There were many fewer unrelated people on the ladder, and Wu Xing's return journey seemed to have become a little faster.

When he descended from the platform of Horsebit Mountain to the post station at the foot of the mountain, he still encountered a little trouble.

"Stealing military horses will sentence you to at least half a year's imprisonment, and what about your trial clothes? Speaking in a male duck voice was the clerk who almost refused to register for Wu Xing at that time, and there were several officials standing behind him, who seemed to have come here to wait for the rabbit.

Because he "missed" the realm of Penglai, Wu Xing didn't want to wear that set of trial clothes to swagger through the market, so as not to be misunderstood as returning to his hometown and not being able to explain it clearly. So he changed into his clothes while picking up his baggage in the gray-tiled and white-walled house on the mountainside.

"Have you gone to the West Wind Star Temple to check the list of students in the outer house? The Star God Temple's intelligence system is really very powerful, and you will know before I land. Wu Xing took off his burden and put it aside, and while moving his hands and feet, he said casually: "Is it because I'm not on the list, don't you take me seriously?"

"Eh, you little Diaomin, do you still dare to do it?" The clerk suddenly became enthusiastic, brought his orange peel face over, patted it demonstratively, and said with a smile: "You should try to beat it up! Beating the officials for no reason can also punish you! Punish several crimes together, you kid will have to peel off your skin if you don't die in prison!"

Wu Xing suddenly remembered something, reached out and touched the animal skin money bag on his waist, and then looked at the clerk in front of him with a smile, and said, "It seems that you think you will eat me this time?" Xingshi, you didn't dare to move, but you were greedy for my few taels of silver. You're so daring!"

Bang Bang Bang!

The sound was crisp, but it wasn't applause.

Wu Xing started as he spoke, and directly took his left hand and patted it repeatedly on the orange peel face of the clerk: "You asked me to hit just now! It's the first time I've heard someone make such a strange request." I'm helpful!"

The clerk stared at the boss with a pair of triangular eyes, trembling in eight figures, and I don't know if it was because he was excited or simply frightened because he was finally beaten. The officials next to him didn't say hello, rolled up their sleeves and surrounded them directly, looking like they were about to do it.

Wu Xing took out a delicately crafted tiger head bronze medal from his arms with his right hand and shook it in front of the officials, who remained motionless as if he had been immobilized. The bronze medal facing the servant has the words "West Wind Star Palace", and the palm of the bronze medal is lit up with four stars, but it is still bright and dazzling in the daytime!

Wu Xing looked at the document with a playful face, and his mouth was unforgiving, and said: "Eh! Isn't it strange that you say it's strange? Why did he use his face to hit my hand? You say, what kind of crime is it to beat Jiupin Xingjun? I guess you have to peel off your skin if you don't die, right?"

This is called the immediate report, and it is returned quickly! Before he looked like a villain, now he was all returned by Wu Xing. As for how a powerless clerk can beat a star monarch?

"You obviously know that I have star stones, and you dare to frame me, it seems that the master behind you is at least higher than the official position of the guerrilla general!" Wu Xing teased the paperwork a little, then took back the bronze medal, removed the stars on his forehead and palm, picked up his burden and prepared to go to the stable to lead the horse.

"Lord Xingjun, please stay! The villain is blinded by lard, and his head is thickened. Because I owe these people a gambling debt, I was forced to have such a dirty idea, mainly because I wanted to blackmail your money. Please raise your noble hand and let the villain go!" The clerk howled a few times, and saw that the officials looked at each other head-on, and were not "moved" at all, so he was anxious, squeezed his eyes at them, Nunu mouthed, and said straight to the point: "Why don't you hurry up and take out all the money I just gave you and 'return' it to Lord Xingjun?!"

At this time, the officials finally understood. However, they still had a little bit of an eye, and while respectfully taking out the broken silver in their money bag and offering it with both hands, they also sang by the way: "The little 'return' to Lord Xingjun is two taels of silver, please accept it." After having the model, the next few officials also sang the number.

In the end, with the broken silver collected by several officials and the silver ingots worth ten taels held by the trembling hands of the clerk, Wu Xing suddenly found that he had inadvertently made a small fortune, earning nearly thirty taels of silver. Among them, there are two people who are trying to fish in troubled waters and sing about the amount of silver, and Wu Xing is in a good mood and doesn't bother to worry about others.

These documents and officials are all people in the market, advancing with the wind, retreating from the wind, bending and stretching, all of which are hob meat-like existences. Today, I took advantage of this "misunderstanding" to take everything down, recognized my grandson, and lost the silver, so I regarded it as two clears. Anyway, don't try to trace the person behind them from them, you don't know if you ask.

Once a person becomes a star monarch, he has naturally become a member of the privileged class, and if he really wants to attack these little people like ants, he will really lose his identity!

Wu Xing pointed to the money bag on the clerk's waist and motioned for the latter to hurry up.

"My lord, I only have a few pieces of silver left here, and we haven't paid for the lunch at the post station yet!"

"Long-winded!" Wu Xing directly snatched the money bag, poured out the broken silver inside and left it in place, and then put the nearly thirty taels of silver that were "lost and recovered" into the two money bags, and muttered: "Pig head! Can't you see that I can't hold this silver in one money bag?"

"I took the money. Since it was a misunderstanding, this matter was revealed. Wu Xing took the silver, and he still had to give an explanation, so he took out a few taels of silver from one of the money bags and threw them to the clerk, saying: "This is the carriage and horse fee for several people, and it is hard to run back and forth for dozens of miles." ”

After taking care of this sudden mess, Wu Xing turned around and went into the stable to find his pack horse.

"When I was leaving, I specially told me that I would have to feed in the second half of the night, and you don't have soybean cake or sorghum, and you don't have any forage?" Wu Xing looked at the pack horse that had lost his fat, and of course he didn't have a good face for the Yicheng who came in.

The post is just a small official in charge of the carriage and horses, greeting and sending off, and he is also not in the stream, and it is estimated that he has witnessed the tragic situation of the clerks and officials collectively begging for mercy, so he directly said frankly: "Of course, there is no shortage of forage in the post station, in fact, the villain is also forced." It's just that there are old and young people in the family, and I hope that Lord Xingjun will raise his noble hand!"

Wu Xing had already rectified the clerical and government officials just now, and now he was not interested in any more prestige, so he asked for some more bean cakes and sorghum, and rode back on his horse.

"The horse lost weight like this, Xiao Nian probably won't be able to catch up. Alas, let it be. Wu Xing obviously didn't take what was happening too seriously, and there was no way to do it.

.......

Due to the loss of fat on the pack horse, Wu Xing cherished the horsepower even more, and as a result, he was already twenty-eight years old when he passed through the stele forest, and it took nearly two days longer than the normal itinerary to come out.

The snow has been blowing in the sky, and there are almost no other passengers on the way back, occasionally meeting one or two, all of whom exchange two words of joy, and continue to hurry, hoping to rush back in time to eat a hot Chinese New Year's Eve meal.

There is a pavilion in ten miles on the post road, and a post in thirty miles. In the new policy of the new monarch of the West Wind Kingdom, the pavilion chief and the post man were responsible for arranging miscellaneous servants to set up cards on the post road, and if they were not for government affairs or military affairs, travelers needed to pay a certain amount of money as a road maintenance fee; the charging standards for pedestrians and caravans were different, and the distance was different, so there was naturally a set of detailed collection standards. In addition to the daily repair of post roads, in addition to the daily repair of post roads, in addition to Ba County, Shu County opened several new water post waterways, greatly strengthened the traffic links between the counties in the West Wind country.

Therefore, when Wu Xing saw that there were still handymen setting up cards on the post road today, he was naturally very surprised.

"In the past two days, the wind and snow have been heavy, so I was lazy and set the checkpoint directly outside the pavilion. The handyman invited Wu Xing into the pavilion to bake the fire and rest, and began to melt snow and boil water.

The pavilion on the post road is not a pavilion that slips through the net, but a room that is slightly more spacious than an ordinary house, and the duties of the pavilion chief are mainly to receive officials, arrest thieves, deal with civil disputes and other grassroots work. Obviously, the pavilion chief should have gone home for Chinese New Year's Eve dinner by now, and there were only two people in the pavilion, the miscellaneous servant and Wu Xing.

The handyman has a stout body, his temples are a little gray, and he seems to be not young, especially the wolf head tattoo on one side of his neck, which is very eye-catching.

"This eldest brother, was a slave soldier before the disarming?" Wu Xing held the bowl, sipped hot water, and asked casually: "In the northern countries, those people with tattoos on the four totems on their necks are usually attached slave soldiers, and they are basically scattered from the battlefield and fled south. ”

"Disarmed? Oh, do you mean discharge? Yes, I used to be a slave soldier. The handyman took off the wine jug he was carrying, poured a sip, suddenly reacted, looked Wu Xing up and down, and said with a complicated expression: "I didn't expect to hear barbarian language here." ”

Wu Xing continued to say in barbarian: "Hehe! The elders of the family travel from south to north to trade, and spend half of the year on the grassland, so I can also speak a little barbarian lingua franca. It's just that I have spoken barbarian language to that elder on weekdays, and I don't know if what I say is authentic. ”