When Zhao Xiong finished Tai Chi and was calm, Zuo Liangyu opened his mouth and said:

"Ninth Master, I went to Shagou Town in Thirty Miles last night, and saw that Li Hai had been inspecting with his old cousin Li An in the past few years, and the inspection station installed on the dock was burned by the bandits, but the body hanging on the flagpole was gone."

Zhao Xiong frowned and thought, it seems that the people above Li Hai know, if his estimate is good, the person who ordered Li Hai to act is within a radius of 50 miles, that is Yi County!

Zuo Liangyu said again: "I took advantage of the darkness to go ashore, the wharf was in a mess, and the granary with the grain behind it was burned down, and there was not a grain in it.

Later, the patrolman who was hiding in Shagou Town was found, and said that thousands of bandits had robbed grain that night, and then set fire to the granary, and the fire in the granary burned all night, and there was nothing left. ”

At this time, Liu Tongxun walked in and said with a smile: ", thousands of bandits, there are not so many people in Shagou Town.

I estimate that the people of Shagou Town were bold, and when they saw that the inspection station was burning, they secretly divided the grain in the granary, and then destroyed the corpses and burned the granary with a fire. ”

Zhao Xiong still had a score when he heard this, and nodded.

At this time, it was close to noon, and Hanzhuang Town was even more lively than Taierzhuang Town.

On the streets, on the wharves, and along the embankment of the canal, the lively crowds are surging, rushing and colliding, one after another......

Near the gate bridge in Hanzhuang Town, there were dense people coming down from the canal boats, and on the wharf, some people quickly sorted out the team.

The green sedan chair is in the front, the blue sedan chair is in the back, and there are hundreds of people on horseback, in cars, and on foot.

Behind the opening gong were the servants wearing black and red hats and holding long whips, shouting and driving away the people on the roadside.

Behind the official service, there are flags, gongs, umbrellas, fans, zhao, top horses, and official title plates.

Followed on either side are castanets, that is, drummers. Sheng, pipe, flute, flute, gong, suona, cymbals, small drums.

Along the way, blowing and blowing, the heat is in full swing, and the wisps are moving, and there is no end in sight.

Zhao Xiong, with his entourage, rode a mule himself, followed behind the green clay sedan chair, and wanted to go to the stone dam where the dam god was worshipped.

The long queue has to pass through half of Hanzhuang Town.

On both sides of the cross street of Hanzhuang Town, the door of the shop and restaurant, every house is lit up, every household is colorful, and the door is pasted with a couplet dripping with ink fragrance, which is more grand than the New Year's Festival.

Of course, this is also an excellent opportunity for merchants to attract wealth, and no store will miss the opportunity.

Dafeng Restaurant, commonly known as the Little Yellow Crane Tower, is on a hill at the crossroads, facing the Grand Canal.

At the same time, the front of the building is already crowded with people, and there is no place to stand.

As far as the eye can see, there is the Grand Canal in front, and hundreds of boats and sails are gathered on the river.

At his feet was the black crowd, all kinds of crowds, crowded and crowded, and he could see it clearly.

Three-storey pavilion, flying eaves and corners, cultural beasts carved dragons.

The upper windows open east, west, north and south, and the wind comes from all directions.

The lower floor is open to the river in front of it, and it is full of thousands of sails.

At this time, in the private room on the third floor of Dafeng Restaurant, a rich man in his early thirties who was covered with a white fox skin and shoulders, and who was pedaling high-waisted riding boots.

He was looking out over the railing, watching with interest as the low-ranking officials on the dam bridge went to worship the dam god.

Then he pretended to be angry with Nie Baihu and said: "Sealing the Gate Festival, sealing the Gate Festival, we are in a hurry, and we will not give it to me for one day, I am really angry." ”

Nie Baihu smiled at the back window and didn't say anything.

Hanzhuang is not big, that is, there are 1,000 people of 2,000, and behind the Dafeng Restaurant, there are two buildings that stretch for one or two miles, which are very eye-catching.

He took a telescope and looked carefully outside, and saw tall barns everywhere, which were the Yicang of Hanzhuang and the Yongping of Hanzhuang in Yixian County.

After looking at the binoculars for a while, Nie Baihu turned around and came to the window facing the Grand Canal, watched the sealing ceremony on the wharf, and then told An Dehai about the customs of Hanzhuang.

A large bamboo shed was erected on the dam bridge, which was a resting place for worshipping officials.

The first to enter the big bamboo shed was the county Cheng and the main book, one was the eighth grade, and the other was the eighth grade official.

Zhao Xiong got off the mule behind, and when he saw one tall and one thin, and the two of them walked in, Zhao Xiaodonkey introduced in a low voice.

The tall one is the county Cheng Ma Kui, and the thin one is Yu Haifeng, the head of the eight-rank official.

Zhao Xiong looked at the skinny chief bookkeeper Yu Haifeng, who beat Yu Haifeng's son three years ago.

But the main book, Yu Haifeng, he really hasn't seen it.

But he knew that Yu Haifeng was responsible for collecting taxes in Taierzhuang all the year round, and his concubine's home was not far from Zhao Xiong's home, so he could be regarded as a neighbor.

It's just that Yu Haifeng, the main book, is in the concubine's house, which is countless times more luxurious than Zhao Xiong's house, and the decorations, food and clothing.

As for the silver taels, they did not come from the canal.

Seeing that Zhao Xiong was looking at him, Yu Haifeng arched his hand with a smile.

Director Feng, who was the first to enter the shed, nodded slightly, secretly surprised in his heart.

This Zhao Xiong participated in the Gate Sealing Festival for the first time today, but he did not show his timidity.

Zhao Xiong walked into the big bamboo shed with a smile, although he was just a gate official who did not enter the stream, but in the end he was also a person on the surface.

It is rumored that Zhao Xiong is a person from the Dewang Mansion.

At this time, the people sitting in the bamboo shed all looked at him, half a month ago, Zhao Xiongxue killed the bandits who ambushed him at night slowly spread, and it was very deterrent in this era.

Therefore, Zhao Xiong, who is harmless to humans and animals, nodded to everyone with a smile, and everyone returned the courtesy.

Before Zhao Xiong became an official, he was young and strong, and he was a little short-tempered, and the whole child was a young man, and some people looked at the face of the old Zhao Tong and did not get along with him.

Now that he has the name of killing gods, in the future in the realm of Hanzhuang, there is really no one who dares to pinch him casually.

As for him, he is not afraid of small actions behind his back, and if he wants to provoke him, he will beat him to death.

The seats in the greenhouse are usually very particular about the order,

A discerning person saw that today's Leng Touqing walked in, and after looking around, he actually sat on the fifth chair.

He's a nine-rank official!

Compared with the other gate officials, they are not in the ninth grade, but they are half a grade higher, and they should be ranked third or fourth.

Some people wondered, this is so strange, is it sober after killing!

Most of the lock officials on the Grand Canal are dirt buns, and there was a joke last year.

When there was a new young gate official who took office, he sat in front of Cheng Makui in Yixian County.

The county Cheng Ma Kui is the eighth grade, and the people are so serious that the Ming Jing Department of the Eight Classics is the Ming Jing Branch!

Where is it that is not in the stream, the gate official can compare!

Immediately, the county Cheng Ma Kui slapped the gate official in the face, and today the young gate official followed Zhao Xiong honestly, not daring to raise his head.