The Retirement of the Demon Lord

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The yamen obeyed the order, and after hesitating again and again, added to Mei Qianxiao's bowl, and then Mei Qianxiao withdrew in satisfaction.

At this time, Enke and the others had also gathered around, and Li Tong, who didn't know it, felt overwhelmed by the troublemaker Zong Xianlai.

The Gongwei Division is different from the general government in the imperial court. But they also have no right to interfere in the affairs of the government. Usually, they also have a good relationship with the local government. Only by maintaining a good relationship can they easily borrow people and things from the government and cooperate in a friendly manner.

Mei Qianxiao, this foreign Jinyiwei offended the officials for them, then patted his **** and left, and it wasn't the people who were stationed in their place who were left to wipe his butt!

Mei Qianxiao didn't have time to pay attention to the bad mood of the two parties' mutual scruples. She took care of herself holding the bowl of porridge and strolled the streets in the open space, as if the old man disappeared for a walk. At the back, Zhai Wenyao, with a few civil servants and important officials, as well as a large group of people such as En Kelitong, followed behind him for no reason, and it was ridiculous to see from a distance.

Everyone had their own thoughts, and no one said anything to interrupt the strange atmosphere.

All of a sudden, the eyebrows laughed, "Hey!" With a loud voice, everyone jumped in shock.

I saw him bent over and picked up a small piece of wood on the ground, put it in the bowl, turned back and said to Enke: "Come on, let me give you some common sense... Look, find a piece of wood and stick it in the porridge so that it won't fall over. It shows that the materials are solid and there is no cutting corners.”

Zhai Wenyao and the others let out a long sigh of relief... You've been looking for scrap wood for a long time! Say it earlier, and I'll give you a few wooden chopsticks!

Enke nodded, indicating that he understood, but still looked puzzled.

"That's right, we can abide by the laws and regulations, and don't dare to be careless about the ingredients." Zhai Wenyao hurriedly said, reaching out to take the bowl of porridge, "I don't know where this wooden stick came from, but it's dirty, don't eat it, I'll give you another bowl."

"Nonsense, I'm not stupid, how can I eat it so dirty." Mei Qianxiao agreed, but dodged Zhai Wenyao's outstretched hand and put the porridge into Enke, "You can taste it."

Hello! You are not stupid, you are stupid!

Enke hesitated for a moment, but still took the bowl and took a sip.

Immediately afterwards, there was a clear and audible sound of "shhhhhhh", which made people feel pain, and Enke vomited all the porridge with a wow.

"Ah? Why is this porridge so hard? I almost lost my teeth!" Enke said with a bitter face.

"It's not that the porridge is hard, but that the porridge is full of white sand. Didn't I say, only fools eat it." Mei Qianxiao pinched a little with her fingers, and after rubbing the water with her fingertips for a while, fine sand was left.

"Why? Why is there sand in the porridge for the victims? We didn't eat anything just now!" Enke said angrily to Zhai Wenyao.

Now he could understand why the victims looked so sad when they came to pick up the porridge. This porridge is not something that people eat at all, but if the victims want to survive, they can only eat this unbearable thing, who can get the porridge happily.

"We are also doing things according to the regulations." If Zhai Wenyao didn't see that Mei Qianxiao was here to step on the scene, his governor was really in vain, and he said lukewarmly, "Sprinkle gravel into the porridge to prevent any People who are self-sufficient are greedy for small and cheap white-collar porridge. This porridge is not delicious, so only those who are forced to eat it will eat it. Since the founding of the country, the disaster relief porridge has been like this. Therefore, the porridge inside has no sand. Stone, only add sand and gravel when it is sent outside, and we are also ordered to act. It is because of this that this official wants to stop Lord Jin Yiwei from eating the porridge outside and toss his mouth less."

Enke probably understood the meaning, spit out the sand in his mouth a few times, and glared at him complainingly. Looking at Mei Qianxiao, she clearly knew the process of dispatching porridge for disaster relief.

"But the content of sand, I think, is more than rice, right?" Mei Qian smiled and walked towards the side where the rice bags were temporarily stacked, "You said that the sand was placed in the back, I'll see if it's true or not. ."

"Maybe this time everyone is a little harder, and this official will make them correct." Zhai Wenyao explained generously, followed Mei Qianxiao to the rice bag, and dealt with it very calmly, "It's rare that 'Jinyiwei' is so leisurely to be assessed. The work of this official, the official body is not oblique, you can look at it."

Zhai Wenyao emphasized the words "Jin Yiwei", reminding Mei Qianxiao that this was not a place for Jin Yiwei to mix.

Mei Qianxiao's thick-skinned face was so thick that even he was afraid, how could he care about Zhai Wenyao's yin and yang strangeness.

As if he was picking a gift for his girlfriend in the store, he looked left and right at the rice bag as high as a mountain, and waited until the faces of the people around him were dark, before reaching out for a long time: "That bag."

Zhai Wenyao immediately winked at the yamen who was in charge of the rice bag.

The two yamen quickly found a large wooden barrel, raised the rice bag pointed by Qianxiao with a knife and slashed it with a knife, and poured it into the barrel.

The grains of rice are like pearl waterfalls, pouring freely into wooden barrels, which is like the most beautiful scenery in this severely disaster-stricken Wuchang Mansion. Even the disaster victims lining up in the distance couldn't help staring blankly, their souls being taken away.

"How? What else do you have to say?" Zhai Wenyao sneered.

He recognized that there were too many porridge and gravel outside, but so what?

Mei Qianxiao's second-rate smile didn't change, she just turned her head to look at Zhai Wenyao, and pointed at another bag with a giggle.

"Show him!"

"Wait a minute." Mei Qianxiao shouted to stop the movements of the two yamen, and pointed to the side, "Did I let you go? I let you go."

The two yamen were stunned and looked at Zhai Wenyao.

Zhai Wenyao narrowed his eyes, his eyes were cold: "Move away?"

"Why~www.readwn.com~ Your people are busy? Why don't I come..." Mei Qianxiao rolled up her sleeves again.

Zhai Wenyao really hates Jin Yiwei who likes rolling up his sleeves so much! So I like to do it myself, why don't you go out and catch criminals?

Just now, he had spoken loudly for the other party to look at, but now that he was embarrassed, he didn't go down the steps, so Zhai Wenyao had to force himself to calm down.

"Move." Zhai Wenyao said softly, not as confident as he used to be.

Although Mei Qianxiao rolled up her sleeves, if she wanted to move rice, she would definitely be too lazy to do it. But people are still willing to cooperate, just save trouble.

Mei Qianxiao kept asking the other party to toss the rice bag to the side, and gradually removed a third of it, and a small hill was also piled up on the other side.

"Okay, stop."

The two yamen servants were so tired that they were sweating.

Mei Qianxiao suddenly pulled out the embroidered spring knife with a bang, startling Zhai Wenyao and the others.

"You two, go get that bag of rice and open it." Mei Qianxiao ordered the two forces behind her this time to start.

They were stunned for a while, then immediately led the order to the rice bag.

A few yamen officers on the side wanted to step forward to stop them, but they felt a little intimidated when they saw Mei Qianxiao playing with the embroidered spring knife, so they had to look at Zhai Wenyao.

At this time, Zhai Wenyao was startled by Mei Qianxiao's sudden drawing of the knife. He didn't know what he meant, so he silently backed away a few steps to save the madman from hacking people. For a while, he lost his mind, and when he realized that, the two forces had neatly lifted the rice bag that Mei Qianxiao said, and drew a knife to open it.

"Wow……"

There was an exclamation at the scene, followed by a thin discussion, which gradually spread into a noise.

It was the noise and turmoil that the victims made for the sand poured out of the rice bag mixed with the moldy rotten rice.