmu cannot call him "Hao Ge'er" in front of others, especially in front of outsiders or strangers, either called him "Si Cheng Guanren" or directly called "Wang Si Cheng".
After listening to Zhang Sanmu's report, Wang Hao realized a problem, that is, the Hanlin Lane on both sides of the east and west, and more than 200 illegal buildings were demolished, and they were definitely not a hero of a hero in the world, nor was it a personal act, but it was probably a collective act.
After Wang Hao thought for a moment, he immediately made a bold assumption in his mind: If I was not wrong, the illegal buildings with the word "demolished" must have been demolished by the residents on their own yesterday afternoon.
Thinking of this, Wang Hao knocked on the gates of more than a dozen families next to the Hanlin Lane to the west, and the answers he got were surprisingly consistent.
As expected, the servants who opened the courtyard gate all expressed that in order to cooperate with the Zhao Guan family's one-month inspection of the street occupation, their owners either sent their servants or hired laborers outside to demolish the illegal buildings by themselves before noon today.
In addition, what made Wang Hao feel a little flattered was that yesterday, when he knocked on doors and notified the illegal buildings, the servants or deacons who opened the door to receive him were either cold-eyed or glared at him. His attitude was extremely arrogant and he did not take him, the eighth-rank official street chief, seriously.
On the other hand, the people who opened the door to receive Wang Hao, both young servants and middle-aged and elderly deacons, were very low-key. Not only did they bow and bow to him after seeing Wang Hao, they also shouted "Si Chengguan" and asked questions and answers. Their extreme cooperation made Wang Hao feel a little uncomfortable.
While Wang Hao and his men knocked on the door and asked, Zhao Huiruo took Zhang Maoze and the three big guards who accompanied him to quickly leave the Hanlin Lane to the west, rushed to the entrance of the alley, and quickly left in a carriage.
When Wang Hao finished knocking on the door and inquiring, he found that the heroine he met in Hanlin Lane had disappeared with his people, which made him feel a little disappointed. He finally fell in love with an ancient woman he liked, but he didn't have time to chat with him and ask for his name and address. It was a pity.
Isn’t there a saying, “Frustration in love and success in officialdom”.
Although Wang Hao is now just an eighth-rank street chief, and in Tokyo, the capital of the Northern Song Dynasty, he is more than his official rank, but when he is chewing on the hard bone of Hanlin Lane under the order, he naturally makes a good start. As the saying goes: a good start is half the success.
Now, Wang Hao saw that since he led nearly 500 soldiers from the Street Division, each holding various tools in his hands, and now there is no use, he asked everyone to return the same way and go back home.
After returning to the street yamen, Wang Hao first asked his five hundred soldiers to rest for a while, but he didn't even have dinner, so he took his good brothers with him and drove the only carriage in their street yamen to the bustling market west of Liangmen Street. He visited more than a dozen grocery stores in a row and bought a total of 100 barrels of white paint.
Because this carriage can only transport about ten poles at a time, the 100 barrels of white paint purchased by Wang Hao took more than ten trips before transporting it.
"Part 1: Zhang, this guy bought hundreds of barrels of white paint in one go. Do you know what he used for?" Seeing this, Xun Huiruo, who was riding in the carriage, kept following Wang Hao's carriage. Seeing this, she asked Zhang Maoze, who was sitting opposite her in a curious tone.
At this time, Zhang Mao was confused when he saw Wang Hao buying so many buckets of white paint. Facing Zhao Huiruo's inquiry, he shook his head slightly and replied: "Princess, the young man doesn't know what the Si Cheng of the Street Department has bought so much white paint. We might as well follow him and continue to observe for a while, and perhaps the answer will naturally emerge."
After listening to Zhang Maoze's answer, Zhao Huiruo felt it made sense, so she did not continue to ask questions. Instead, the big guard who was driving the carriage followed closely behind Wang Hao's carriage, and he was not allowed to stop without her order.
He transported a hundred barrels of white paint to the open space in the front yard of the street yamen. It was already nightfall. When the lights were on, it was about to be at the Youth hour. Wang Hao was hungry for the afternoon, even though he was hungry, he didn't care about eating the evening meal, so he gathered the five hundred soldiers from the street yamen who had dinner together, and he wanted to assign a difficult task.
I saw Wang Hao, who had a serious face, faced the five hundred soldiers in the street department in front of him, and in an orderly tone, saying, "Dear brothers of the street department, after the team is disbanded, you will hurry back to your respective dormitories to sleep and gather here again at the hour of Hai.
Starting from the hour of Hai, you should inspect the streets and alleys you divide yourself. Before tomorrow, you should mark all illegal buildings that have crossed the boundary of the "top wood" when inspecting the streets and alleys."
Speaking of this, Wang Hao suddenly paused and pointed at the 100 barrels of white paint three meters away beside him. The sound was raised by octave. He continued to instruct: "I believe you have seen it too. Just next to us, there are 100 barrels of white paint. Each of you prepares a wooden stick by yourself. When marking the illegal buildings, you will use the wooden stick to stick with white paint and write a conspicuous word "demolition" on the exterior wall.
Chapter completed!