Zhang Mansheng's voice landed, and the king of Jiyang County glanced at his entourage, and the entourage stepped forward, stepped on the mud, and slapped Zhang Mansheng on the head.

There was a crisp "pop", and the field was quiet again.

The King of Jiyang County looked at Wu Jin fiercely: "Master Wu, I have most of my Zongtian here, could it be that I will also measure my own Zongtian?"

Wu Jin measured the Taifu ruler with his fingers: "What the county king said is true."

He weighed the ruler: "Then work hard Li Xiancheng, tonight I will measure the land of the county king first, and the land of the people will be measured later, don't let the county king wait for a long time."

Li Xiancheng didn't dare to take the ruler, his face had turned from blue to white, and he didn't dare to raise his head.

The big ruler changed the small ruler, the people's land shrank, and the taxes to be paid were the same, and the rest of the land belonged to the king of Jiyang County, but the king of the county only entered and could not leave.

And this is not the first time, which is why the people are so angry - the poor are like this, they can endure it, and if they can't bear it, they will stalk their necks and scream twice.

If you measure the land of the king of Jiyang first, not only will the king of the county not be able to eat more and occupy more, but the field will shrink accordingly.

Li County Cheng hesitated: "Tonight...... It's too late, I still don't measure it, and I'll measure it tomorrow."

"No matter when it is measured, it has nothing to do with your care!" King Jiyang snorted coldly, "Even if there is a problem with the ruler, don't you allow me to take the wrong one?"

Wu Jin put the ruler in his sleeve: "Whether it is a mistake or not, the king of the county will go to the court tomorrow to distinguish it."

He looked at Li Xiancheng: "As a county official, you really don't know how Taifu is doing?" You have read the books of the sages, don't you know that you are an official and a servant? The official food you eat, Lu rice, comes from this—"

Stretching out his hand to point at Zhang Chunsheng, Wu Jin's eyes were blazing, and he turned his finger and pointed directly at the face of the king of Jiyang County: "It's not from him!"

Li Xiancheng was flustered, drenched in cold sweat, knowing that if Wu Jin impeached the king of the county, he would definitely not be able to run, so he couldn't help but tilt his head slightly to see the king of Jiyang County.

The new hatred and old hatred of the king of Jiyang County filled his chest, he was already angry with his eyebrows, chewing his teeth through the gums, reaching out to open Wu Jin's fingers, and said fiercely: "Okay! Good! Tomorrow I will judge before Your Majesty!"

He shook his sleeves suddenly, left the field, walked on the official road, and with a wave of his entourage, four sedan chair men with big shoulders and round waists carried the sedan chair forward, pressed down the sedan pole, and waited for the king of Jiyang County to enter the sedan chair.

The king of Jiyang County stood still, and when he saw that Wu Jin was also on the official road, he said a few words to the chief, turned over and got on his horse, intending to leave, before he stepped forward and said hatefully: "Wu Jin, why do you have to get along with me!"

Wu Jin was condescending and said slowly: "The king of the county is serious, if you sit upright, you will naturally have nothing to do with me."

He grabbed his braid, he didn't want to say much, but when he looked up, he saw a cold moon hanging on the horizon at some point, and Bai Sensen was shining on the earth.

For a moment, he suddenly said: "There is a person who once taught me that a gentleman respects the inside with the straight, the righteous with the outside, respects the righteousness and is not alone, I just practice one or two."

"Less sour farts!" The king of Jiyang County did not take what he said to heart, let alone remember Zhao Shiheng - to him, Zhao Shiheng was just an insignificant passer-by in his life, and he had long since disappeared.

He was just angry, and when he saw Wu Jin beating the horse to leave, he suddenly reached out and took off the hairpin from the golden crown on his head, and slammed it into the horse's buttocks.

The rented Huanghua horse suffered from this huge pain, and the front legs were immediately raised, and the person stood up, and Wu Jin, who was upside down, almost fell off the horse, and then neighed, spewed out two white gases, and galloped forward. net

Wu Jin held the bridle with all his strength, and when he was thrown up by the horse, his feet slipped off the horse's pedals, and the horse galloped wildly, he tried his best to stabilize his body, and found the stirrup in the gallop, and let out a long "whew", but the horse did not show the slightest sign of stopping, but became more and more frantic because of the wine waving in the wind by the roadside.

The houses and trees on both sides flashed past Wu Jin's eyes, and the horse's speed did not slow, getting closer and closer to the city gate.

"Get out of the way! Get out of the way!"

The road was crowded with pedestrians, but the horses showed no signs of stopping, and for a while there were loud screams and shouts along the way.

Wu Jin saw that there were many hawkers carrying burdens into the city in front of him, going to the night market to do business, the water blocked at the city gate was blocked, and there were children drilling around, and he became more and more anxious.

He twisted his heart and put the reins around his left wrist, then his feet slipped out of the stirrups, released the reins, and leaped off the horse's back!

The horse was still galloping, and his carriage had suddenly landed, and the reins were pulled forward quickly, and he rolled on the ground, facing the sky on his back, and before he could make any movement, there was a sharp pain in his wrist, and the whole person was also pulled forward.

His back was crushed over the gravel, and the Taifu ruler was broken in two in his sleeve, and he desperately stretched out his right hand, clutching the reins, and the horse lost its weight, and was pulled vigorously, and the speed gradually slowed down, and finally stopped in front of the city gate.

Wu Jin's back hurt, he sat on the ground, untied the reins on his wrist, and saw that the blood between the yellow flowers and horses' thighs was dripping and dripping to the ground, and his back was also sticky and hot, and the blood was not stopping.

The surroundings were full of people, the sound of chattering continued, the figures were heavy, blocking the lights and the skylight, Wu Jin's eyes were full of golden light, and his ears were also buzzing, only the heart was beating in the cavity, and the sound was deafening.

Slowly, other voices reached his ears.

It seemed that someone recognized him, stretched out his hand to help him get up, and someone led the injured horse to the tree beside the road, and a few children not far away ran after the juggler, laughing constantly, he followed the hands of others, walked to the stool outside the foot shop and sat down, thinking that if the frightened horse could not be stopped, and ran into the crowded city, I don't know how many people would be trampled and injured.

Thinking of this, he was terrified, and a chill rushed straight to the top door from the soles of his feet, and his disgust for the king of Jiyang County was overflowing, turning into a sneer.

A jujube rolled to his feet, he raised his eyes to look, and saw a basket trampled by horses, red dates rolled all over the ground, and many were trampled and picked up, a young man squatted on the ground, anxious and afraid, and kept loading the remaining dates into another basket.

Wu Jin moved his hand, only to find that his palm was worn by the reins, sticky and bloodstained, and he reluctantly untied the money bag, he took out a small piece of silver, stepped forward, bent down and handed it to the young man: "I'm sorry."

The young man looked at Wu Jin in surprise, hurriedly stood up, wiped his hands stiffly, and said in a low voice, "Wu, Wu Xianggong, no, don't do so much."

Wu Jin didn't say much, and stuffed the silver into him: "If there are too much, you can send me some dates to eat."

The young man then accepted the money and asked happily, "Where do you live?"

As soon as the words fell, the sound of horses' hooves sounded again on the official road, and the people who had just been frightened scattered with a bang, leaving a wide avenue, but in a moment, there was a fast horse, galloping from the road, and the people on horseback planted a small flag behind him, spurring the horse, and only slightly reined in the gate of the city.

Wu Jin stared at the hander, knowing that it must be the military situation in Kuanzhou.

Less than half an hour after the military intelligence was sent to the palace, the good news of the great victory spread throughout Kyoto, and everyone knew about it.

This victory, because it was unexpected, so it became more and more exciting, BMW incense cars haunted one after another, the vendors shouted loudly, Wu Jin came out of the pharmacy, and suddenly there was a "crackling" sound in his ears, and it was actually the merchant next door who set off a cannonball.

The horses and pedestrians were frightened, and then they quickly burst into laughter.