In a very short period of time, Qin Shu brought this robber village under his control.

The people who were trapped in locks were rescued, each of them was draped in thick cotton clothes and quilts, the sun had risen, but a blazing bonfire was lit to keep them warm, and all the meat prepared by the robbers was chopped and thrown into the pot, and the fire was boiled, and a handful of salt was sprinkled to warm the body.

If you don't make up for it, even if these people are rescued, I'm afraid that only seventy percent of them are still alive when they go down the mountain.

The old man who almost chopped the bandit leader into mud sat on the bed, and the scar on his thigh casually took a rag and wrapped it twice, as if it had been dealt with, and there was a pile of account books found by Qin pawns on the table next to him, and the red candle was still shining, and the old man looked at the lamp, and the flames seemed to follow the words, burning in the old man's eyes, and he gritted his teeth with hatred.

"No wonder it's so hard to catch...... No wonder, no wonder! ”

In the ledger, in addition to recording the month and day, who robbed, and how much money was obtained, there are also the entire county town, on the continuous mountains, 18 consecutive villages are interconnected, and on the last page, I also saw some familiar names.

Especially these familiar names made the old man's eyes reddened slightly.

"Eating dog stuff inside and out......"

A rough man walked in outside the door, hugged his fists and said:

"Boss, the brothers have found the boy you said."

The old man's eyes lit up slightly, and he saw that a fourteen or fifteen-year-old boy walked in behind him, it was the child who had been taken away before, he breathed a sigh of relief, put down the account book, patted the bed next to him, slowed down his voice, and said with a smile:

"Little one, come and sit."

Wang Anfeng nodded and sat next to the old man, his eyebrows lowered.

The old man asked him slowly if he was injured, and his words were sincere, and when he confirmed that the young man was not injured, he breathed a sigh of relief, waved his hand and asked the Qin pawn to take a bowl of meat porridge, handed it to Wang Anfeng in person, and said:

"Let's have some porridge...... Warm up. ”

"It's the old Qin family who can't stand you, it's too late...... If it were a day in the morning, I would have been able to save another child......"

The old man's voice was low, and it was reduced to a sigh, Wang Anfeng's expression also became dull, he took the meat porridge, and ate it silently, as rough as the army of the old Qin family, the old man looked at the scroll, and occasionally asked Wang Anfeng who saved him.

The boy replied as he had intended.

It is only said that it is a person wearing an ink-colored shirt, holding green bamboo, and covered with iron.

This is the same as what the beautiful woman said in the bandit leader's room, and the old man did not suspect it.

Fu looked at the name recorded in the ledger, and his eyes seemed to be burning.

After eating meat porridge and wearing thick quilts, they were escorted down the mountain when the sun was warmest at noon.

This wave of evil bandits who had been evil for several years were all killed, and the results of the battle shook far and near, and the people rushed to tell each other.

On the second day, Sun Xingwei, who had already retired from military service, dragged one right leg, walked through the lively long street, walked through the flower building with light singing and dancing, stopped in front of the yamen, straightened his clothes, raised his hand and held it on the drumstick wrapped in bright red silk cloth, and used his greatest strength to smash it on the drum of injustice.

Airplanes!

The drum of grievances sounded twelve times in a row, dull and vast, resounding through half of the county.

That day, the gray-haired old man stood under the county hall, and his voice was violent.

"This official participates in the deputy county of the city, and there are seven officials."

"Collusion with bandits, the evidence is conclusive, and you should be beheaded according to the law!"

Everyone was in an uproar, but because of the importance of the matter, the number of people involved was too large, only the detention awaiting trial, the rest of the people pleaded guilty, and the deputy county Cheng had many doubts, and then according to the laws of Daqin, 'the suspicion of the five punishments is pardoned', with 30 pieces of armor and 1,000 taels of silver as military expenses, and the sentence was redeemed from prison.

When he was released from prison, the white-haired old man stopped in front of the county government and hissed angrily:

"Military spending, military spending!! Statutes, statutes! ”

"The point is how many innocent people died in vain, and how many civilian families died!"

"The forgiveness of the five punishments is a law for those who still have a way back, not for these vicious goods to leak!"

Angry shouted until his voice was hoarse, his hair was scattered, but he was erected by two officials, and on the long street, the old man's white hair was scattered and embarrassed, dragging his broken legs, shouting and scolding angrily, and his voice was like crying blood.

In the afternoon of the same day, the city guard ordered the whole camp to take a three-day vacation.

Hundreds of Qin iron guards took off their armor and only sat in front of the yamen in cloth clothes, looking at the county government coldly, without saying a word, but the intention of killing became stronger.

The atmosphere in the entire county has become depressing, and even ordinary people who speak on weekdays have subconsciously lowered their voices, and the vendor who buys oil fruits looked at the iron pawn who had been sitting without eating or drinking for more than a day, and the stubborn old man at the front of the iron pawn, and sighed helplessly.

handed the breakfast in his hand to the young man in front of him, but he still had a smile on his face, and said:

"Little brother, your morning."

The young man in front handed over a few Datong treasures, took the avocados, took a bite of them and was soft and crispy, and seemed to ask unintentionally:

"These iron pawns ...... Are you okay? ”

The peddler didn't want to say more, but he was really angry in his heart, looked left and right, and sighed in a low voice: "What can happen?!" ”

"They're now off their armor and on vacation."

"At this time, it is the ordinary people of Great Qin, who cares if they are willing to sit on the street without violating the laws of Great Qin? Who cares? ”

As soon as he opened his mouth, it was as if he had opened the conversation, and he couldn't help complaining:

"According to me, those bastards raised by bitches should be beheaded."

"But our Great Qin Legalist executes the case, and we have to look at the evidence...... Without conclusive evidence, the sentence cannot be imposed. ”

"Now that six people have been put to death, and even those family members have received compensation, they are gritting their teeth and waiting to see the day of the execution...... It's not that his family is dead, ahhhhh......h

The voice was slightly low, looking left and right, and said mysteriously in Wang Anfeng's ears:

"It's not good, it's because I plan to take the opportunity to bring down the deputy county Cheng and take the position myself......"

The vendor chattered a lot, Wang Anfeng didn't listen much, and when he returned to the inn, he only felt depressed in his heart.

He also looked through those ledgers.

Conclusive.

After another two days, the iron pawn really had no choice but to leave, except for several people in the county, all went to prison, Sun Xingwei was injured again because of old age and frailty, and he was sick at home, and no one went to visit, which was diametrically opposed to the excitement when he just returned.

Only the deputy county man went to visit in person, but was angrily scolded by the old man.

Wang Anfeng carried a piece of pork belly, looked at the wooden door in front of him with some paint and exhaled, knocked on the door gently, the door was opened by an old woman with kind eyes, her eyes were slightly red, it seemed that she had just cried, after the young man explained his intention, he welcomed him in, and turned into the inner room, the white-haired old man was wearing clothes, and was writing on the desk, and stopped from time to time to cough violently.

Seeing Wang Anfeng coming, he was a little stunned, and then he smiled and welcomed the young man in, his body was weak, but he forced himself to make tea for the young man, covered what he was writing, and only talked and laughed with Wang Anfeng about other things, but the young man's pupils grew stronger and he had already seen it clearly.

The old man did not give up, although anyone thought that things had no turning point.

Although the people thought that the remaining six were enough.

Even the victims have been silenced.

But there is also a gray-haired old man who feels that it is not enough, and feels that he wants to seek justice for those who died in vain, so he is in this room, even if everyone betrays his relatives and leaves, even if others complain, he still stalks his neck, stubbornly holds his head high, his white hair is messy, and he stares at those high bedbugs, and lets out his own roar.

The boy's eyebrows were lowered.

So Da Qin is still Da Qin.

The vast Qin.

The two talked for a while, the sun was past noon, the old man left Wang Anfeng to eat, the young man nodded, volunteered to cook, cut the pork belly into pieces and washed it, but found that the ginger was missing, so he smiled and said that he wanted to go out to buy it.

I went all the way to the vegetable market and bought a lot of ginger, just passing by the mansion of the deputy county man, and turning a corner where no one was around, Wang Anfeng said softly:

"Go back to Shaolin."

The streamer flickered, but in a short time, a young man in black stepped out, covered with iron face, and turned into the mansion.

This house is not small, but it does not hire many servants, Wang Anfeng touched the main house, and the elegant deputy county Cheng was drinking by himself, his face was full of red light, and he was chic and comfortable.

It seemed to him that no one could assassinate him in the city, and no one would dare to kill him in the city.

At this moment, the wooden door was slammed open, and a black suit burst into like lightning, the elegant man looked slightly stunned, and a purple lightning flashed in his wide eyes, and in a blink of an eye, it pierced his throat, and he still couldn't believe it in his mind.

How dare he...... Aren't you afraid of death......

Wang Anfeng exhaled, took a step back, and glanced at the four characters of Haoran righteousness hanging in the hall, the green bamboo in his palm was swayed, dipped in blood for ink, and a line of new words was covered on the word poster, the brushstrokes were sharp, and there was only the meaning of killing between the words.

The laws of Daqin, those who collude with thieves and robbers, flow 3,000 miles, the body of an official, the crime is increased by one degree, and killed.

Turning around, Fu remembered the old man and the hot-blooded Great Qin Tie pawn in his chest, his footsteps paused slightly, Fu picked up a touch of blood again, and wrote:

The murderer forgets the immortal.

Turned around and strode out, not fleeing, but rushed out with a green bamboo cane, beating the Fuzhong miscellaneous guards to a blue nose and swollen face, and went away, several guards with a little kung fu chased out with swords, but lost the trace of the teenager in a corner, the maid rushed into the main room, and was faced with the deputy county Cheng who was not blind, and a line of blood covering Haoran's righteousness, the killing word occupied half of it, sharp and sharp, and couldn't help but fall to the ground softly, screaming.

"Murder !!"

The county town became extremely chaotic in a blink of an eye, but in some remote places, there was a warm and peaceful sunshine, and a rather tempting smoke sounded, and the somewhat painted wooden door was gently knocked.

The old woman opened the door and saw the young man's clean smile and the ginger in his hand, and a kind smile appeared on her face.

"I bought it back, it's so fast."

"yes......"

The wooden door closes to isolate the inside and outside......

There are teenagers, there are old people.

There are literati with stalks around their necks, and there are chivalrous warriors who violate the ban with martial arts.

So Da Qin is still Da Qin.

The vast Qin.

PS: Long chapter, oh, ask for support......