In a very short period of time, the Qin soldiers brought the robber's village into control.

The trapped people were rescued and they were covered with thick cotton coats and quilts. The sun was rising, but the bonfire was lit to keep them warm. All the meat delicacies prepared by the robbers were chopped and thrown into the pot. They boiled on high heat and sprinkled with a handful of salt to warm up.

If they don’t make up for it, even if these people are rescued, only 70% of them will still be alive after going down the mountain.

The old man who almost chopped the bandit leader into mud sat on the bed. He took a piece of rag and wrapped it with a scar on his thigh twice, and regarded it as if he had already dealt with it. There were books that Qin Zhu found on the table next to him, and the red candle was still shining. The old man looked at the lights. The flame seemed to be lit up in the old man's eyes, and he was so angry that he gritted his teeth.

"No wonder it's so difficult to catch...No wonder, no wonder!"

In the account book, in addition to recording what month, day, whom, and how much money is obtained, there are also the entire county town and eighteen chain villages on the continuous mountains. On the last page, I saw some familiar names.

Especially these familiar names made the old man's eyes slightly red.

"Eat dog stuff inside and outside..."

A thick and powerful man walked in outside the door and clasped his fists and said:

"Sir, brothers, I found the boy you mentioned."

The old man's eyes lit up slightly, and then he saw a 14 or 15-year-old boy walking in. He was the child who had been taken away before. He breathed a sigh of relief, put down his account book, patted the bed beside him, slowed down his voice, and smiled:

"Little guy, come and sit down."

Wang Anfeng nodded and sat next to the old man, his eyebrows and eyes drooped.

The old man asked him slowly if he was injured. He spoke earnestly. After confirming that the boy was not injured, he breathed a sigh of relief and waved his hand to the Qin soldiers to get a bowl of meat porridge and handed it to Wang Anfeng himself, saying:

"Drink some porridge... to warm your body."

"It's the old Qin family that I'm sorry for you. It's too late... If one day in the morning, I can save another child..."

The old man's voice became low and he sighed. Wang Anfeng's expression also became dull. He took the meat porridge and ate it silently, which was as rough as the old Qin family's army. The old man looked through the scroll and occasionally asked Wang Anfeng who saved him.

The boy answered according to his original plan.

He is only said to be a man wearing ink clothes, holding green bamboos, and covering his iron face.

This is exactly the same as what the beautiful woman said in the bandit leader's room. The old man nodded and did not feel suspicious.

He looked at the name recorded in the account book again, and his eyes seemed to be burning with flames.

Everyone had eaten meat porridge and wore thick quilts. When the sun was warmest at noon, they were escorted down the mountain. The dead people were still intact, and those who were still intact were covered with white cloth to look for relatives to be buried. The rest were forced to be buried under the towering green mountains.

The green mountains are still clean.

After entering the city, Wang Anfeng led the green horse, carried a zither and a sword on his back, and stayed in the inn in the city.

All the evil bandits who had been evil for several years were killed, and the results of the battle were shocked, and the people rushed to tell each other.

On the second day, Sun Xingwei, a military officer who had already retired from office, dragged his right leg across the bustling long street, walked through the flower building where the singing and dancing, stopped in front of the yamen, calmed down his clothes, raised his hand and held it on the drumstick wrapped in bright red silk cloth, and used all the strength of the flat voice to hit the drum hard on the drum of injustice.

Buzz!

The drum of injustice sounded twelve times in a row, dull and huge, resounding throughout half of the county town.

On that day, the old man with gray hair stood under the county hall, and his voice and expression were harsh.

"This official is in charge of the deputy county magistrate of this city, and there are seven officials of all sizes."

"If you collude with the thieves and bandits, the evidence will be conclusive, and you should be killed according to the law!"

Everyone was uproared, but because the matter was serious and there were too many people involved, they were just imprisoned and awaiting trial. The rest of them pleaded guilty, and the deputy county magistrate had many suspicions. Later, according to the Qin Dynasty, the "five punishments were pardoned", and thirty soldiers and thousand taels of silver were used as military expenses, and the sentence was redeemed and released from prison.

When he was released from prison, the old man with white hair stopped him in front of the county government office and shouted angrily:

"Military expenses and military expenses!! Laws and regulations!"

"The key point is how many innocent people die in vain, and how many civilians are destroyed!"

"The suspicion of the five punishments is a law prepared for those who still have a way to turn back, not to let these extremely vicious guys get into trouble!"

He shouted angrily until his voice was hoarse and his hair was scattered, but he was lifted out by two yamen runners. On the long street, the old man was scattered in a mess, dragging his broken legs, shouting angrily, and his voice was like crying blood.

In the afternoon of that day, the city garrison ordered the entire camp to take three days off.

Hundreds of Qin iron soldiers took off their armor and sat around the yamen in public clothes. They looked at the county yamen coldly without saying anything, but the intention of killing became stronger.

The atmosphere in the entire county town became depressing. Even ordinary people subconsciously lowered their voices when they talked on weekdays. The vendor who bought the oil and fruit looked at the iron hand who had been sitting for more than a day without eating or drinking, and the stubborn old man in front of the iron hand, and sighed helplessly.

He handed the breakfast in his hand to the boy in front of him, but there was still a smile on his face and said:

"Brother, your breakfast."

The boy in front handed over a few big treasures, took the oily fruit, and bit it down with a bite and crispy, and seemed to ask unintentionally:

"Is these iron pawns okay like this?"

The vendor didn't want to say much, but he was so angry that he looked around and sighed in a low voice: "What's the matter?"

"They have now removed their armor and are on vacation."

"At this time, they were ordinary people of the Qin Dynasty. They were willing to sit on the street without violating the Qin Dynasty's laws. Who cares? Who dares to take care of it?"

As soon as he opened his mouth, he kept complaining:

"According to me, those bastards should be beheaded."

"But our Daqin Legalists have to look at the evidence... If there is no conclusive evidence, they cannot be sentenced."

"Six people have been put into jail for death now. Even the families have received compensation. They gritted their teeth and waited to see the day of the execution. Sun Xingwei had to stare at the county magistrate... It's not that his family members died. Oh, it made my business difficult..."

The voice was slightly lowered, and looked around and said mysteriously in Wang Anfeng's ear:

"I may not do it well, because I plan to take the opportunity to defeat the deputy county magistrate and take the post..."

The vendor talked a lot again, but Wang Anfeng didn't listen much. When he returned to the inn, he felt depressed.

He also looked through those books.

The evidence is conclusive.

Two more days later, Tiezhu really had no choice but to leave. Except for the county magistrate, all the people were put into jail for death. Sun Xingwei was injured because he was old and weak, and was sick at home. No one came to visit him anymore, which was completely opposite to the lively moments when he just returned.

Only the deputy county magistrate went to visit him personally, but was scolded by the old man.

Wang Anfeng was carrying a portion of pork belly, looking at the wooden door that had some paint loss in front of him, and exhaled, and gently knocked on the door. The person who opened the door was an old woman with kind eyes, with red eyes, as if she had just cried. After the boy explained his purpose, he welcomed him in and turned into the inner room. The white-haired old man was wearing clothes and was writing at his desk. From time to time, he stopped and coughed violently.

Seeing Wang Anfeng coming, he was a little stunned, and then he smiled and greeted the boy in. His body was weak, but he forced himself to make tea for the boy, covered up the things he was writing, and only talked and laughed at Wang Anfeng for other things, but the boy's pupils became stronger and he had already seen it clearly.

The old man did not give up, although anyone thought that things had no turnaround.

Although those people thought that the remaining six were enough if they died...

Even those victims were silent.

But there was also an old man with white hair who felt it was not enough and wanted to seek justice for those who died in vain. So he was in this room. Even if everyone betrayed and divorced, even if others complained, he still stuck his neck, held his head stubbornly, with his white hair chaotic, staring at the high bugs, and letting out his own roar.

The boy's eyebrows and eyes drooped.

So the Great Qin is still the Great Qin.

The vast Qin Dynasty.

The two talked for a while. After noon, the old man kept Wang Anfeng for dinner. The young man nodded and volunteered to cook. He cut the pork belly into pieces and washed them, but found that there were few ginger pieces, so he smiled and said he wanted to go out and buy them.

I went to the vegetable market and bought a lot of ginger. I happened to pass by the deputy county magistrate's mansion and turned a corner without a man. Wang Anfeng said softly:

"Back to Shaolin."

The stream of light flashed, but in a short time, a boy in black stepped out, with an iron-faced face covered with iron face, and turned over into the mansion.

The house is not small, but it does not hire many servants. Wang Anfeng touched the main house. The elegant deputy county magistrate was drinking and drinking, his face was red and free and easy.

In his opinion, no one could assassinate him in the city, nor did anyone dare to kill him in the city.

At this moment, the wooden door was suddenly knocked open, and a black suit shot in like lightning. The elegant man looked slightly stunned. A purple light flashed through his wide eyes, and in a blink of an eye it pierced his throat, and he still couldn't believe it in his mind.

How dare he... not be afraid of death...

Wang Anfeng breathed out, took a step back, and glanced at the four words "Haoran Zhengqi" hanging in the hall. The green bamboo in his palm was sprinkled, dipped in blood into ink, and covered the copybook with a line of new words. The brushstrokes were sharp and there was only a solemn and killing in the words.

In the laws and regulations of the Great Qin Dynasty, those who collude with bandits will travel three thousand miles away. The officials will be punished with the first level and will be killed.

Turning around, he remembered the old man and the hot-blooded Daqin iron-handed in his chest, paused slightly, and then picked up another smear of blood and wrote:

Those who kill people will be unable to calm down their will forgot the immortal.

He turned around and strideed out, but did not escape, but rushed out with a green bamboo stick, beating the mansion's servant guard's house to a blue face and swollen face. He left. Several guards who had some skills chased out with swords, but lost their traces of the young man in a corner. The maid rushed into the main room, and faced him with the deputy county magistrate who was dying with his eyes closed, and a line of blood letters covered with Haoran's righteous spirit. The word "kill" occupied half, and the sharp and sharp, couldn't help but fall to the ground and scream.

"Murder!!!"

The county town became extremely chaotic in a blink of an eye, but in some remote places, there was warm and peaceful sunshine and quite tempting smoke from cooking. Some paint-fallen wooden doors were gently knocked.

The old woman opened the door and saw the clean smile of the boy outside the door and the ginger in her hands, and a kind and smile appeared on her face.

"I bought it, it's so fast."

"yes……"

The wooden door is closed, isolating the inside and outside...

There are teenagers and old men.

There are literati with a stammer on their necks, and there are knights who violate the ban with martial arts.

So the Great Qin is still the Great Qin.

The vast Qin Dynasty.
Chapter completed!