1 Forty-two To each his own mind, a gift

Guobei County, the county government

The curling smoke swirled upward, and as the ashes in the incense burner gradually piled up, the time for an incense plant.

With the sound of the tea cup being put down in the house, several people finally drank a little tea and left the house.

The door that steps out of the antechamber is the front yard

The county magistrate was standing in the courtyard with his hands behind his back and his back to everyone, and there were five servants with flail and rods standing on either side of him.

"There are five rooms for you, and someone will take you there later. Zhixian said to himself, as if there was an eye behind him, he didn't look back, but he knew that these people were coming.

As soon as the magistrate's voice fell, the scholar couldn't help but whisper to Mr. Wei beside him, "What are you doing?"

The corners of Mr. Wei's mouth twitched, and he coughed lightly, but did not answer the scholar.

"Hit. ”

Before the scholar could speak again, the voice of the county master came again, and the words were fluttering, but they had the strength of ten thousand jun.

Hearing Shangguan's words, several poor people standing on both sides moved at the same time, and both of them simultaneously took out their sticks and passed through the middle of the scholar's arm and pressed him forward. An errand officer struck the scholar from behind at the back of the knuckle of the leg, and the scholar was thrown to the ground.

As the scholar fell, the remaining two servants immediately walked to either side of him, waved the sticks in their hands back and forth, and slapped him on the ass.

A total of ten strokes, the scholar did not say a word, just gritted his teeth and closed his eyes.

The scholar knew in his heart that his murder could be revealed, but the magistrate must have an opinion about himself in his heart. With this beating, he wanted to make the magistrate angry, and by the way, he presented this power of killing chickens and monkeys.

The two of them were punished, five back and forth, a total of ten strokes, and it was over quickly, but it made people know what the magistrate had just said, 'After stepping out of the door, only I can speak.' Not a joke.

The scholar got up tremblingly, made a deep bow to the back of the county master, and then stood back beside Mr. Wei without saying a word.

This is just a small episode, and when the scene is restored, the county magistrate continues to speak,

"I've got five rooms for you, and there's a hint in them, so follow them. When you're done, talk to the people outside the house. ”

After saying that, the county magistrate waved his hand and motioned for the servants to take a few people away.

......

Guobei County, the prefect's county mansion, one of several huts

Squeak, the sound of the wooden door opening

Old Man Zhou entered a hut, and he was alone.

There was a pile of firewood and a firewood knife in the house, and the firewood was all in large pieces, and at this time they were neatly put together, and a piece of yellow paper with two small characters written on it was placed:

firewood

The yellow paper quickly wrinkled, and it was clenched tightly by Old Man Zhou, and he was a little resentful.

His age and body, the county master knows a thing or two, if so much firewood is chopped, he may have to lose half of his life, thinking of this, Old Man Zhou felt uncomfortable.

But he knew what kind of person the parent official in his city was, and sighed, and Old Man Zhou had to walk to the pile of firewood.

Knock!

Just as he was about to pick up the stack of wood, there was a knock on the door

......

Scholars, Lu painters, and other people who were scattered in different huts, also saw the identical firewood piles, the firewood knives on the side, and the yellow paper. Everyone's expressions are different, some are stunned, some are unfazed, and some are anxious. However, they all picked up the firewood knife, picked up the firewood stack, and began to complete the instructions of the county magistrate.

Firewood!

Guobei County, the county government, the front hall

Old Man Zhou, who had just stayed in the hut, appeared in the front hall where he had just left.

There were no others in the hall, only the magistrate and him who were sitting at the top.

"I invited you back because the official has a gift and wants to give it to you. Picking up the teacup given by the subordinate and taking a sip, the magistrate looked at the old man Zhou who was sitting below, and said with a smile.

Old Man Zhou was a little confused about the intention of Zhixian, "The adult's heart, the little old man has it, but the gift is the adult's outreach." Xiao Lao'er was able to save this meager family business in Guobei County, thanks to the governance of the adults, so that the law and order in this county are stable, and the people are friendly, and the little Lao'er and his family are the people who really need to thank the adults."

After speaking, Old Man Zhou stood up and prepared to bow deeply to the county master.

As soon as his body bent down, he was caught by a pair of white hands, it was the magistrate.

Invited Old Man Zhou back to his position, the magistrate clapped his hands.

Smack!

The servant holding a black roll bowed his head and walked over with small steps.

Zhixian took the roll, looked at it for a while, and handed it to Old Man Zhou.

"Ah, that's the gift. ”