The morning light climbed the moss-covered wall, and Yang Qinglian, who should have been drunk and sleeping in the tide viewing pavilion, did not know when to leave, leaving only the faint fragrance of wine and the jade pot rolling in the wind under the pavilion.

A major incident occurred in Yanqin Mansion today, and the county commander released an official document early in the morning: From now on, all the Miao people who went down the mountain to loot, the people of Yanqin Mansion will be acquitted of guilt if they resist with weapons, and if they can be captured to the county yamen, they will be rewarded with one bandit and one silver regardless of whether they are injured or killed.

As soon as the news came out, it immediately swept through the entire Yanqin Mansion, causing an uproar, and the people of the Han family, who had been frequently oppressed by the Miao people in the past few days, all applauded with joy, and their enthusiasm for eliminating bandits reached an unprecedented high! The guests of the Yanqin blacksmith shop were overcrowded that day, and countless young men were sharpening their cattle slaughtering knives in the courtyard.

In fact, you can't blame the people of Yanqin too much, and the abundant life here is only a few gentry who occupy mineral resources, and ordinary people rely on mountains and rivers to feed a few families, and life is very tight.

There are natural disasters, there are evil thieves, Lao Tzu is not afraid of the prodigal son in the first half of his life, just because he has to suffer this grievance after becoming a family, and now he can receive a tael of silver from the county yamen regardless of whether he lives or dies, and the food money for the first half of the season!

As a result, strange images began to appear in Yanqin Mansion: the people put their few things on the street at the door, waiting for the Miao people to go down the mountain again to make trouble.

The Miao people really lived up to expectations, these days his unscrupulous encroachment made them realize that the past temperance actions have wronged themselves, this group of Han people are as timid as rats, how can they have the domineering spirit when they first entered southern Hunan? So they decided to carry forward the principle of grabbing to the end, intending to let all the brothers in the village make a fortune before the winter.

As soon as they stepped into the Yanqin Mansion, they straightened their eyes: Is this the weather tide or the Han people have resigned themselves to their fate?

Although the situation is not quite right, with so much dry food and property at their fingertips, who has time to think about other things. The Miao bandits rushed up one after another, rushing to find that this group of Han people were still walking towards themselves one by one?

The Miao people's minds were dazed, and they unconsciously stopped their busy hands, and when the Han people in front of them pounced like hungry wolves, they regretted why they forgot to flee just now?

For a time, the streets and alleys of Yanqin were sprinkled with blood, and countless stumps and broken legs were dropped on the street, and many Miao people fell in a pool of blood and could no longer stand up.

Among them, some of them knew some of the Chinese dialect, and fled in confusion, pointing at the Han people and shouting incoherently: "Kill... King... Law!"

Originally, it was okay not to mention it, but the words came out of the population, and the people of the Yan Qin and Han dynasties were even more red-eyed: Wang Fa?

I don't know who added fire oil at this critical juncture, like a thunderbolt shouting: "One person, one silver!"

The last reason was finally crushed to death, the Miao people looked back and immediately jumped up three feet in fright, the good people who used to have a weak nest seemed to have eaten the heart of a bear and a leopard gall, and swarmed forward like a tide until all the Miao people were injured and hid back in the mountains and forests before they were unwilling to retreat.

At sunset, Yanqin Mansion obviously saw the blood light not long ago, and there were unclean blood stains blooming on the earthen wall everywhere, but the people of the Han family were full of interest, just like the autumn harvest to catch the market, and the strong man rushed towards the yamen with the corpses of the Miao people who had not yet cooled down like pigs and sheep.

Yang Qinglian finally sent away the last civilian who came to ask for silver taels, and when he was caressing his forehead to relax a little, He Fengqiu walked over with a satisfied face. Needless to say, the reward of silver taels is naturally from this generous master, and he also spent it comfortably, dozens of taels of silver in exchange for dozens of people respectfully thank you, master!

He Fengqiu is still self-aware of his reputation in those ordinary people, and it is estimated that he usually sends the plague god to scold the neighborhood before mentioning his life, and the most foreigner is that an old madman in the broken temple in the south of the county is tired of picking up a dog cub for himself and changing the name of He Fengqiu, and when he has nothing to do, he went to the street and scolded: "He died dog! I ran out to eat and forgot to go home!"

But people relied on the identity of a madman, so that He Fengqiu did not dare to meet him, and even worried that if this person had an accident one day, everyone's thoughts would lean on him, and then Mo said that he was afraid that the eighteenth generation of his ancestors would be dug out and cursed secretly.

Today, I was able to take the opportunity to get so many people to thank him from the bottom of my heart, and He Fengqiu felt that he had made a profitable deal. Yang Qinglian understood what he was thinking, and was too lazy to bother to be polite to him.

There are only four days left in Gu Poison, he can't take care of it anymore, he must try his best to cut through the mess quickly, and the official document during the day is the best proof: such an iron-blooded move will inevitably cause a lot of casualties, and if it is not done well, it will intensify the Miao Han riot and cause a situation of defeat for both sides.

Inside the yamen, He Fengqiu's face was full of glory and Yang Qinglian, who planned to sail the boat carefully, chattered non-stop, and a linen-robed little student outside recklessly ran in from the gate and knelt down in front of the two, the small crown on his head had already fallen behind his head and did not notice, before He Fengqiu scolded him for not knowing his body, Xiao Sheng hurriedly reported breathlessly: "Master! Someone moved!"

Yang Qinglian, who had bowed his head and was silent, raised his head instantly, his eyes suddenly lit up and almost jumped out of shape, and he slapped his palm on the shoulder of He Fengqiu, who was dazed: "Haha! Master He, I trust you with great blessings, Zhen Miao's move is bound to win!"

There are only three days left after tonight, even if Yang Qinglian is ready to die, but he still can't help but sit in front of the tide viewing pavilion to drink alone to eliminate his sorrows, he looks at the smoky sandbar boat docked in the river, as if carrying the newborn full moon on the horizon, the Ping Lake deliberately summons the sparkling waves, and listens to the "Neon Clothes and Feather Song" in the Beijing Pavilion in a daze, so what's the harm in sleeping outside tonight?

The wine in the jade cup bottomed out again, and Yang Qinglian casually wanted to pick up the wine jug that had just been placed aside, but he touched the ground around him, but he didn't touch it. When he was about to turn his head to take a closer look, a dissatisfied complaint came from his ears: "In vain, we are looking for an antidote for you outside, but you are drinking here, not kind, not kind!"

Yang Qinglian was frightened by the sudden voice, and naturally jumped up, only then did he see Bai Luofeng sitting next to his original position, and behind him stood coldly the blind man he had seen yesterday, Yang Qinglian let go of his tense body and smiled: "Why did you come to steal my wine?"

But he saw Bai Luofeng raise his head and open his mouth to pour it into the mouth of the pot, and after a while, he wiped the residual wine on the side of his mouth and burped comfortably: "Hey~ I'll help you find the antidote, can't you drink your wine?"

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