Wuqing County is boiling, yes, boiling again. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 info seems to have broken the tranquility of this originally quiet and leisurely town one after another after someone suddenly came out of nowhere, and there is no way to go back to the past.

This boiling is nothing else, but the county government officially posted a notice to tell the people of the county that there is indeed something evil. The county ordered Lord Shen Songshen to call on the county's Baixin to donate to the county from now on.

Powerful contributions, rich contributions. Not too little, not too much. Work together to take evil and build a peaceful and civilized county....... Okay, there is no sentence in the last sentence, but the meaning is that meaning. In short, if you want to catch that evil thing, then pay for it!

It is now the middle of the Ming Dynasty, strictly speaking, it is the last period of prosperity of the Ming Dynasty. Therefore, although a large part of the common people are still struggling to survive, they are still relatively wealthy compared to other periods.

Especially since this matter is related to the safety of their own lives, no one dares to be careless and negligent. So, on the day the notice was posted, hundreds of people went to donate. You have nothing to do, and the simple people don't have so much thought, they squeeze out the last copper plate to pledge, just want to keep their peaceful and stable life.

In the back hall of the county government, Shen Song's face was a little relaxed, and he was different from the previous decadence. The He family really lived up to their expectations, not only provoking other families to pledge a large amount of money, but also further put forward such an initiative. This made Lord Shen seem to have seen the endless snowflakes rolling in, and he seemed to be able to hear the beautiful notes of the copper coins colliding in his ears.

This damn Wuqing County has never had a good time since he took office, and only today did he realize the pleasure of a hundred miles of marquis.

Lord Shen, who has been continuously hit mercilessly, is deeply intoxicated by this pleasure at this moment, and he is simply a little unable to extricate himself.

Under the influence of this fluttering feeling, Lord Shen stood by the window, let the breeze blow on his face, only to feel that the flowers and trees were fragrant and pleasant, and at the beginning of autumn, the original annoying cicada chirping was so pleasant.

There was the sound of hurried footsteps under the porch, and it sounded as if someone was trotting, but it was trying to suppress it.

Shen Song couldn't help frowning slightly, slightly annoyed by the inappropriateness of the visitor, interrupting his rare good mood at this time.

But as soon as the man showed up, all his complaints were gone. Seeing the old steward with a slightly anxious face standing in front of him, he smiled leisurely and said softly: "Today, I know that the sigh of Han Gaozu that day! Uncle Tong, it's done, thanks to your plan, this county here will remember you a great achievement." ”

The person who came was the old butler. After listening to Shen Song's words at this moment, the old face didn't know whether to cry or laugh, and looked at him fixedly for a long time before he sighed weakly, shook his head and said, "Mingfu, why did you make a big move?"

Shen Song's smile suddenly froze. looked at the old steward unhappily, and couldn't help but feel a little annoyed. He called him so, but he actually called himself Mingfu, and he didn't even call him master, what is this? Is it clear?

The old slave who doesn't know how to advance or retreat, if it weren't for the credit of your plan, this one alone would have sent you into a cold room. Or, don't you want to rely on this to ask for a reward for merit?

It's not wise? Hmph! I don't know what to do!

He thought in annoyance, and the look on his face became colder and colder. After looking at the old butler for a while, he said indifferently: "Oh, isn't this your plan? Why is it unwise?"

As he spoke, he turned around and picked up a glass of wine from the table, and then stopped in front of the window, looking at the scenery outside, and sipping leisurely.

There was a deep disappointment and sadness flashing in the eyes of the old steward, and Shen Song's appearance was equivalent to clearly declaring his dissatisfaction with himself. He had the heart to stop caring about it, but after hesitating for a moment, it was difficult to give up.

Gritting his teeth, he said in a deep voice: "Yes, although this plan is offered by the old slave, the old slave's intention is only for a few private families, but not for the people of the county as it is now." This...... Isn't this a disguised looting of people's ......?"

As soon as he said this, he saw Shen Song suddenly change color, and suddenly turned around, his eyes shining with an extremely cold light, like a beast that chooses people to devour.

"You mean, this county is a cool official, a corrupt official, a scraping of the ground, and a search for the people's fat and ointment!" his voice grew louder and louder, until at last, as if he was screaming, and his face became flushed and terrifying.

The old butler was startled, and couldn't help but take a step back, looking at him in horror.

Shen Song still didn't realize it, and slammed the cup in his hand to the ground, and in the crisp sound of crackling, he laughed a little nervously. Raising his halberd and pointing at the old butler, he scolded angrily: "Old killer! Don't you think that by virtue of your words, you can be presumptuous in front of this county? Are you ridiculing this county that you are not as good as you? Come on, why don't you come and sit in the seat of this Ming Mansion and let you come and love the people like a son?"

At the last sentence, he was already roaring like thunder, almost screaming at the bottom of his lungs. The old steward's face turned pale, and he stepped back step by step in his words, and his heart couldn't help but sink completely.

This child, who grew up watching from a young age, this child who has been silently cared for by himself, has obviously collapsed under a series of blows. I had been suppressed before, and I couldn't show it. But now, after a sudden relaxation, it can no longer be suppressed.

"Master......" he shouted with a shudder.

"Get out! Get back to my hometown! This county doesn't want to see you again! Get out! Get out of here!" Shen Song roared like thunder, pointing outside and shouting, with some kind of abnormal flush on his face.

The old steward took a few steps back, until his body hit the pillars, and then he stopped weakly. His eyes looked blankly at Shen Song, who was still walking back and forth, and the disappointment and sadness in his eyes became heavier and heavier.

Half-loud, he finally sighed helplessly. Slowly stood up straight, tidied up his clothes, looked at Shen Song deeply, and said bitterly: "In this case, the old slave bows to the master." I hope that the lord will cherish everything. ”

After saying that, he took a deep look again, and after a long time, he slowly got up, turned around and staggered out. After taking two steps, he didn't look back, and said in a low voice: "Although I know that the old man doesn't want to listen, the old slave still has to say, the old slave must be careful, you must be careful! The old slave feels that something is wrong, very wrong." Someone wants to harm the master, the master must be careful, he must be careful. ”

As he spoke, he took another step under his feet, step by step, as if every step was like dragging a thousand pounds, full of indescribable sorrow and pain.

Shen Song was stunned in the back, and subconsciously raised his hand, wanting to call him, but in the end, he lost face, and the words swirled in his throat and swallowed back.

It wasn't until the old steward's back was gone that he retracted his hand that was frozen in the air. He paced back and forth in the same place for a few laps, and suddenly said hatefully: "Old killer, even you laugh at me, right? Even you look down on me, right? Say you and leave, hum, let's go, just go, see if you regret it one day in the future!"

He muttered nervously, then turned around and poured another glass, and drank one cup and the other until he fell asleep drunk.

No one knew about this scene in the county government, but just after this day, the whole Wuqing County seemed to be restless.

Of course, this restlessness comes from this donation and evil, but those who are interested find that there seems to be another thing brewing in addition to this......

Some children are singing a strange nursery rhyme: Monkey child, living in the house, does not like to eat vegetarian and loves meat;

No one knows when this nursery rhyme appeared, and no one knows what it means. It's just a nursery rhyme, a child's trick, who would really care?

However, it is the recent newspaper of Moyun Bookstore that has launched new content, which is a kind of connecting medium. There is a small story told every day, and there is continuity, which attracts the interest of some people.

In this moment of panic, being able to read such an interesting story every day can be regarded as a kind of catharsis.

The story is about a man named Sherlock Holmes who solves a crime. Sherlock Holmes is a great detective, well, detective means headcatcher. This Sherlock Holmes is very good at solving cases, any case that no one else can solve, when it comes to his hands, he can find clues from it, and then follow the vine, and finally catch the bad guys.

This time, Holmes came across another case, saying that a strange case had happened in a certain manor, where a monster appeared and always attacked the people who lived in that manor. So much so that in the end, after the death of the owner of that manor, the heirs did not dare to inherit the inheritance. In desperation, he had to invite out Sherlock Holmes, hoping that he could help him.

If this story had fallen into the eyes of later generations, and he had happened to have read the classic Sherlock Holmes book, then he would have known that the original name of the story was the Hound of the Baskervilles.

This Hound of the Baskervilles tells the story of a conspirator who raised a vicious dog and then used some special means to make the dog a monster that could glitter with phosphorescent light in the night, and then killed people and caused panic in order to seize the property of the manor.

It's a very weird and terrifying story, but it's interlocking, and people can't bear to read it, always looking forward to the next moment of the complex, and always can't help but guess all kinds of possibilities.

For this story, many people are probably just watching the excitement, talking about the plot of a certain character, or admiring or lamenting the joys, sorrows, and sorrows.

But in the eyes of a very small number of people with a heart, it has triggered thinking. How similar is what is happening in Wuqing City right now to something in this story? So, is this story a metaphor?

Wang Yi, the head of the Dongchang stall, was gently clicking on the newspaper on the table with his fingers at this moment, with a thoughtful look on his face.......