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The horse team returned to the government office in a mighty manner.The zongzi and salted duck eggs at home are ready, and the mung bean cake is also ready.Mo Jian brought someone over and sent a copy to each person in the government office.

On the morning of the sixth day at work, the officials came and said one by one: Mr. Chen’s rice dumplings are delicious, the red beans inside are better than the red beans at home, and the salted egg yolk is especially delicious; the mung bean cake is delicious; the salted duck eggs are delicious.Chen Fan responded with a smile.

Li Weizhi said: "Is the salted egg yolk in this rice dumpling the same as the salted egg yolk in the egg yolk crisp?"

Chen Fan nodded: "Almost."

"Egg yolk crisps and salted duck eggs are very popular in Beijing, but after so many years, these two businesses in Chunzhou have never been successful, and there are not many ducks. Fortunately, the locust plague passed by that year and did not invade. Chunzhou, otherwise Chunzhou will be miserable."

Chen Fan smiled and said nothing, it was Chun's luck that the locusts passed along Guangyun County, Changping Township and Yuanfeng County all the way, but just avoided Linya County and Chunning County to the south.

"Ducks made great achievements that year, and you didn't think about raising more ducks?" Chen Fan couldn't figure it out. Since the locust disaster in the north, a large number of ducks have been raised, and Chunzhou and Xiangzhou are still the same.

Li Weizhi disagreed: "Chunzhou hasn't raised ducks yet. Anyway, the locust plague only happens once every few years. If it happens, it will be fine."

Chen Fan laughed angrily: "A few years have passed in a blink of an eye, maybe one day there will be a plague of locusts. Raising more ducks can eat duck meat and duck eggs. It is not a bad thing."

Li Weizhi didn't care.

The melon field is overcrowded.Each family sent people to guard, and the guards had to build sheds, and many more sheds were added on the hillside.The people who guard the melons have to chat with each other, visit each other, quarrel if they disagree, and even fight if they have a bad temper.

The melon farmers stay away and give guidance when they are called upon; the soldiers in charge of guarding also watch the fire from the other side, as long as they don't touch the melons of the government office.

The gentry from all walks of life also came to grab melons.They don't move the nine acres of land of the officials, but they pick melon farmers and government officials as soon as they come. The soldiers stepped forward to dissuade them. , He didn't pay attention to the soldiers at all.

All the officials sent to guard the fields ran into the house.Their masters are not as powerful as the governor, and not as powerful as the country gentry, so they quickly hide.

The soldiers dare not be too tough, those people have backgrounds.Feng He's whips came into play, they curled one and threw the other, the first throw was dissatisfied, and the second time they threw it harder.If the opponent uses a knife, Feng He and the others will also use a knife.

The number of people in the melon fields suddenly increased, and batch after batch of thugs from the country gentry came.Mo Jian ordered Shen Zhuangtou and the centurion Xiang Mingsheng: "Soldiers, protect the melon farmers, go into the house and don't go out."

Someone shouted arrogantly: "Boy, do you know how many years Grandpa has been here? You just wanted to be the masters of this land?"

Mo Jian said: "To be a man, you have to follow the rules. The government arranges people to plant this. If you want watermelons, you can plant them yourself."

The thugs laughed.

The arrogant person continued to be arrogant: "Stand there at the point of understanding, don't break the watermelons of the grandpas."

The thugs stretched out their hands to pick the watermelon, the guards' long whips swept over, and a row of people fell to the ground.

The leaders got angry: "Stinky boy, how dare you do it!"

The thugs rushed up regardless of the watermelons under their feet, Mo Jian and the others quickly backed away and swept away several feet, and then countless arrows were shot from the forest, causing the thugs to fall down.

They were ruthless enough, those who could get up quickly got up, those who could charge forward continued to charge forward, and another round of arrows shot over, knocking them to the ground.

The timid melon growers were trembling with fright, and the bolder looked outside through the crack of the door.The soldiers were very surprised: the guards actually directly used bows and crossbows, and their skills were even better than those in their army.

Some thugs refused to accept it: "If you have the ability, come up and fight, the one who shoots back is the grandson!"

With a whoosh, an arrow flew over and pierced his thigh, and he howled and fell to the ground.Some continued to rush forward, but were shot down by arrows again.

After several rounds, the thugs got scared and slowly backed away.

Xiang Mingsheng was thoughtful: "Looking at the speed at which those people retreat, they all have lightness kung fu."

"Qinggong?" Many soldiers' eyes lit up, "How did you practice it?"

Xiang Mingsheng shook his head: "We can't do it anymore. Those people have been trained since they were young, and they can only be supported by wealthy families."

The fire of gossip among the soldiers was blazing: "Are they from Master Chen's family, or Master Zhang's family?"

Someone with a quick brain said immediately: "It must belong to Mr. Zhang's family. Mr. Chen was farming in the countryside back then."

"Yes, yes, yes," someone responded, "Master Zhang has taught so many Juren and Scholars, he must be from a wealthy family, and maybe he has suffered some accidents to hide his identity."

Xiang Mingsheng patted him on the head: "Don't say it. Do you know?"

The soldiers shook their heads in unison.

Some soldiers stiffened their heads: "He must be the son of some noble family, or the mansion of Duke Houmen."

Xiang Mingsheng patted him: "Don't say it."

Some people were stubborn: "Such a good skill, but they have retreated."

Xiang Ming's hands hurt from patting: "How much money was raised, and a broken piece of skin is a loss. Except for protecting the master, nothing is worth their injury."

Now no one said a word, and the audience was silent.

The thugs retreated into the carriage and drove to the city.

Mo Jian ordered: "Eat and rest on the spot, and send sentries." There was no need to pick up the arrows, and almost all of them were taken away with them.

Li Laosi, the yamen servant patrolling the street, ran back to the government office to report: "It's not good, there's a fight in the melon field."

Chen Fan asked, "What's the situation?"

"Someone went to pick melons, but they all came back with arrows. Now many big households have sent people to go to the melon fields."

Chen Fan poured a cup of tea and put it in front of him: "Take a sip of tea and relax, who is going to pick melons?"

Li Laosi drank it all excitedly, calmed down, reported several surnames, and said the matter again.

Chen Fan nodded: "Go and rest, we will arrange it."

Li Weizhi and Ren Jiayang rushed over anxiously, and heard a few more words from the side.Li Weizhi said: "They are all landlords and squires in Chunzhou. They have been entrenched for many years and have great influence. If their subordinates are injured, they will definitely become angry and repeat Master Chen."

The corner of Chen Fan's mouth curled up: "Conflicts will break out sooner or later. When they do something, I happen to do it. This matter has nothing to do with the government, it's a dispute between Jianghu and Jianghu."

Local forces will always move, and Chen Fan and Zhang Ci are waiting for this day.

What else did Ren and Li want to say, Chen Fan smiled: "Don't worry, the soldiers will protect the melon farmers."

Ren and Li walked away step by step.

Is it really okay?