In the backyard of the Qingshan County Government Office, an elegant man wearing a green shirt listened to the report of the arrester in front of him. After pondering for a moment, he asked with a smile,
"Xing Captou, what do you think?"
"It's all up to the adults to decide!"
Xing Bao lowered his head and lowered his eyebrows with a respectful attitude.
"Didn't I tell you before? Let you pay more attention to it. I don't know this person as well as you do. Just tell me your opinion."
"My lord, the county magistrate, humbly thought that I could agree to him temporarily and then make further observations. Judging from his current behavior, even if he doesn't know the details of his past life, he is not a monster."
"What if he deliberately concealed his disguise?"
"Then sooner or later he will reveal his true nature, and it won't be too late to take action at that time."
Xing Baotou replied.
"What if something tragic happens then?"
The county magistrate asked with a smile.
"If the county magistrate thinks that this son is a great devil, he can give an order to kill him. I am humble enough to order him to do so."
Mr. Xing made his attitude clear. He said everything he needed to say, and he would never say anything he shouldn't. He wanted to use him as a scapegoat and treat him as a fool.
"This is unnecessary."
The magistrate's smile subsided and his face was solemn, showing the majesty of the county magistrate. However, although he is the magistrate of the county, if he wants to kill people, he must have legal basis.
As the top ruler of a county, he doesn't like people like Feng Bingwen who are beyond his control. If he is an ordinary person who is lucky enough to retain the wisdom of his previous life, that's it. He only has decades more memory than ordinary people, so he can't cause trouble.
What a moth.
But it happened that Feng Bingwen was a Suhui person who had practiced cultivation in his previous life, which made him extremely afraid. God knows what kind of existence he was in his previous life.
Although based on the current performance, it seems that the other party is a virtuous cultivator of the Jishan sect. But this is only what they can see. What if it is some big demon who is willing to massacre the city?
He had to consider the worst-case scenario, but he was unable to deal with such a bad possibility.
"Then please tell me, Your Majesty the County Lord, how to handle this matter?"
"Since he wants it, let's give it to him. It's not a big deal anyway. Even if we don't give it to him, if we look for it wholeheartedly, we can still find it, but it will be later."
The county magistrate thought for a moment, then waved his hand helplessly. He just suddenly thought of it.
That's the one. Do you really need those gangsters to accumulate any practice? Do you have to find it through the yamen? It's just more convenient to find the yamen. It's not the fundamental factor. I'm afraid it's for other reasons, such as trying him, the county lord.
attitude, if he has any ill intentions, hehe.
"Well, I'll go down and sort things out first."
"Go for it!"
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Fengjiacun
Feng Bingwen, who had just made a request to Mr. Xing, noticed something was wrong. There was a strong ox munching grass at the door of his house. It was difficult to ignore it.
“Where did the cow come from?”
Feng Bingwen stared at the scalper who was the same height as him, and after a few glances, he walked into the room. As soon as he entered the room, he noticed the difference in the atmosphere in the room. The reason was naturally that a man in the lobby was using
A middle-aged man in a brocade robe wearing tea.
"Finally, Mr. Feng is back!"
When Feng Bingwen came in, the middle-aged man who was sitting on the side of the main table talking to the old man immediately stood up, straightened his clothes, and bowed to him with Feng Bingwen's slightly stunned eyes.
"I, Huande, would like to thank Mr. Feng for teaching me the dog Hu Xianyu these days. When I go home today, I realized Mr. Feng's kindness after seeing it, so I prepared a small gift and came to express my gratitude."
"Are you Hu Er's father?"
After listening to the self-introduction of the middle-aged man in brocade robes, Feng Bingwen understood.
This is what Sister Wen said about Hu Er's father who works as a housekeeper in a wealthy family. But this attitude caught people off guard.
"It's Bucai, Quanzi has been busy with Mr. Feng these days!"
Butler Hu's tone was very humble, and he did not look down upon Feng Bingwen at all because of his young age.
"It takes a little effort and costs nothing."
Feng Bingwen felt a little embarrassed for a moment because his naughty father was like this.
"Bingwen, you have done a lot of big things in the county these days."
However, compared to the solemn face of Butler Hu, the old man who was accompanying him looked at his grandson with a somewhat unkind look.
"I actually didn't do much."
Feng Bingwen smiled shyly. He actually didn't tell his old man about beating people in the county every day, mainly because he was afraid that the old man would talk about it. But now it seems that this layer of window paper has been pierced.
"Mr. Feng, Mr. Feng, I'm busy with my affairs and there are many things I haven't finished yet, so I'm going to take my leave first. I hope Haihan will do it."
Butler Hu spoke at the right time and was about to leave. The old man standing beside him quickly stood up and picked up a piece of paper on the table. Feng Bingwen saw it from a distance. There were several red seals on the paper.
"Housekeeper Hu, stay here, you can take these back."
"Old sir, since I brought the things, there is no reason to take them back."
Upon hearing this, Butler Hu stepped a little faster, took three steps and two steps at a time, and walked out of the house. The old man had trouble with his legs and feet, so he sighed and sat back down.
"Grandpa, what is that? What's going on with the cow outside the door?"
"This is the land deed. Together with the ox outside the door, it was sent by Butler Hu to reward you."
The old man said angrily that if someone hadn't come to the door today, he would have never known that his grandson had done so many things while he was in bed.
"How many land deeds are there?"
Feng Bingwen's eyes suddenly lit up. Although he was now otherworldly, he still had an instinctive love for the land, which was engraved in his bones.
“Ten acres of farmland!”
The old man sighed.
"Wow, that Butler Hu is so generous!"
Feng Bingwen couldn't help but sigh. As far as he knew, the total land in his family was less than three acres. The main reason was that his family did not rely on farming to make a living. The other reason was that his grandmother, who was the only farmer, was old and couldn't manage it anymore.
Come on, all the extra land is sold or rented out.
"It's quite generous, but we can't have this thing. You can send it back early tomorrow morning."
"It's not necessary."
Feng Bingwen muttered that although he would be amazed when someone gave him a cow and ten acres of fertile land, he definitely deserved it. But to bring his son back to the right path, what's the point of thanking him if he has money?
"No need? Do you know how much these are worth?"
The old man was a little angry. A bull that could be bred immediately, plus ten acres of fertile land. With such assets, even a poor family could become a middle-class family, and at least they would have enough food and clothing.
"Then he is also happy with it. I didn't force him to give it!"