Recommended reading: I have to praise the old man for being really affectionate and grateful, and he pushed Ye Feng for a while, but he didn't accept the two taels of silver. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

However, when he heard that Ye Feng had something to ask him, the old man looked at the two taels of silver with a red face, and nodded embarrassedly and embarrassedly.

"Ye Shaoxia, then I will accept these two taels of silver." The old man also realized that if he didn't accept the money today, Ye Feng would definitely not want a clay man, and it was not a way to continue to push and shove endlessly, since Ye Feng had something to ask him to do, he simply nodded and asked, "I don't know what happened to the young man?" If my husband can do it, he will definitely not refuse. ”

Ye Feng smiled without words, put Fang Tianhalberd aside, held the clay figure in his left hand, picked up the pen on the stall with his right hand, dipped it in ink, and wrote a few lines on a blank piece of paper.

After the handwriting on the paper dried, Ye Feng took out 300,000 taels of silver tickets from his arms, wrapped it in the paper and handed it to the old man who made the clay.

"Uncle, this place is not far from the prefect, you can bring this thing to the prefect."

"It's ......."

The old man's face instantly turned a lot whiter, and his eyes widened as he looked at the thing in Ye Feng's hand, but he didn't dare to reach out and take it.

The old man who pinched the clay man had never seen so much money in his life, let alone 300,000 taels of silver tickets, even if it was a 10,000 taels of silver tickets, he had never seen it a few times. Although this place is only more than 500 meters away from the government office, once so much silver is robbed by someone, the old man feels that he has pinched ten lifetimes of clay figures, and he may not be able to pay the 300,000 taels of silver.

"Ye Shaoxia, you ...... You're not kidding. I...... My legs and feet are not good, if this is robbed by someone, you want my old life, and I can't afford to pay you. The old man's head shook like a rattle, and instead of taking the silver ticket, he took three steps back.

Ye Feng smiled faintly and coughed lightly: "Uncle, don't be in a hurry to refuse. I will escort you to the front of the government office, and you can go in and hand these silver tickets to the prefect. ”

As soon as Ye Feng said this, the old man's panic also dissipated most of it, and he took the silver ticket wrapped in paper with trembling hands.

After that, he didn't clean up the stall much, and he rushed to the mansion with Ye Feng in a trembling state.

"Uncle, don't be so nervous, don't you have a junior by your side." Ye Feng led the horse and persuaded the old man to relax as he walked. If the old man walked to the government office so stiffly, he would definitely be tired and half dead when he came out again.

The old man swallowed his saliva fiercely, calmed down the nervousness in his heart a little, glanced at the bulging paper in his hand, and asked curiously in an instant: "Ye Shaoxia, what do you want me to send the silver ticket to the government office?" ”

Ye Feng smiled faintly and did not reply directly, and said with Guan Zi: "Uncle, when you send these silver tickets in your hand to the prefect, he will naturally tell you." ”

"Hey! Even if Ye Shaoxia doesn't know what to say, I guess it's not far from ten. If there are more people like you in Qingshui Country, why worry about the country not prospering? The old man had already guessed the answer, and in addition to admiring Ye Feng's kindness, his tone was also mixed with a selfish sigh for people's hearts.

The Qingshui country in the old man's heart is not poor, and there are not a few people who spend money like dirt. Not to mention each sect for the time being, in this small Huaxiong Town alone, there are as many as 100 rich people who can come up with hundreds of thousands of taels of silver.

But in this Huaxiong Town, there are still people who are not well fed and clothed, and very few people give alms to the poor. Don't say that it's a charity rescue, and it's a blessing to see a few kicks that don't step on it weekdays.

"Uncle, you don't have to sigh. Ye has long heard that the prefect of Huaxiong Town is honest and honest, and I believe that in the near future, the prefect will definitely let the townspeople live a life of abundant food and clothing. ”

"The prefect's personality is obvious to all, it is a rare blue sky lord, like me and other civilians talk about the prefect's master, there is no one who does not give a thumbs up. Don't you know, the prefect has been heartbroken for Huaxiong Town all these years, but today he can be funded by Ye Shaoxia, and the prefect will be very happy. ”

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The two talked as they walked, and the more they talked, the previous tension was no longer visible in the old man.

When the two arrived in front of the mansion, Ye Feng stood with his hands behind his back and looked up at the four-character plaque of 'Huaxiong Mansion', turned to the old man who was pinching the clay man and smiled: "I'm tired of you getting old."

The white-haired old man looked at the two guards at the entrance of the mansion, then bowed to Ye Feng and turned to walk towards one of the guards. After that, the old man and the guard muttered a few words, and were led into the palace by the guard with a knife at his waist.

After the old man walked into the mansion, Ye Feng sighed softly, and did not continue to linger but led the horse out of front of the mansion.

According to Ye Feng's original intention, he planned to personally deliver the silver ticket to the prefect and thank the prefect for his kindness in person, but now Ye Feng is no longer allowed to visit.

In fact, Ye Feng felt that it was also a good idea to let the old man who pinched the clay man send a silver ticket. At the very least, a lot of trouble was spared, and there was no need to listen to the prefect's words of gratitude.

Leading the horse out of Huaxiong Town, Ye Feng looked at the town with the halberd in his back and didn't know what to think, but a smile gradually appeared on his face.

After a while, turning around, Ye Feng's gaze locked on the direction of the Sword Sect, Fei got on the horse and grabbed the reins with his left hand, knocked the horse's belly with his legs, and got off the horse and went straight to the Sword Sect along the official road.

Just after Ye Feng galloped out of the mile, two people hurriedly walked out of the mansion in Huaxiong Town.

The leader was about forty years old, wearing a light blue gown, with a thin body and a slightly haggard face, but those bright eyes were very bright.

Don't look at this person's dress relatively plainly, but the temperament revealed is not comparable to ordinary people.

"Mr. Zhang, why isn't Ye Feng here?" The man hurried out into the street, looked around, and turned to ask the old man who was pinching the clay.

The old man walked down the steps, stood beside the prefect and looked at both sides of the street, then scratched his head suspiciously, but the next second he sighed with a wry smile.

Bowing down, the old man said with a straight face: "Lord Prefect, the grass people estimate Ye Feng...... It's gone.

The prefect frowned suddenly, then rubbed his temples, took out 300,000 taels of silver tickets and the piece of paper with a few lines written on it from his arms, stood in place and sighed quietly: "Ye Feng, Ye Feng, why are you in such a hurry to leave?" That's it! After a few days, I can only leave for the Ancient Leaf Sect. ”

The words of the prefect of Huaxiong Town, the old man who pinched the clay man was slightly stunned, frowned slightly, and didn't understand what it meant.

And at this moment, Ye Feng, who galloped out of Wuli on horseback, didn't know that because he had destroyed the evil bandits in Xiong'er Mountain, he returned to the Ancient Ye Sect three days later, but he ushered in a big man.

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