Why do you want to see the abandoned house in the west of the village, most of the villagers are at a loss, but a few people with bright minds have gradually tasted the taste, and their faces are extremely ugly, so they choose to continue to watch coldly.

The village chief didn't care about the pain on his face and abdomen, got up from the ground, stopped in front of Qian Siye, and said with a reluctant smile: "Hero, a dilapidated house, what is there to see, why don't you come to the old man's house to sit and taste the rice wine brewed in the village, as well as the wild boar meat that was brought back from the mountains a few days ago, it can just be used as a snack dish, the ugly food in the mountains and fields, don't be afraid of the heroes." ”

"Why don't you think so, it's so shivering!" Qian Siye sneered and waved his hand behind him, and several of his subordinates immediately stepped forward, lifted the village chief and walked towards the west of the village, allowing him to keep crying and struggling in the air.

Seeing this, the onlookers also silently followed, but they all kept an eerie quiet, and there was no other sound in the whole village except for the village chief struggling and shouting.

When they arrived at the gate of the abandoned house, the two people carrying the village chief threw the old man at the door of the house.

The village chief tried twice but didn't get up, so he simply knelt down to stop everyone and said loudly: "Don't go in, heroes, the house is full of hay, and no one has cleaned it for a long time, it's so dirty that you can't see people!"

Behind the fourth master, a follower said impatiently: "You old man is really annoying, can you kill your dog with a glance?"

After speaking, he wanted to kick, but this time, the village chief did not dodge, nor did he say anything, but just kowtowed to Qian Siye, after all, the abandoned house behind him was his reputation for most of his life, the traffic in the small village was blocked, and the villagers in the village were all looking down and not looking up on weekdays.

The villagers looked at the old man on the ground who kept kowtowing with complicated faces, and they all gradually understood what was going on, and the anger of being deceived instantly overshadowed the fear of these foreign scoundrels, and they all shouted loudly to enter the house to take a look, and the most ferocious people were precisely the most arrogant ones in front of Li Minghao a few days ago.

A few green-skinned scoundrels glared back, and the villagers immediately cowered and fell silent.

Fourth Master Qian looked at the old man kowtow with a smile, and asked slowly: "Old man, you said that this house is full of hay, and there are no valuable objects, right?"

The village chief hurriedly returned: "Good man Mingjian, there is really nothing, let alone growing grain." ”

"Well, okay, then I'll believe you. Fourth Master Qian nodded, "But you intercept Master Li privately, this account still has to be calculated, brothers, do it!"

Hearing the first half of the sentence, a big stone on the village chief's chest fell to the ground, until the word "move" exited, and suddenly became nervous.

However, seeing that a few scoundrels lit the torches they were carrying, the village chief immediately reacted to what the other party was going to do, and rushed up with a loud howl, but was kicked down again by Qian Siye.

"The abandoned house with hay, if it doesn't burn down, will it still be kept for the New Year?" Qian Siye laughed and said, "Remember, we are just a ranger passing through here, and we don't know that Liangcheng Li Gongzi, but occasionally I heard about the dirty things here, and I couldn't help but take care of it, not under the instruction of others, if there is a grievance, draw the next line, and our Liangcheng Hall will take it!"

Just as Qian Siye was talking, several of his subordinates were already holding torches, and the oil was busy before and after the abandoned house, and the village chief sat on the ground, his eyes were dull, and in the house, there was not only next year's grain, but also the people's fat and ointment that he had skillfully set up in the village over the years, adding up to about seventy or eighty taels of silver!

Finally, with Qian Siye's fierce wave of his hand, the fire rose to the sky!

The village chief snorted, fainted on the spot, and the people who were watching were numb, worried, and gloating, but none of them stepped forward to help the village chief up.

For these people in the church, other livelihoods are laymen, but the matter of robbing houses and setting fire to houses is extremely professional, although the fire in the abandoned house is large, but there is no sign of spreading at all, and in a short time, the house has been burned to a white ground.

"This is a lesson for you," Qian Siye pointed at the unconscious village chief, looking at everyone in the village, his eyes swept over the faces of every villager, and no one dared to look at him, "The village chief kept hay privately in the house, the weather was dry, and it caused a fire, but the fire was controlled and did not hurt others, this is the whole story of what happened today, did you hear it clearly?"

The villager nodded.

Qian Siye smiled with satisfaction, and continued: "As for next year's grain, don't worry, this old boy has bought it from Li Gongzi, although you come to ask for it, if he dares to say half a word, he will report my name as Qian Siye, and I will definitely uphold justice for the villagers, hahahaha!"

Then, Qian Siye took his subordinates around the village, smashed them door to door, took away a lot of game meat, and went back to the city with satisfaction.

Under a leeward hillside not far from the town, a carriage without horses leaned on the loess slope, and in the car, Zhong Li and the five people sat around a bronze mirror, watching the whole thing in the mirror.

"That's what you mean by doing things beautifully?" Zhong Li looked at Zhao Xifeng and asked with a smile.

Zhao Xifeng's gaze did not dodge, he looked directly into Zhong Li's eyes and replied confidently: "Otherwise, what else?

Dong Erpang frowned, and muttered in a low voice beside him: "How do I feel that we have become bad people, just like those storytellers in Sun's Restaurant, what is that called?"

"The man behind it. Gu Qingyuan answered with a smile.

Dong Erfat slapped his thigh: "Yes, it's the mastermind behind the scenes! Look at those villagers, their families are already poor, and after Qian Xiaosi smashed it, it is estimated that there will be no meat to eat all winter." ”

Zhao Xifeng sneered and said: "Then Li Minghao, for the sake of these villagers, he also put on a silver coin, but in exchange for a body of saliva that can't be washed off, his career ends here, isn't it pitiful? ”

"I agree with Xifeng's words, people should know good and evil, distinguish between right and wrong, otherwise they are no different from animals," Gu Qingyuan nodded and said, "However, the people can't educate this matter, a large part of the responsibility lies in the government, you see the territory of the Great Zhou, although the school has been built in the past hundred years, but compared to the huge border, it is still a drop in the bucket, if you want to reach the height of the student movement, everyone can reach it, there is still a considerable distance." ”

Zhao Xifeng smiled disdainfully: "It is in such a situation that those students of the student movement who are full of food and are idle in a panic still pay attention to what kind of people participate in politics, where can such people participate in politics? ”

Gu Qingyuan thought for a while, slowly shook his head and said: "The idea of ordinary people participating in politics is not wrong, they are born as human beings, and their rights and responsibilities should be equal, and they have nothing to do with personal experience or ability. ”

"Qingyuan, although I haven't taken Master Qian's course seriously, I also know that the highest ideal of the student movement is for the whole people to discuss national policies, that is to say, any policy implemented by the Great Zhou Dynasty in the future needs to be voted by every citizen," Zhao Xifeng scratched his head, looking a little confused, "Then I wonder, do you think that Mr. Zhou Zhe has the same decision-making power as an ordinary villager in the village today, is this fair in itself?"

This question later became one of the few reefs in the rolling torrent of the Jiayuan student movement that was unwilling to go with the flow.