After the rabbit demon heart lady left, Bu'an returned to Niuwei Village at the foot of the mountain and slept until dawn. ◢ with ◢ dream ◢ small ◢ .lā

Evil Moon's true face gave him a lot of shock, but when he couldn't think of a reason for it, he didn't bother to bother with it. All in all, no matter what Evil Moon looks like, it makes no difference what he has to do or what he has to do.

After two days of peace, the third day of the evil moon, the village was a lot lively, early in the morning Yang Er was going to hunt in the mountains, and was persuaded by Bu'an. The men in this mountain are about to come out, more things are better than less things, don't feed the monsters, the great wealth but no blessing to enjoy.

Bu'an estimated that from Niuwei Village to Jiangning City, with the strength of Xinniang's feet, it was almost time to come back at this time, but before she could come, two soap officials came to the village, with a group of helpers with meaty faces, and beat the gong to gather the villagers.

Bu An was wearing the clothes left by Yang Da, and he had no intention of tidying up his appearance these days, and he was also unkempt, so he was regarded by this group of small officials who collected grain as the instigation of the villagers here.

Bu An just sat in front of the door, not even bothering to lift his eyelids.

Those helpers were about to come up to pull people, but Yang Er hurriedly came out to explain, saying that this was a guest staying at his house, not a native of Niuwei Village.

The leading soap clerk was about forty years old, with a small nose and eyes, and a treacherous face. The man glanced at Bu'an obliquely, and saw that he had fine skin and tender meat, and he really didn't look like a mountain man, so he waved his hand and waved away a few helpers.

It wasn't long before the villagers were gathered together to listen to the small-eyed soapman read out the county proclamation.

Bu An had never seen such a scene, but he was also surprised to see it. The little official clearly didn't recognize a few words, just a proclamation, read it stumblingly, full of typos, but the villagers were huddled together, looking nervous, and they didn't even dare to come out, as if the county magistrate was there in person.

"It's going to be a war! If the soldiers don't have enough to eat, they will make trouble, and when the time comes, they will go down to the village and rob them, but they are not so easy to talk about! Picking up houses and digging the ground is still a trivial matter, and the big girls and little daughters-in-law will all suffer! You can understand this truth, right?" shouted the small-eyed soapman at the top of his voice.

The villagers agreed in a hurry, perhaps because they were afraid of the government, or they were frightened by the meaning of his words, and they didn't even have any difficulties.

The gongs and drums were beaten once, and the villagers were dispersed to their homes.

A few small officials and helpers sat at the head of the village and waited for them to come to collect food, and some old people in the village trembled and instructed the villagers to prepare food for them. Seeing that all the noodles served were gray and suspicious-looking, the small-eyed soap official suddenly stretched his face and said coldly: "Are you asking for food when we are?!"

The old man was too frightened to speak, but a young student muttered: "This is a white-flour steamed bun, we can't eat it on weekdays." ”

The latter was slapped in the face without accident, followed by a noisy and crying.

Bu'an was bored and had no intention of making a move. This kind of drama is the same in the world, where can he manage it. Besides, even if you beat these soap officials away, when he leaves, he will inevitably come back to seek revenge, and it will only be more ugly at that time.

The villagers came to pay for the grain in a sparse manner, saying that they were paying for the grain, but in fact, in addition to the grain, there were all kinds of things, some brought a goat, some sent animal skins and animal hair and even aged bacon...... The officials accepted all the orders, and those who came did not refuse, at most scolded a few times and kicked a few kicks, in order to show their "official authority".

The sun is gradually setting in the west, and when it is almost time to finish work, there are still many people who have not shown up, and the small-eyed soap can't sit still, so he ordered two helpers, searched door to door, and finally found Yang Er's house.

Yang Er has already been in the four walls of the family, and the six guan money that he "borrowed" from Bu'an was placed in the Taiping years, and it was not a problem to buy a dozen or so loads of rice, but now that the evil moon is coming, the price of rice is expensive, and he does not dare to spend all the six guan money, so there are only a few buckets of brown rice in the family, and if this is also paid, the family can only drink the northwest wind.

The little officials who collected grain didn't care about this, they robbed it when they entered the house, Yang Erhu was so anxious that he almost had to do it with them.

Seeing this, Bu An persuaded Yang Er to stop and let them take it.

"There are acquaintances. The small-eyed soapman glanced at Bu'an, and saw that he was smiling and indifferent, but he couldn't figure out his way.

Yang Er was angry and hateful, his fists were clenched to death, and it seemed that he was going to go up and fight hard at any time. His woman is usually very fierce, but there is an errand present at this time, but she squatted in the corner with the child in her arms, and she didn't dare to say a word.

The helper put the rice bag on his shoulder, and was about to go out, when he suddenly caught a glimpse of a few copper coins that were originally pressed under the bag, and his eyes suddenly lit up.

"Alas! You are a cunning and cunning man! You have a lot of money hidden, but you are pretending to be poor! Your family of five is not enough brown rice according to the number of people!" When this man shouted like this, his face was shaking.

The small-eyed soapman was about to make a move, but Yang Er had already pounced, pressed a few copper coins under him, and hurriedly explained: "This money is not mine! It belongs to the guest!

"I don't care who you are......"

Another helper was about to move Yang Er away, but was stopped by Bu An with a bamboo cane in front of his chest.

He had the heart to push the bamboo cane away, but found that no matter how hard he tried, the bamboo cane did not move at all, and his face suddenly turned red.

"Enough is enough, leave a way for everyone to live. Bu An smiled, but the words were addressed to the small-eyed soapman.

"This brother, we are acting in public service, and you have also listened to the county master's notice. The small-eyed soapman said with a straight face: "If the grain collection is delayed, it is not a trivial matter......

Bu An smiled and shook his head: "What is the poverty of this family, you don't see it, you have to be forgiving and forgiving, there is no need to take people's lives, there is a lot of trouble in vain." These words were calm, and the intention was to persuade himself, but unexpectedly, in the ears of the small-eyed soapman, it became a tone of showing weakness and begging for mercy.

This person originally saw that Bu'an looked quite magnanimous, and he couldn't figure out his details, so he didn't dare to mess around, but this time his courage became stronger, and he sneered: "Grain requisition is a major matter in Jiangning Mansion, and it will kill people, and the government will come forward to clean it up, so why bother?!"

As he spoke, he glanced at the helper who was carrying the rice bag. The gang didn't know what to think, so they didn't come to help move Yang Er away, but rushed towards Yang Er's woman with an arrow step, reaching out to grab the baby in her arms.

Yang Er pressed the copper coin, but looked up to see this scene, and shouted eagerly: "You dare to touch me!"

He was a fierce woman after all, and when she saw someone reaching out to snatch the child, she opened her mouth and bit it. Bang Xian grinned in pain, and slapped her firmly with a flick of his hand. The swarthy thatched hut suddenly became a crying ball.

With Bu'an's cultivation, even if he only recovered three or four percent, it was enough to kill him in the gap between those idle hands, but at this time, his attention was attracted by the woman standing at the door.

I saw that the woman's face was full of tears, her original heroic posture had lost a lot of weight, and she was trembling slightly at the moment, covering her mouth with one hand, as if she would immediately cry out as long as she took it away.

"Childe...... Is it really you?"

Bu An couldn't help but feel distressed when he saw her so haggard.

The small-eyed soap officer and the two gangsters in the house heard the sound and looked, only to see that in front of the low thatched house, there was a fairy-like woman in Confucian costume, dressed in a luxurious and graceful manner, which was unprecedented.

And this woman actually wept while calling the man in sackcloth "Gongzi", as if this person's status was still above her!

"Manqiu...... It's a long story, thanks to this Yang brother's righteous rescue. Bu An pointed to Yang Er, who was lying on the ground and sacrificed himself to protect a few copper coins, and sighed in a low voice.