Mortal Immortal Gourd

Hu Ahua's bloody head was hung at the gate of the city. Passers-by couldn't help but take a look or two, and the timid ones were even more frightened.

But this head has different effects on different groups of people.

For local residents and merchants, this is a great confidence.

Let everyone know that if any officials or yamen runners dare to bully them, there is a blue sky master who can make the decision for them.

This is the basis for the 2 million people in Sanyang County to live and work in peace and contentment.

But for the officials of Sanyang County, seeing the bloody head every day when they go in and out is a great deterrent.

Before committing a crime, if you can think of the head, all your thoughts will fade. No matter how much money you greedily have, what's the use if you don't live to enjoy it?

Moreover, since even the group of confidants who followed the county governor in the earliest days can be killed, who else can't be killed.

Before Ji Song entered the city, he witnessed Er Gouzi's governance methods with his own eyes.

Unfortunately, although this method is good, it cannot be promoted in other places.

Ji Song glanced at the head at the gate of the city. It was a pity that such a beautiful woman was chopped off.

It seems that Zhang Ergou has no compassion for women.

Ji Song followed the crowd into Sanyang County. There were many shops in the city, people crowded together, and people were next to each other. It was indeed a prosperous scene.

Ji Song had been to many cities in Da Zhou. Even the important capital city was full of dignitaries and looked prosperous.

In fact, only a few people were rich, and most people were still extremely poor, relying on these rich people to make a living.

Sanyang County was indeed different. He walked around the city. The officials here were not particularly rich, and the ordinary people were not very poor.

Even the gate of the county government looked a little shabby. The paint on it fell off, and there was no plan to repair it.

He found an excuse to chat with the old man guarding the gate.

According to the old man, their Zhang Qingtian was just an honest farmer.

Zhang Qingtian once said that as long as the door can be closed, it is fine. There is no need to make it too beautiful. It is still just a door after being painted and decorated.

Ji Song walked to the opposite side of the county government office and saw a shop selling buns. There was a long queue at the door and the business seemed to be booming.

From the conversations of those people in the queue, it was learned that the county magistrate of this county liked to eat the meat buns of this shop the most and ate them almost every day.

Ji Song also walked over curiously, wanting to see what kind of buns could attract a county magistrate to eat every day.

When he walked to the door of the bun shop, he found something unusual. The female boss selling buns was a cultivator in the late stage of foundation building. She actually came here to sell buns for five cents each.

Ji Song also bought two meat buns and ate them. It felt very ordinary, just the taste of ordinary people.

Compared with the delicacies he had eaten, this kind of buns can only be fed to dogs.

Even the dogs raised by many officials are not willing to eat this kind of buns.

It seems that Zhang Ergou is a person with no taste.

Ji Song then walked around the city casually, looking around, occasionally chatting with ordinary people and asking for some news.

The people in the city often mentioned Zhang Qingtian, and took the great master Qingtian as a role model everywhere.

In these casual chats, he learned an important piece of news.

Zhang Ergou actually led the army to attack Liusha County and Xiaoyi County.

It is said that before this man set out, he vowed to take back the lost land of the two counties.

He didn't know what Zhang Ergou relied on to dare to attack the monsters.

But he knew that even Xia Mingyuan's Qingzhou army couldn't beat the monsters and retreated step by step under the monsters' front.

What virtue and ability did Zhang Ergou have?

Originally, you said you wanted to take back Liusha and Xiaoyi counties, but everyone knew you were bragging, and everyone just listened to it for fun.

Unexpectedly, this person got serious. A newborn calf is not afraid of a tiger. The monster army is not so easy to fight.

It seems that Zhang Ergou is still a person with a shallow foundation, too young, and a little too impulsive and reckless.

Before Ji Song left, the Holy Emperor Longxing asked him to take care of Zhang Ergou. The emperor still valued this person very much. It would be a pity if he died this time.

Thinking of this, Ji Song's figure suddenly disappeared in the city. After a few breaths, he was already outside the city.

Then Ji Song turned into a green light and flew into the sky, flying towards Liusha County.

But when he arrived in Liusha County, there was no blood flowing like he imagined, but a quiet place.

Finally, he saw a team of human soldiers in Liusha County.

"Where are you soldiers from?"

"I am the vanguard of Sanyang County, Snotbag. What's the matter with you, old man?"

Snotbag raised his head and looked at the old man in front of him with a little curiosity.

It felt that this old man walked lightly, and he didn't know where he suddenly came from, so he couldn't see through it.

"You are a soldier from Sanyang County? So, Liusha County has been conquered by you?"

Ji Song was still a little bit unbelievable. He heard that the army had only been there for a few days since its departure, and it was so easy to conquer it.

"You old man are so confused. If we didn't conquer Liusha County, how could we get here!"

Snotbag felt that the old man was confused. Is it necessary to ask such a simple question?

"It was so fast. How many days did it take you to conquer it?"

"One day is enough!"

Snotbag raised his head habitually, sniffed, and said nonchalantly.

"It only took two days to conquer two counties."

"You mean Xiaoyi County was also taken down?"

"That's right!"

Snotbag nodded, feeling that the old man in front of him was a little silly, always asking silly questions.

"Okay, old man, go play by yourself, I have something to do."

Snotbag said, and used a wind binding technique to tie up the piles of crop straw in the yard and put them on the back of the blue-eyed spirit cow.

Ji Song saw that Snotbag cast a spell casually, and it was actually used to tie up crop straw, and this young man cast the spell without any pause, completely at will.

"Young man, what's your name?"

Ji Song's eyes lit up, and he looked at Snotbag carefully. The more he looked, the more surprised he was. This boy has extraordinary qualifications and is definitely a promising talent.

"My name is Snotbag."

Snotbag felt more and more that the old man in front of him might be a little confused.

But the boss has always taught that you can't bully the old, weak, sick and disabled, and you should care for the people like you care for the crops in the fields.

So the snot bag remained patient and answered the foolish old man without scolding him.

"Young man, do you want to be my disciple?"

Ji Song pinched his beard and asked proudly. Being favored by him was definitely the greatest blessing of this young man's life.

"No!"

The snot bag did not even think about it and simply shook his head and refused.

This old man looked a little confused and a little stupid. Who would want to be a disciple of a fool and be laughed at if it was spread out?

"Why? I'm very powerful!"

Ji Song never expected that he was a Yuanying cultivator and a popular person around the emperor.

He finally came up with the idea of ​​taking in a disciple out of love, but was rejected.

"I don't want to be a disciple of anyone. I just want to follow our boss."

What the snot bag said was the truth. Even if the old man in front of him was not stupid and was really a hermit, he didn't want to.

He didn't have to learn any advanced skills. It was enough for him to follow the boss steadily.

Anyway, he just did whatever the boss asked him to do.

If the boss asked him to farm for his whole life, he would farm for his whole life. If the boss asked him to practice, he would practice.

"Your great talent is like a pearl covered in dust. It's a pity to waste it."

Ji Song said with a little regret.

But Snotbag didn't care about it. If there was no boss, he might have been boiled in a pot as early as a baby, not to mention practicing.