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Chapter 85 Subsequent Events
Qin Zu brought the bandit village under control in a very short period of time.

The people who were trapped were rescued, and each of them was covered with thick cotton-padded quilts. The sun had risen, but a raging bonfire was lit to keep them warm. All the meat and delicacies prepared by the robbers were chopped up and thrown into the pot. Inside, boil over high heat, sprinkle with a handful of salt, the most warm-up.

If they don't make up for it, even if these people are rescued, only [-]% of them are still alive after descending the mountain.

The old man who had almost chopped the bandit leader into mud sat on the bed, wrapped the wound on his thigh with a piece of rag twice, and regarded it as having been dealt with. The candle was still shining, and the old man was looking at the lamp. The flame seemed to follow the words and ignite in the old man's eyes, gnashing his teeth with hatred.

"No wonder it's so hard to catch... No wonder, no wonder!"

In the account book, apart from the date, month, who was robbed, and the amount of money obtained, there is also the entire county, the entire county, and the eighteen chain villages on the mountain range. There are some familiar names.

Especially these familiar names made the old man's eyes turn red.

"Eat dog food from the inside out..."

A burly man walked in from the door, clasped his fists and said:
"My lord, the brothers have found the boy you mentioned."

The old man's eyes lighted up slightly, and he saw a fourteen or fifteen-year-old boy walking in. It was the boy who was taken away before. He breathed a sigh of relief, put down the account book, patted the bed next to him, slowed down his voice, and smiled. road:

"Little guy, come and sit down."

Wang Anfeng nodded, and sat next to the old man with lowered eyebrows.

The old man slowly asked him if he was injured, and his words were sincere. He waited to confirm that the young man was not injured, and then he was relieved. He waved his hand and asked the Qin pawn to fetch a bowl of meat porridge, and handed it to Wang Anfeng himself, saying:
"Drink some porridge... to warm up your body."

"It's the old Qin's family who's sorry for you, you're late... If only one day in the morning, I could have saved the other child..."

The old man's voice became low and turned into a sigh, and Wang Anfeng's expression also became dull. He took the meat porridge and ate it in silence. It tasted as rough as the old Qin's army. The old man looked at the scroll and asked Who was Wang Anfeng who saved him?

The boy answered as he had planned.

It is only said that it is a person wearing black clothes, holding a green bamboo, and covering an iron face.

This is exactly the same as what the beautiful woman said in the bandit leader's room, the old man nodded without any doubt.

Fu looked at the name recorded in the ledger again, his eyes seemed to be burning with flames.

After eating meat porridge and wearing thick quilts, they were escorted down the mountain at noon, when the sun was the warmest. Those who died in vain, and those whose bodies were still intact, were covered with white cloths to wait for relatives to be buried. Helpless, he was buried under the towering green hill.

That green hill is still clean.

After entering the city, Wang Anfeng led a green horse, carried a piano and a sword, and stayed in the inn in the city.

This wave of bandits who had been evil for several years were all beheaded, and the results shocked far and wide, and the people rushed to tell the story.

On the second day, Sun Xingwei, who had already retired from the army, dragged his right leg, walked down the bustling long street, past the flower buildings full of singing and dancing, and stopped in front of the yamen. Holding the drumstick wrapped in bright red silk cloth with his hand, he exhausted all his strength and smashed it hard on the Mingyuan Drum.

hum!
The Drum of Crying Wrongs was played twelve times in a row, it was dull and loud, and it resounded through half of the county.

At that time, the white-haired old man stood under the county government hall, his voice and expression were all stern.

"This official attends the deputy county magistrate of this city, and there are seven officials, big and small."

"Collude with thieves and bandits, the evidence is solid, according to the law, we should be executed!"

Everyone was in an uproar, but because the matter was serious and too many people were involved, they were only detained pending trial, and the rest pleaded guilty. The deputy county magistrate had many doubts. Equipped with a soldier armor and a thousand taels of silver as military expenses, he ransom his sentence and is released from prison.

When he was released from prison, the white-haired old man stopped in front of the county government office, hissing angrily:

"Military spending!! Laws and regulations!"

"The point is how many innocent people died in vain, and how many civilian families were destroyed!"

"The question of the five punishments is forgiven. It is a law prepared for those who still have a way to turn around. It is not for these vicious things to take advantage of it!"

He was so angry that his voice was hoarse and his hair was disheveled, but he was dragged out by two yamen servants. On the long street, an old man with disheveled white hair dragged his broken leg, yelling and cursing angrily, his voice was like weeping blood.

In the afternoon of the same day, the guard in the city ordered that the entire battalion be on vacation for three days.

Hundreds of Qin iron soldiers took off their armor and sat in front of the yamen in cloth clothes, looking at the county yamen coldly, not saying a word, but the intent to kill them became stronger and stronger.

The atmosphere in the entire county became depressing. Even ordinary people subconsciously lowered their voices when they spoke on weekdays. The peddler who bought oil and fruits looked at the iron soldier who had been sitting without eating or drinking for more than a day, and the iron soldier last The stubborn old man in front sighed helplessly.

He handed the prepared breakfast to the boy in front of him, but with a smile on his face, he said:

"Little brother, your breakfast."

The boy in front handed over a few pieces of Datongbao, took the oil fruit, bit into it soft and crispy, and seemed to have no intention of asking:
"Are these iron soldiers... all right?"

The peddler didn't want to say much at first, but he was really angry in his heart. He looked around and sighed in a low voice: "What could be the matter?!"

"Now they have taken off their armor and are on vacation again."

"At this time, they are ordinary people of the Great Qin, who are willing to sit on the street without violating the laws of the Great Qin, who cares? Who dares to care?"

As soon as he opened his mouth, it was like opening a chatterbox, and he couldn't help complaining:

"According to me, those sons of bitches should be beheaded."

"But we, the Great Qin Legalists, need to look at the evidence...without conclusive evidence, we cannot pass a sentence."

"Now six people have been sent to death row, and even the family members have received compensation, and they are just gnashing their teeth and waiting for the day of the execution, and Sun Xingwei is obsessed with the county magistrate... It's not that his family members died, ah, It made my business hard to do..."

With a low voice, he looked around and said mysteriously in Wang Anfeng's ear:

"Maybe, it's because he planned to take the opportunity to overthrow the deputy county magistrate, and take the position by himself..."

The peddler babbled on a lot, but Wang Anfeng didn't listen much, and went back to the inn, only feeling depressed.

He also looked through those ledgers.

unambiguous evidence.

Two days later, Tie Zuo had no choice but to leave, and all the people except the county magistrate were sentenced to death. Sun Xingwei was sick at home because of his old age and infirmity, and no one came to visit him. The excitement when returning was the exact opposite.

Only the deputy county magistrate went to visit in person, but was scolded by the old man.

Wang Anfeng carried a portion of pork belly, looked at the paint-stained wooden door in front of him, exhaled, and knocked lightly on the door. The person who opened the door was a kind-hearted old woman with reddish eyes, as if she had just cried. The boy explained his purpose. After that, they welcomed him in and turned into the inner room. The white-haired old man was wearing clothes and was writing at his desk. He would cough violently when he stopped from time to time.

Seeing Wang Anfeng approaching, he was stunned for a moment, and then smiled and welcomed the young man in. His body was weak, but he insisted on making tea for the young man, covering up what he was writing, and only chatting with Wang Anfeng about other things , but the boy's pupil power is gradually getting stronger, and he has already seen clearly.

The old man didn't give up, even though everyone thought things were going nowhere.

Although those people think that the remaining six are enough. .

Although even the victims have been silenced.

But there is still a gray-haired old man who feels that it is not enough, and feels that he must seek justice for those who died in vain, so he is in this small room, even if everyone betrays his relatives, even if others complain, he still sticks his neck and holds his head stubbornly. With white hair disheveled, he stared at those lofty bedbugs and let out his own roar.

The boy lowered his eyebrows.

So Daqin is still Daqin.

Haohao Daqin.

The two chatted for a while, the sun was past noon, the old man stayed with Wang Anfeng for dinner, the young man nodded and volunteered to cook, cut the pork belly into pieces and washed it, but found that there was a piece of ginger missing, so he smiled and said he wanted to go out and buy it.

I went all the way to the vegetable market to buy a lot of ginger, just passing by the mansion of the deputy county magistrate, and turned a corner where no one was around, Wang Anfeng said softly:
"Go back to Shaolin."

The streamer was flickering, but in a short time, a young man in black stepped out, his face covered with steel, turned over and entered the mansion.

The house was not small, but it didn't employ many servants. Wang Anfeng touched the main house, and the elegant-looking deputy county magistrate was drinking and drinking by himself, his face flushed, and he was at ease.

In his opinion, no one can assassinate him in the city, and no one dares to kill him in the city.

At this moment, the wooden door was slammed open, and a man dressed in black burst in like lightning. The refined man was slightly stunned, and a purple lightning flashed in his wide-eyed eyes, piercing his throat in the blink of an eye. , but he still couldn't believe it in his mind.

How dare he...isn't he afraid of death...

Wang Anfeng exhaled, took a step back, and glanced at the four characters Haoran Zhengqi hanging in the hall. The green bamboo in his palm was swayed, dipped in blood as ink, and a new line of characters was covered on the copybook.

According to the laws of the Great Qin Dynasty, those who collude with bandits and gangsters will be punished for three thousand miles. If they are officials, their crimes will be increased and they will be killed.

Turning around and leaving, Fu thought of the old man and the hot-blooded Great Qin Iron Pawn again. He paused slightly, and Fu stirred up another splash of blood, and wrote:

For a murderer, it is difficult to forget the immortality.

Turning around and striding out, instead of escaping, he rushed straight out with a green bamboo stick, beating the servants and nurses in the mansion until his nose was bruised and his face swollen, and he left in a hurry. The young man was lost in a corner, and the maid rushed into the main room, facing the deputy magistrate, who was dying, and a line of blood books covered in awe-inspiring righteousness. call out.

"Murder!!!"

The county town became extremely chaotic in an instant, but in some remote places, there was warm and peaceful sunshine, and quite attractive cooking smoke, and some wooden doors with peeling paint were knocked lightly.

The old woman opened the door and saw the clean smile of the boy outside the door and the ginger in his hand, with a kind smile on her face.

"Bought it back, the action is really fast."

"yes……"

The wooden door is closed, isolating the inside and outside...

There are teenagers and there are old people.

There are literati who have their necks stuck, and there are knights who use martial arts to break the ban.

So Daqin is still Daqin.

Haohao Daqin.

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