The people fled Jeju in frenzy.

There was confusion at the gates of the city, with men running at the front, housekeepers riding horses and chariots, covered with gold and silver, and the ground full of bits and pieces, and some risking their way back to their homes to get their things.

Wu Jin stretched out his hand to pull up the child who was squeezed to the ground, and Cheng Taishan stood at the gate of the city with his hands in his hands, staring at the flustered faces in the firelight.

Huang Yunshu, Qi Chang, and He Qing were shoulder to shoulder, hand to hand, heel to heel, standing behind Nomad Muqing, looking at each other, and then looking at the long knife in the hands of Nomad Qing and others, they couldn't help but wet their palms - the people can go, but the officials can't leave.

Huang Yunshu's eyes were sharp, and when he saw a carriage in Zhang Shi's envoy's mansion falling behind the crowd, his heart jumped up suddenly, stretched out his hand and stabbed Cheng Taishan's back, and said loudly: "The carriage with the blue curtain, Zhang Daoling!"

Cheng Taishan immediately stretched out his hand and pointed to the carriage: "Stop."

Nomad Muqing waved his hand, and a soldier rushed over like an arrow from the string, directly pulled the coachman down, jumped into the carriage, stretched out his hand to hold the bridle, strangled the frightened yellow horse, stopped the carriage, and then lifted the curtain, and pulled out a white and fat middle-aged man with fine skin and tender flesh in the screams of the female dependents.

The man's body was heavy, his clothes were bulging, and he was forcibly dragged out of the carriage by the soldiers in the struggle, and dragged him all the way to Cheng Taishan.

The straps on his clothes were broken, and the gold in his bosom fell to the ground, rolling at the soldiers' feet, and a small ingot of gold fell into a broken shoe that had been lost, which was particularly dazzling, and several men rushed forward and grabbed it all the way to the city gate.

A lady in the carriage turned pale, poked out a head full of gold and jade jewelry, and burst into tears: "Master!"

Zhang Shibo was embarrassed, turned his head and shouted, "Hurry up!"

The woman retracted her head with tears in her eyes, wanting the coachman to go quickly, but the coachman was nowhere to be seen, and suddenly she was anxious, and a half-sized boy came out of the carriage, grabbed the reins with great effort, shook it vigorously, and the carriage twisted and rushed out.

Zhang Shibo saw his wife and children leaving, no one stopped him, half of the big stone in his heart was lowered, but he still felt that the sky was falling, a heart almost rolled out of his mouth, and his face was flushed.

He was sweating, seeing that Huang Yunshu and the others were intact, and there was barely a glimmer of life in his heart - Mo Lingfeng guarded Jeju, and he lacked silver and food, he had.

He looked at Cheng Taishan and straightened his tongue: "Brother Taishan, please let me see General Mo, I have something important to discuss with General Mo!"

Cheng Taishan's eyes stared at the crowd and replied casually, "What's the matter?"

Zhang Shibo took out a bag of gold from his sleeve pocket and handed it to Cheng Taishan: "I have family wealth and am willing to use it as military salary!" As long as General Mo spares my life!"

Cheng Taishan glanced at Wu Jin, didn't take the gold, walked out with an arrow step, and grabbed a colleague from the crowd who tried to fish in troubled waters.

Cheng Taishan looked at Wu Jin, he immediately noticed Wu Jin or someone close to Mo Lingfeng, and saw Wu Jin's elegant face and soft demeanor, so he immediately stepped forward and knelt on the two worthless knees.

"This colleague, please save my life!"

Huang Yunshu was anxious, rushed forward, snatched the gold from the hand of Zhang Shi's envoy, stuffed it to the soldiers on the side, and raised his hand to give him a crisp face.

"The government in the city, the salary is in arrears for more than half a year, and every time I ask your city secretary to ask for taxes, you will shirk all kinds of things, and now you are fleeing, and you have a bag of gold and silver in your hand!"

He grabbed the placket of Zhang Shi's envoy's shirt and lifted it up forcefully—he didn't move, so he let go of his hand and pointed at Wu Jin: "This is Wu Zhuangyuan, who died in front of the first emperor, Wu Zhuangyuan is jealous and hateful, and he will hang you on the city wall tomorrow and use you as a target!"

He turned his head and asked Wu Jin, "Did you say that?"

Zhang Shibo opened his mouth, his two eyes were round, and he looked at Wu Jin: "Master Wu...... No, Governor Wu......"

He is very clear about the origins, sections, and promotions of most officials in the DPRK and China, and Wu Jin is one of them.

Wu Jin stood quietly in the chaos, and looked at Zhang Shi's envoy when he heard the words: "The city envoy's crime is not yet known, and you can't talk nonsense about murder."

Zhang Shibo's eyes suddenly lit up, he only felt that there was hope for his life, and he felt that Wu Jin was so foolish, and when he was about to open his mouth to defend himself, he heard Wu Jin say, "Even if you die

There are also serious crimes, such as strangulation, abandonment of the market, and Ling Chi, all of which are different and cannot be generalized."

Huang Yunshu immediately smiled and said, "The hanging city head is light, it must be Ling Chi!"

Wu Jin nodded and said: "Huang Zhizhou has been in charge of Jeju affairs for six years, and he is proficient in arithmetic, he is a talent in the same vein, the entry and exit of the wharf, the level of taxes, I know in my heart, I will sort out all the things in Jeju in the near future, find out the shortcomings, and ask Huang Zhizhou to help me a lot."

Huang Yunshu heard that Wu Jin admired him a lot, and mentioned the word "counting", and his heart was full of joy, and he secretly said that Wu Jin's eyes were bright and his heart was bright, and he was Huang someone's Bole, and he raised his hand and patted his chest: "This is natural."

The pain in his chest was still not gone, and he suddenly came back to his senses, feeling that Wu Jin had quietly dug a pit and buried him in it - Jeju's future was uncertain, how could he sell himself?

Turning his head to look at the other two speechless hard-working friends, he looked at Wu Jin embarrassedly: "This ...... Let's think about what is in front of you......

Wu Jin smiled calmly: "Huang Zhizhou's talented person is now in a high position in Zhizhou, no matter where he goes in the future, he will not be buried, Wu does not force it."

Huang Yunshu's mouth was fast: "Zhizhou is Zhizhou, but the Zhizhou of Jeju has no three or two, and you have to eat yourself."

He walked back next to Qi Chang, glanced at Wu Jin, who was silent, and then looked at Jeju City, which was gradually empty, and his thoughts flew in his heart, and he had been moved by Wu Jin's words.

Within an hour, the people in the city kept leaving, the streets gradually emptied, and the people who were unable and unwilling to leave Jeju returned to their homes.

The silverfish caught under the city tower stood in groups, Mo Lingfeng was expressionless, came down from the city tower with a knife, glanced at the shivering officials of the city ship, and said to Wu Jin: "I don't know what happened to the camp outside the West City, you go for me, let Chong Tao come over, I'll wait here."

She took the horse whip from the nomadic Qing, handed it to Wu Jin, and set aside ten soldiers to accompany Wu Jin.

Wu Jin took the whip, beat the horse and left, and the downstairs in Dongcheng was silent again.

Cheng Taishan took a step forward and arched his hand: "General Mo, of these thirteen people, six are officials of the City Shipping Division, and the other seven are personnel of the Tea and Salt Divisions."

Mo Lingfeng glanced at it, took a step back, and said nonchalantly, "Kill."

If you can't say anything, you can say it lightly, and everyone was shocked, and Zhang Shi's envoy said loudly: "General Mo-"

With a "swish", the sharp blade came out of its sheath, the cold light shone on the iron clothes, and the soldiers stepped forward in the midst of a crowd of exclamations, mercilessly.

The speed was so fast that even Cheng Taishan stood on the spot.

These hateful colleagues, they hated to death, but death came so suddenly that they all had infinite fear.

They had never witnessed the scene of the soldiers fighting, and an hour later, Mo Lingfeng quickly cut through the chaos and created a Shura field again.