CHAPTER XX

The idlers around looked at the two of them with some surprise, and there was curiosity in their eyes that could not be concealed. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

In their eyes, Situ is a noble man with a meritorious reputation, and he is serious and is the head catcher in Zhibei County, although he is not high, but his rights are very heavy.

It is very rare for such two people to tear their faces in public.

Although they didn't dare to come forward to watch, the afterglow of their eyes never left the bodies of the two, and their ears were even more supportive, wanting to hear half a word, as a talking point for small talk in the future.

"Situ Xing, although the great cadres govern the country with benevolence and filial piety and respect Confucianism, there are regulations that only those who have made meritorious contributions can be exempted from military service. I know that you are proficient in the Great Cadre Law, but you can tell me what is the rule of the Great Cadre Law that allows Xiucai not to perform hard labor and military service? Hmph! The secret realm of Montenegro is open, and your name is on the list, this is the decision of the county honor, and it is also a good treatment for you. If it is not outdated, it will be punished as defection. ”

Zhibei Catcher was serious and did not fight in words, but threw a bronze medal to Situ Xing, and said with a cold face.

"If you dare to run away, the human head hanging from the wall is your example. ”

Situ Xing's face was a little ugly, and those who had meritorious service did not need to participate in labor service and military service, this was just a tacit understanding between local officials and Confucianism, and it was an unspoken rule, and there was no way to put it on the table.

Situ Xing looked at the white official document, and the red official seal was particularly dazzling.

A trace of dragon qi representing the majesty of the government rose and turned into an invisible net.

This official document represents the majesty of the imperial court, and there is a dignified tendency.

Whether it is Situ or other young people, they are all fish in this net.

struggled hard, only to be wrapped tighter by the net, and finally was jealous of the dragon qi of the government.

It is precisely because of this that Zhibei is serious that he dares to be so arrogant.

This is an upright conspiracy.

No matter how clever the sentence is, there is no way to avoid it.

Now don't talk about escaping, even if it is outdated, it will be dealt with by military law, and in order to prevent the young and strong from escaping, the county government must have already arranged it at the four city gates.

Up to now, if Situ still doesn't understand that he has been calculated, then he is too stupid.

Seriousness is just a pawn, little minion, who is it that calculates himself so in vain?

Seeing that his name was altered, as well as the serious and abnormal attitude of the head catcher in Zhibei County, Si Tuxing's eyes shrank suddenly.

Originally, there was no name of his own on the list, and it was forcibly added.

Participate in the trial, you don't necessarily die, but run away, let alone get caught and killed. Even if he succeeds by luck, he will be wanted by the government, and he will be jealous of his dragon spirit, and he will lose his career.

Such a consequence is something that Si Tu does not want to see, and he cannot bear it.

Fortunately, he has the courage to write, and he has a world cultural heritage.

Break through the legalist and exercise the immortal flying knife, killing people invisibly.

As long as it is properly arranged, perhaps this trial will be a rare creation.

"But a lackey. ”

Situ Xing looked at the seriousness that turned to leave, and snorted coldly with disdain.

"Beware of the day when the rabbit dies and the dog cooks. ”

Zhibei County's serious body couldn't help but stagnate, his face changed a few times, and he walked towards the county government as if he had fled.

Situ Xing looked at the serious back of the head catcher, and his eyes couldn't help flashing a few glimmers of ghostly light.

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Three days passed in a flash, and Situ was alone, and there was nothing to prepare. Entrust the affairs of the house to the neighbors.

Because of the abundance of silver, in the face of the silver bullet offensive, Situ Xing easily prepared the necessary things such as blades, soft armor, pills, and rations, and when he saw that the time was about the same, he followed the large army to the valley of the trial to gather.

In the valley not far from the county seat of Zhibei, many trialists wearing armor and holding blades stood in a phalanx under the leadership of the officials and the catchers, and the black pressure was overwhelming.

But if you look closely, you will find that so many people are actually hierarchical.

Many sergeants in leather armor were holding the stars to protect more than a dozen Confucian disciples with arrogant faces and commanding spirits.

A soldier in the general's bright silver armor, riding a tall horse and holding a spear.

Wearing cloth clothes, wearing hats, riding wooden horses, wooden oxen, wooden wolves and other beasts of the Mo family.

In the valley, I don't know when a high platform was built with loess, and a reed shed was built on top of the high platform.

Inside there are tables, chairs, benches, porcelain teapots.

The Hanlin led by Confucianism, the innate master of the soldiers, the organ master of the Mo family, and the county Zun Hu Buwei, who was wearing an official uniform as a landlord, rested here.

"Several, Zhibei is located in the border, the climate is harsh, and because of this, although the tea in Zhibei County is not a famous product, but the leaves are thick, the tea soup is clear, the mouth is sweet, and it is the most resistant to bubbles. ”

County Zun Hu Buwei looked at the Confucian Hanlin Yang Fengyi, and said with some flattery.

"Good tea needs to be matched with good water, according to the "Book of Tea", dew is the most, followed by spring water, then snow water, and finally rain, river water, and well water are the worst. The water we use to make tea now is the dew collected by the twenty-eight girl, who hangs the leaves with her lips, is the rarest. ”

"You sour Confucians, even if you drink tea, it's so unpleasant. ”

Chen Jiugong, who was wearing a military uniform, glanced at Yang Fengyi, who was holding a teacup and sniffing lightly, with an intoxicated look on her face, picked up the teacup and drank it all, and said a little rudely.

"Cow chewing peony, it's really cow chewing peony, it's a big scenery. ”

Yang Fengyi's tea tasting was interrupted by Chen Jiugong, and said with a headache.

"This tea can only taste when it is tasted finely. ”

Mo Zi, who was wearing a robe and a hat, looked at the two of them with some amusement, his hand did not pick up the teacup, but picked up the wine gourd he carried with him, took a sip, and said with some hey.

"Lao Mo is not good at tea, and he doesn't know the quality of tea, so he has to put it in this cup. ”

"Old Mo, this is the same for the two of us. ”

Looking at the wine gourd that Mo bought in his hand and smelling the faint aroma of wine, Chen Jiugong's throat couldn't help but move a few times, and said with some covetousness.

"Old Mo, how about sharing it with me? The wine worms in my stomach have been hooked out by you. ”

"Lao Chen, the quality of the disciples this time is good, there are even a few of them who have entered the body, and they have even communicated the Seven Killing Star Powers. ”

Yang Fengyi, who was dressed in Confucian clothes and holding a folding fan, really couldn't get used to Chen Jiugong's vulgarity, and interrupted with a smile.

"Your disciple is not bad, he has cultivated literary courage, and he has mastered the sword. ”

Chen Jiugong's eyes were fixed on the wine gourd in Mo Zi's hand, and he didn't look at Yang Fengyi, and said with a smile.

"You two old guys, just flatter each other. ”

Dressed in a robe and wearing a straw hat, Mo Zi, a descendant of the Mo family who seemed to be an old farmer next door, scolded with a smile.

Confucianism and military families are one scholar and one martial artist, and they are deeply trusted by the imperial court, and they are in the key departments of the imperial court, with high and powerful positions, and the two families have the most disciples.

The Mohists advocate "both love and non-attack", which has always been disliked by the imperial court, and most of the disciples are craftsmen, the number is scarce, and the influence is much worse than that of the two families.

If it weren't for the Mo family's puppet technique, I am afraid it would have been forgotten by the world long ago.