At the end of the class, Hong Nanfeng left the class with the handouts. After taking a sip of water in the office, Hong Nanfeng asked, "Is there a telegram from Kaifeng?" ”

The secretary shook his head, and then said, "Shall we send another telegram?" ”

"Fat." Hong Nanfeng replied briskly. The people from the tax bureau were beaten, but someone interceded for Diao Min who did not pay taxes, and this situation made Hong Nanfeng decide to do this matter quickly. He was ready to interrogate those villagers to see what was so bad about them that they could actually move to the prefect of Luoyang.

After explaining his work, Hong Nanfeng changed his clothes and went straight to his son's school. He had to get to the school before the teachers left after the students were out.

If it was normal times, Hong Nanfeng could wear a uniform and ride a horse on the street. But he didn't have the guts to go to a place like school in such a flamboyant manner. Zhao Guanjia said in his own lecture that virtue is the ability that must be possessed in order to solve problems. If Hong Nanfeng dared to treat the teacher so arrogantly, the teacher would have all kinds of ways to deal with his son. More importantly, Hong Nanfeng believes that Zhao Guanjia is right, the value of a person lies in what he can do. Hong Nanfeng did this, what his son learned was not how to follow the rules, but only thought that after having power, he could naturally get a lot.

Born and died on the battlefield, the experience of killing several Mongolian thousands of households with his own hands made Hong Nanfeng understand that what can solve the problem is violence and strength. What bullshit identity is false. The reason why his son wants to go to school is to let his son go to school to learn knowledge and develop the habit of studying. Be a humble and prudent person, all this has nothing to do with power.

There were no students in the school, and it seemed very quiet. When the gatekeeper saw that it was Hong Nanfeng, he let him in. The main building of Luoyang No. 2 Middle School, where my son lives, is a three-story red brick building. Zhao Guanjia likes to use slogans and slogans, such as 'No matter how poor you are, you can't be poor in education, and no matter how hard you are, you can't be miserable for children'. Many people disagree with this, but Zhao Guanjia doesn't care, the hardware conditions of the school are compared with the official government of the Great Song Dynasty.

Walking to the door of the principal's office on the second floor, Hong Nanfeng habitually straightened out his outfit, habitually buttoned the discipline button, but unbuttoned it. The principal didn't seem to like soldiers, the first time he saw Hong Nanfeng, looking at his serious attire, he asked, "Hong Xuebing's father, are you from the army?" ”

Hong Nanfeng is very proud of his military career, so he is a little unhappy with this unfriendly attitude. The soldiers paid attention to intelligence, and after inquiring, they learned that this Principal Lu had killed eight family members in the past war, three of which died at the hands of the Mongols, and the other five were actually killed by the rout and robbery of the Lin'an court of the Great Song Dynasty. Principal Lu is very sensitive to the military.

Entering the principal's office in a relatively civilian state, Hong Nanfeng said to Principal Lu: "Principal Lu, I'm here to disturb." ”

Principal Lu wore a pair of glasses and watched Hong Nanfeng come in. The expression that originally looked quite elegant immediately became gloomy, but Principal Lu didn't say anything unpleasant, but said: "Hong Xuebing's father, we had a meeting to discuss it, and your son will be given a demerit." ”

"Principal Lu, if the children fight, it won't be like this." Hong Nanfeng sighed.

"Your son hit three others in one and scared the teachers in our school." Principal Lu said with a gloomy face.

Several emotions rose in Hong Nanfeng's heart at the same time. The son was beaten, and when he asked his son, as well as the information he learned from other angles, although the son had practiced martial arts, he beat three people. But it wasn't his son's fault that incident. This baby didn't understand that learning martial arts is used for self-defense, which is indeed a taboo in learning martial arts. Hong Nanfeng no longer allowed his son to practice martial arts, but to reflect on it. But you don't have to demerit to beat up a few gangsters who do evil at school.

But Hong Nanfeng also knew that he couldn't complain to the principal, so he begged: "Principal, I will take the children to the three families to apologize, what do you think?" ”

Principal Lu didn't speak, and he didn't look away from thinking about something. After a while, he said, "So be it." The first of the three was supposed to be expelled. If your son doesn't have a demerit, let that classmate stay on probation. Can you say yes? ”

Hong Nanfeng didn't care what would happen to the other kids, but since Principal Lu was willing to open the net, he hurriedly replied, "Okay, okay." It's all kids, I promise. ”

When he came out of the principal's office, Hong Nanfeng only felt that he had let go of the big stone in his heart. Walking on the road, it seems that the sky is blue. After the matter was resolved, Hong Nanfeng couldn't help but think about picking up his son again after he went back. I came to school to study, what kind of fight? This is not going to the battlefield, you have to fight to the death. It's not worth it to be demerit for some scum.

Thinking about his own son, Hong Nanfeng didn't notice that there was someone secretly watching him around a corner. When Hong Nanfeng walked away briskly, the man in civilian clothes went straight to the school. His destination was also the principal's office, and after entering, he asked, "Second uncle, how are things?" ”

Principal Lu gave his nephew Lu Wei a stern look, but this look seemed to be useless to his nephew who was a secretary. Principal Lu shook his head helplessly. Many people in his family died in the war, and although Principal Lu was rigorous in his studies, he really couldn't be hard-hearted towards his family. He sighed: "Alas......, you go back and tell Zhang Huchen's father that I told the other party that the fight was punished." But you have to make it clear that if you commit another offense, you can only be expelled, and you don't have to come to me. ”

Hearing the news, Principal Lu's nephew was overjoyed. He hurriedly asked, "Second uncle, can Zhang Huchen come to school tomorrow?" ”

A few minutes later, Lu Wei walked out of the principal's office quickly. Go straight to Zhang Huchen's house. Along the way, Lu Wei was in a happy mood, and his boss, Ma Qingchang, director of the Civil Affairs Bureau, hoped to try to find a way not to use the tax police force to go to the township to suppress him. However, when the time is not right, Ma Qingchang may be able to say that he will move the prefect of Luoyang, but he cannot stop the tax police of the quasi-military organization in the slightest. If you really dare to block the tax police force, the tax police force will probably dare to do it.

At such a time, Lu Yi remembered that a friend of his, Zhang Simao, was a small head in the telegraph office. He asked if he could ask this friend to help. Ma Qingchang was overjoyed, but he couldn't believe that he could really do it. Unexpectedly, Zhang Simao's son Zhang Huchen actually fought at school, and the style of the second middle school was rigorous, and he had to be expelled from the fight. Lu Wei's uncle happened to be the principal of the second middle school, which made Lu Wei overjoyed.

Director Ma Qingchang is a delicate guy, and when he heard the news, he made a promise. As long as it can be delayed for a few days, the matter of selling grain this year will be handed over to Lu Yi. Lu Wei was overjoyed, although the price of grain is stable now, how can Ma Qingchang determine the specific figure of grain. A little less food is reported, and money falls into pockets. This is the reward that Lu Wei deserves. As for this year's evaluation, it is needless to say.

With the expectation of a happy life, Lu Wei went to Zhang Simao's house. When old friends met, Zhang Simao directly let Lu Wei into the back room. After closing the door, Zhang Simao asked nervously in a low voice, "How is it?" ”

"Don't worry, how can I not do what I promised you!" Lu Wei said proudly: "I'll go back to class tomorrow." ”

"Hey! Thank God! Zhang Huchen's father, Zhang Simao, was relieved.

Without waiting for Zhang Simao to be happy, Lu Wei also lowered his voice and said, "How are things going on over there?" ”

"Brother Lu, I've said it before. I can only help you stop the telegram twice. Kaifeng has already called back once. I stopped it for you. ”

"Good, good!" Lu Wei praised: "But let's say okay, next time you can't let the telegram pass." ”

Zhang Simao didn't say anything, just nodded. He worked in the telegraph office, and this kind of balance could still be grasped. It is easy for the telegram to go wrong during transmission, and if the message is missing after two transmissions, this is still within the acceptable range. But if it's three times in a row, it really can't be justified. With some errors in the current telegram, it is not uncommon to make three or four mistakes in a year. However, two times in a row in a short period of time can be suspicious. But for the sake of his unfortunate son, Zhang Simao could only grit his teeth and admit it.

The matter was confirmed, and Lu Fei walked out quickly and rushed to Sima Qingchang's house when it was dark. There was no light in Ma Qingchang's house, so the two talked about it. Hearing the news that the first dispatch telegram had been stopped, Ma Qingchang nodded slightly in the dark.

Lu Yi, who left, was full of expectations for the future, and Ma Qingchang's heart was full of despair. He knew that the tax bureau was afraid that it would not give up, but he did not expect that the tax police dispatched by the tax bureau would be so decisive. The next one was only a day or two, and he didn't make any progress in those days or two.

The next round of telegrams will be stopped again, and it will drag on for another day or two at most. The tax bureau will definitely be very concerned after that, and it will definitely not be able to do it if you want to drag it out. In the past two days, when he was free, Ma Qingchang pondered and meditated, and found that the only feasible solution was to go back to the village in person and hand over the beaters. When he asked the prefect of Luoyang to mediate, the prefect Wang Quanle made such a request. Wang Quanle thinks that losing money or something is useless to the tax bureau, which is supposed to collect taxes. It is natural for the village to pay the money.

What the tax bureau cares about is the tax environment, and if you are afraid to collect taxes, who would dare to go out on duty. If there is no one to go out on the field, how can the IRD do its job?

Now that is the only way to go. Even if the people in the village are unwilling, Ma Qingchang has to force them to hand over the people. Time was pressing, and Ma Qingchang immediately took action. He lit the lamp and packed his luggage. The next day, Ma Qingchang found an excuse to go out to inspect early in the morning, left Luoyang City, and went straight to the countryside.

I haven't left the city for a long time and the road outside is manicured and very flat. Walk along the official road to the afternoon, eat some dry food, walk a little further, and turn into the path. The situation was immediately different. The official road is very crowded with people, but there are no people on the road. It's autumn, the crops are finished, and the fields are empty. At the edge of Han Chinese villages, farmers are already preparing to sow crops for the winter. Continuing to move forward, there are fewer and fewer people in the fields, and even people are barely visible. Until a stockade appeared on the horizon.

In the Great Song Dynasty, this thing is called Wubao, also known as Wubi, is a kind of civil defensive building, about the formation of Wang Mang Tianfeng period, when the north was hungry and the society was in turmoil. In order to protect themselves, the families of the rich built the walls of the dock forts.

After the establishment of the Eastern Han Dynasty, Emperor Guangwu of the Han Dynasty had ordered the destruction of the dock fort, but the ban could not be stopped, because the people in the northwest often suffered from the Qiang troubles, and the people automatically organized self-defense forces. After the Yellow Turban Rebellion, Wubao was stationed with a large number of troops and family soldiers, and became a haven for old officials and guests. The historian Chen Yinke believes in the article "Circumstantial Evidence of the Peach Blossom Spring": "In the last years of the Western Jin Dynasty, the Rongdi thieves rose together, and the people who took refuge in the Central Plains at that time were ...... Those who could not move far away from their homeland to other places probably entangled with the clan and township party, gathered forts, and defended themselves according to the danger to avoid the difficulties of Rong Di Kou thieves. ”

After the chaos of the Western Jin Dynasty for hundreds of years, in the Tang Dynasty, the dock fort was hit again. However, only a few decades later, after the Anshi Rebellion of the Tang Dynasty, Wubao and other folk self-preservation things rose again in large numbers. Later, with the rise of the festival envoys, there was no way to govern. After the fall of the Tang Dynasty, the Five Dynasties and Ten Kingdoms were in turmoil for more than 100 years. It was only a hundred years since the Great Song Dynasty really stabilized, and then the land of Henan was constantly in war, and thieves were rampant.

The last time to sweep the fort was Zhao Jiaren's Zhao Guan's house, and everywhere the Song army went, the corpses were like mountains of blood, and all the fortresses that were once able to resist the siege of the army became a joke in front of the muskets and artillery. Thinking of the corpse mountain and sea of blood he saw at that time, Ma Qingchang decisively went to the Great Song Dynasty. also cooperated with the official army to demolish the dock fort in his own village. Seeing the reappearance of the dock fort, Ma Qingchang suddenly felt that this era was about to change. The Great Song army flaunted its might for only ten years, and the dock fort was rebuilt by the people who had demolished them.

But before he had time to think about it, Ma Qingchang arrived at the gate of Wubao. I saw that the Dock Fort was heavily guarded, and his clothes looked like he was facing a great enemy. Seeing that these people really wanted to resist the official army, Ma Qingchang completely lost his nostalgic mood, he stopped his horses outside the door and shouted at the gatehouse: "Open the door!" ”

Seeing Daddy Ma coming, the doorkeeper immediately obediently opened the door and let people in. Someone had already rushed in to report the news, and the village elders soon came to greet them. Ma Qingchang was very dissatisfied with these guys in his heart, but it was inconvenient for him to have a seizure. He was not yet forty years old, which was young compared to the elders who were also reciters.

When everyone arrived at the temple of worship of the True God Sect, Ma Qingchang said straight to the point: "The official army is coming. ”

When the elders heard this, they were not particularly shaken. Bai Yingquan, who ran back before, had already said this. Ma Qingchang continued: "We have to hand over the beaters and let the officers and soldiers withdraw their troops. ”