By the end of February, the Dancheng case had become a well-known case in the capital. Pan Lin had been in the trial hall for half a month without any progress. Students in the streets were talking about it, and they placed their hopes on Xue Xiuzhuo. The number of memorials impeaching Pan Xiangjie in the court also increased day by day.
When the snow stopped, a western merchant caravan also arrived in the capital.
Xiao Wu was wrapped like a rice dumpling, but he was very dexterous. He jumped off the carriage and stood at the checkpoint talking and laughing with the tax collector. The curtain at the back opened, and Ge Qingqing, who had a short beard, stepped out.
Ge Qingqing flicked the copper plate with his thumb, caught it firmly, and said with a smile to the clerk: "We have long been familiar with the trade of goods. In the evening, I asked the master to give me a favor. Let's go and sit on Donglong Street." My brother was taken care of by you last year, and I have to thank you very much for this."
The clerk holding the tax book knew that this man was a merchant from Juexi. Last year, Xiao Wu had paid a huge amount of silver here when he was escorting goods. Now he finally met Ge Qingqing. Although it was the first time, they became as familiar with each other as brothers.
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