In this way, Yinggao's reputation in Fanyang County is completely stinky. Not only the surrounding people, but even the people in the nearby villages cursed at home to win Gao, and everything they said was that once this son Gao inherited the mantle of Daqin, it was the troubles of the people of Daqin, compared to his brother Fusu, it was not a little worse.

This kind of situation has long been expected by Ying Gao, but for the truth of this meteorite inscription, Ying Gao can only sacrifice his temporary reputation, what he can guarantee is that when the truth of this matter is revealed to the world, at least the people around here will understand his good intentions.

Since winning the battle and moving to the side of the meteorite, Dong Xi also stopped all his activities, and that night, the prison Peng secretly went to Dong Xi's mansion, and asked with a worried look on his face: "Once the people in the vicinity say anything......

"You are relieved, this son is not only a great achievement, but also brutal, just a little clever, if it is replaced by the Fusu that everyone respects, there is still a certain possibility that you said, but this son is high, you can relax! Besides, wasn't it raining heavily that night, how could I see you with just those few leaders? ”

Prison Peng wanted to say something more, but opened his mouth, but in the end he didn't say it.

Indeed, it is no wonder that Dong Xi said this, it has only been half a day's work, and the name of the brutality of winning high has already spread among the people of Fanyang County, and of course, there are also promoters.

A day passed, and none of the nearby people went to the big tent on the side of the meteorite to provide information, and it was obvious that the situation was developing according to the situation that Dong Xi and the others were expecting.

"Uncle, tonight is the time for you to show your skills, whether your name as the imperial historian Feng Zheng can be recognized by the people in my Great Qin's Langyang territory, but tonight!"

In Ying Gao's big tent, there was no sense of frustration, and at this time, Ying Gao was looking at Feng Zheng who was meticulously wearing his official uniform in front of him, and said with some humor.

"Thousands of Qianshou, I have always only recognized the land in front of my own door, how can I recognize me as a mere imperial historian, but my power is more than enough to overwhelm those who intimidate them."

Obviously, in Yinggao's plan, such a situation is inevitable, so he sent his own killer weapon: Feng Zheng.

In Daqin's law, household registration is ironclad, and if you want to immigrate, then I'm sorry, you need layers of approval, and most of them will end up failing.

So Yinggao knows that the bystanders of this matter must still live in their own villages, their own houses, before Yinggao had secretly ordered Xu Gong to investigate the people of this village, and there has been no sudden death in the near future, so that Yinggao has to do only one thing, that is, to smash the things that these insiders are afraid of, on the one hand, to intimidate them with death, and then to give them hope, so that people's psychology will definitely undergo some extremely subtle changes.

And to give them hope, it is obvious that the infamous self is beyond his strength, so of course, this glorious task will fall on his own father-in-law. Yinggao believes that it is impossible for the lettering to be without a single witness.

"Uncle must keep in mind, don't directly ask them about the meteorite inscription, just let them know what the outcome will be if they tell us, and what the outcome will be if they don't tell us, otherwise this matter will be too much."

"Heh, just wait in this big tent, I, Feng Zheng, am not originally a nobleman of the Six Kingdoms, and there is no one who knows more about the thoughts of the head of the world than me."

After dragging out such a sentence, Feng Zai walked out of the big tent in official uniforms under the escort of several doormen, and watched Yinggao have a strategy on the left and a strategy on the right in the past few days, but Feng Zai was in a hurry, although this time he came to cooperate with Yinggao, but let his son-in-law who was twenty years old firmly suppress the limelight, of course he was not angry in his heart, and now this opportunity to sing a red face made Feng Zao determined to show his skills once.

Looking at Feng Zheng's distant back, Ying Gao, who was standing alone outside the account, sighed deeply, when he came to Daqin, he had already been running for a year, and the life of the first emperor was afraid that there was only more than a year left, but Ying Gao was still in the initial stage of saving Daqin, and even the internal contradictions had not been eliminated, and he had not even gained the upper hand in the struggle with the supervillain Zhao Gao, such an achievement made Ying Gao's heart frustrated still very deep.

So this trip to Dongjun is a time when Yinggao's determination begins to gain the upper hand, his moves and styles seem ridiculous, but in fact, he is waiting to dig out the real mastermind of this incident, otherwise, he would have caught Dong Xi back a long time ago, but now, he needs more than the executor of this matter......

In addition, Ying Gao is still thinking about one thing every day, that is, what he sent Xu Gong to do, in his opinion, if this thing is done, it will be even if it cuts off many sources of another threat to Great Qin, and if he can't destroy Zhao Gao in a short time, it can be regarded as laying the foundation for the future.

That man, will he come......

With such a question, Ying Gao returned to the big tent and lay on the couch, not knowing what to think in his head, waiting for Feng Zheng.

By the time Feng Zheng came back, it was already almost dawn, and the old man was already tired and panting, but the painting style in Yinggao's big tent made him angry, and he saw Yinggao lying on his couch, and he had already gone to play chess with Zhou Gong.

"Alas, Childe sacrificed a lot for the sake of Daqin, and for Childe, it seems that he has to fight this old bone......"

Feng Zai thought in his heart about the expressions on his faces when he mentioned Gongzi Gao when he went to the homes of the people in this village, and thought of the ultimate goal of Ying Gao's doing, a helpless smile appeared on his face, and he slowly walked out of Ying Gao's big tent while whispering to himself.

The next day, when Ying Gao got up from the couch and went to Feng Zao to inquire about the situation, Feng Zao only said: "Childe just wait and see." ”

Ying Gao looked at Feng Zheng's expression, and immediately replied: "Okay! Then he went back to his big tent, which made Feng Zheng a little stunned for a while, and said in his heart, why didn't I hear what he said too clearly?

In this way, more than half a day passed, and the second day was about to enter the night, and just when Yinggao was waiting a little anxiously, the Zhu family happily rushed into Yinggao's big tent, and said without even breathing: "Childe, there is an old man with a Qianshou here, which seems to be related to the meteorite." ”

"Come here!" As soon as Yinggao heard this, he knew that most of the business was coming!