"Anping, don't pay attention to this old drunkard, according to my words, the snare drum will be promoted.

Within half an hour, I will let all the people of the Wangcheng Merchants Division appear in front of the door of Willis Academy, so that the people of Wangcheng will know that I am the real director of the Wangcheng Merchants Division, that is, the Black Yama King in their mouths. ”

Ignoring Confucius's concerns, Chen Anzhi came out sonorously.

A word fell, and an object was thrown out.

Then, An Pingmu was stunned to see the senior brother who had always respected his teacher, and a neck hammer directly knocked out the master who was still in shock, and dragged him to the east wing like a dead dog.

"Gurgling!"

The throat swallowed hard, and he knew it was a military skill.

It is also a terrifying military technique that can only be practiced by the Dingbei pro-army that resounded throughout the nineteen states of the Great Wei.

"Knock knock..."

An Ping, who came back to his senses, followed Chen Anzhi's explanation, gently stroked the black drum that Chen Anzhi threw to him, and beat it with a secret method with a very solemn face.

This is a snare drum, and it is also a drum of the imperial Chinese army that can hook the county government snare drum.

As long as this drum sounds, it means that the merchant will patrol the hunt on behalf of the heavens and exercise the authority of the Son of Heaven.

This is the basis for the merchant to be able to settle the accounts.

The snare drum was not loud, but it was like a flickering spark in a furnace, beating from time to time.

However, the entire Wangcheng sky sounded like the sky was falling, like a thousand troops galloping, echoing the small drum sound in the Willis Academy, shaking the entire Wangcheng.

......

"Bang!"

In the mansion in the south of the city, Qin Buer, who was working the concubine, heard this voice, and a dejected dragon fell directly from the concubine's body to the bottom of the bed.

"Sir..."

The concubine exclaimed.

Who is Qin Fuji?

He is the director of the Wangcheng merchant Si Ming, and he even has to be submissive to him when he gets the county order.

How could you be frightened by the sound of the drums?

"Hurry up and take the lady and leave Wangcheng!"

Qin Buer, who burst out with strength and returned the yang, commanded with a frightened face.

"Master, isn't it just a drum?"

The concubine was still unaware, thinking that he was frightened and talking nonsense.

"You know a fart, that's the drum of the Chinese army!"

With a vicious cry, Qin Buer no longer explained, and began to put on his black armor in a hurry.

Because the military nature in his bones reminds him:

As soon as the snare drum sounded, the sergeant was about to arrive.

Since the law of sin and taxation has been combined, the merchants and officials in various places have been replaced by sergeants.

......

Chengdong County Ya, the county magistrate Su Buzhi put on a robe to look at the snow, and pondered for a long night.

Although there is no beautiful attic tonight, when I heard the sound of the drum, I was also shocked into a cold sweat.

The nineteen states of the Great Wei Dynasty, since the establishment of the dynasty, started with the county, and set up two drums before the main ya.

While listening to the drums, you can listen to the voices of the people and discuss politics;

A snare drum is used to alert the military situation and suppress public opinion.

I heard that the drum can be small, but the snare drum must be big.

As long as the snare drum sounds, the military drums of the government offices within a county will be responded, and the capture and garrison will be mobilized to deal with unexpected situations.

This is the powerful means that the Great Wei court can suppress the rivers and lakes and dare to write "chivalry and martial arts".

......

"County Zun, it's a snare drum!"

Seeing that the county lieutenant was dressed in snow and came to report it, Su Buzhi knew that he had just rolled out of Gentle Township.

"Where is the place where the drum should be drummed?"

To be able to become the head of a county, it is fundamental to not be chaotic in the face of danger.

Su Buzhi straightened the official robe on his body and gave the county lieutenant a reassurance.

It's a big deal, and he has this county order in his pocket.

Moreover, Wangcheng does not connect to the border, so there can be no real military situation.

Therefore, the sound of the snare drum is nothing more than a fart affair.

"Where the drum is drawn, it's from Willis Academy..."

Even if he had some bottom of his heart, after listening to the words of the county lieutenant, Su Buzhi was not calm in an instant.

In the nine years since the establishment of Wangcheng Willis Academy, he has been suspecting that the master and apprentice of Willis Academy are the dogs secretly delegated by His Majesty.

Now that he had been testified, his hands trembled even more.

Because the director of the supervision department of the Ministry of Commerce has a terrible power, he can rule the county and seize power from the royal card.

Originally, he also wanted to use the wonders of the northern snow in the south to write auspicious books and praise virtues.

Now, it's broken.

.......

"Da Da Da..."

The sound of neat footsteps, from far to near in this snowy night, became clearer and clearer.

The dark and silent county town of Wangcheng, because of the sound of footsteps, kept turning on the lights.

"Some, Qin Buer, the assistant secretary of the Wangcheng Merchant Division, led all the 120 officials of the Wangcheng Merchant Division, heard the drum and moved, marched in the army, and knocked to see the lord."

Before half a moment arrived, Qin Buer rushed to the gate of Willis Academy with a group of people who were pressed by the black pressure, and half-knelt in the military salute.

"It's not rotten to the roots, Junli!"

Chen Anzhi's black armor stood at the gate of the academy and snorted softly, making Qin Buji and the others secretly breathe a sigh of relief.

"Virtuous nephew, it turns out that you are actually the director of the Wangcheng Commercial Bureau, why bother!"

Willis Academy is synonymous with hardship in Wangcheng County, and it is one of the jokes in Wangcheng, but I didn't expect it to be so big.

Su Buzhi trotted with the officials of the third class and six rooms, and from a distance, he shouted at Chen Anzhi with a grudge on his face.

"The snow in the south and the north and the glacier are not auspicious but catastrophic.

The situation is urgent, in order to control the disaster and stabilize the people, I have to take over the Wangcheng County Ya on behalf of the Son of Heaven! ”

Raising his hand to stop Su Buzhi's enthusiasm, Chen Anzhi said mercilessly, without giving Su Buzhi a chance to explain.

He's telling him that he's been taken from power!

.......