In front of the eight-character wall of the county government.

Xu Yang, Zhang Dawu and others knelt in rows wearing wooden flails, and began to display the flail happily every day.

Well, not pleasant at all.

The ground is very hard, the sun is very dry, the rainstorm is very cold, the wooden flail is very heavy, and the spurning of the neighborhood is very heart-wrenching.

In a word, it's a year.

"Mr. Xu, why did the Lord of the Institute still let us kneel here." Someone couldn't help but whisper Xu Yang.

"The case hasn't been turned over, how can the adults in the courtyard release people?" Xu Yang said coldly: "Bear with me, today is the day to turn the tables." Tomorrow at the latest, it's time for Zhao Shouzheng to beg us to forgive him! ”

"No, no, no," Ma boldly stammered, "no forgiveness." ”

"Yes, it can't be easily forgiven." Zhang Dawu nodded hard and said: "We have been in the shackles for a few days, people are not as good as dogs, life is better than death!" We want him to apologize publicly and compensate us for our losses! ”

"Yes, compensation for the damage!" Everyone echoed, and the dawn of victory was in sight, as if the wooden flail around his neck was not so heavy.

"Hey, they're coming!" Zhang Dawu was tall, and suddenly saw his own people walking over from the west side of Yaqian Street with his hands behind his back.

"How? Is it done? The arsonists straightened up excitedly and shouted at the comers: "Pinch Zhao Shouzheng's handle, right?" ”

But the visitor only smiled bitterly and did not answer.

"Huh?" The arsonists noticed that something was wrong, and they saw the gentry of Xumen lined up in a row like a march, and they all had their hands behind their backs.

On either side were archers in green robes, both holding ropes that were attached to the backs of the gentry.

"Why were they arrested too?" Zhang Dawu was dumbfounded.

"What?" The arsonists were stunned.

Then the gate opened, and there was nothing left to block their view. The arsonists saw clearly that the gentry of the Xu Men were not arrogant with their hands behind their backs at all, but were brought back with their hands tied behind their backs......

"I'm ......," Ma boldly stammered, speechless.

"Why did you get caught too? What charges?! Xu Yang struggled to get up excitedly, and asked with a red face and a thick neck.

"Waste of food." A gentry replied dejectedly.

"it." Ma Daring finally held back that sentence.

"What kind of crime is this?!" Xu Yang's jaw was about to fall to the ground. "The Inspector will let them arrest people indiscriminately?"

"Hey, Lord Patrol is buried in the garbage heap, I don't know if I'm dead or alive." The gentry replied gloomily, and at the same time they were put in a flail and knelt down on the other side of the figure-eight wall.

"What?!" Xu Yang only felt that his eyes were dark, and the world was no longer familiar to him.

In fact, he was in a hurry and fell to the ground...... was stuck in a wooden flail, and his head was stuck upside down on the ground.

"Ruthless." Ma boldly held back the last two words.

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At the mid-level bridge pier, Zhao Shouzheng evacuated the rioting citizens and came to the wharf in a mess.

Don't care about anything else, let's take Lin Xun and his entourage out of the garbage heap first.

The archers gagged their noses and shoveled the garbage from the boats into the river with wooden shovels.

Zhao Shouzheng looked at the garbage boat that was more than one person high, and couldn't help but sigh secretly, lying in a ruthless groove.

He really sweated for Lin Xun's life and death. People are inherently dead, either heavier than Mount Tai or as light as a feather, but no matter what, they can't die in the garbage heap.

When the archers cleaned up the garbage on the surface, they realized that it was not that serious......

The reason why this garbage pile looks so tall and large is actually because the lord and his entourage have piled up rice bags into a bunker like a grave bag. to resist the 'rain of bullets' coming from all directions.

Cai Ming moved away the two rice bags, and saw the Inspector and his entourage, a nest of small quails curled up in the 'grave bag', and the Inspector was still shivering.

Yuan Fang and the others walked out of the cat's waist in the 'grave bag' one by one, but Lin Xun couldn't come out alive or dead.

"According to the Courtyard, according to the Courtyard." Zhao Erye probed into the 'grave bag' and called out softly: "It's safe outside, you can come out, vomit ......"

The smell inside was so ecstatic that Second Master Zhao almost didn't vomit on the spot.

Lin Xun pressed his head lower, but his tone was very resolute: "No, I won't go out!" ”

"Ugh." Second Master Zhao was kind-hearted and soft-hearted, and endured his nausea and persuaded softly: "Come out, how smokeful it is here." ”

"It's better to smoke to death than to die of shame." Lin Xun said quietly.

"No one is watching, not ashamed." Zhao Shouzheng took out the ability to coax his son back then and said: "There are people from the yamen outside, and there are no ordinary people." ”

"Neither can those people." Lin Xun still shook his head and said, "Carry the sedan chair directly on the boat." ”

"I'm going to have to build you a shed to cover your shame, right?!" But I heard a cold snort and explosion, and someone kicked and collapsed the 'grave bag'.

"Ahh The grain bag fell with a bang, almost burying Lin Xun in it again. Lin Pingzhi looked up in horror and saw that the demonic young man appeared beside Zhao Shouzheng at some point.

"Alright, alright." Zhao Shouzheng hurriedly pulled his son away, and said to Lin Xun with a wry smile: "Don't mess with him, this kid has a bad temper." ”

Not to mention, let Zhao Hao bluff, Lin Xun's eyes were no longer dazzled, his legs were not weak, and he stood up with the grain bag.

Then he covered his face with his filthy sleeves, and with Yuan Fang's support, he went ashore with one foot deep and one foot shallow.

only to find that his sedan chair had turned into a pile of waste wood, this piece, that piece, shattered on the ground and could not be seen.

There is only the last word left in the sacred 'Patrol Imperial History' official title plate......

Lin Xun pressed his shoulders and trembled, almost crying.

Two hundred years since the founding of the Ming Dynasty, he is the worst patrolman, right?

Zhao Shouzheng didn't bear it, and asked people to quickly carry his sedan chair over, please press the adult to go up, hurry back to the mansion to wash and wash, change clothes and then speak.

After the sedan chair was carried away, Zhao Erye asked people to clean up the dock, especially to rescue food as much as possible, and waste a grain of rice.

Then he hooked his son's neck, rubbed his head vigorously, and said with a smile: "Stinky boy, I miss my father!" ”

"Uh......" Zhao Gongzi said in his heart, why does this sound so like a curse?

But he couldn't find anything wrong, so he smiled bitterly: "I also miss my father, you are dark and thin." ”

"Aren't you too?" Zhao Shouzheng compared the top of his son's head and said, "Oh, it's a lot taller." ”

"Yes, yes, yes? Really? Zhao Gongzi loves to listen to this, he is surrounded by a group of tall and fierce men all day long, and he always feels like a malnourished bean sprout.

"Hahaha, yes, it's really high." Zhao Shouzheng was so happy, there was nothing more joyful than seeing his son.

So much so that he forgot that he didn't wear boots.

The soles of the foundation officer boots, one inch high.

Of course, he would feel that Zhao Hao was suddenly a little taller.

In fact, the two have only been separated for half a month, where will they go?

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