Wang Zhuo was a little embarrassed: "You know, your aunt's father is the head of the household in the yamen, and everything in the county has to go through his hands. But last month, the new county magistrate took office, or he wanted to arrange something
One of our own, or perhaps wanting to make money, put him in jail on the charge of corruption.
"My father-in-law is a housekeeper. It is impossible to say that he has not touched any of the money. Now there is evidence.
"Originally, the matter ended here. The purpose of the county magistrate was just to replace someone. In addition, my father-in-law's family is quite powerful in the local area. The most I can do for my father-in-law is to resign and pay a sum of money. That's it.
, but your aunt didn’t know whose instigation she listened to, and rushed directly to the Yamen to question the county magistrate. This made the county magistrate unable to come to Taiwan, so he directly changed the sentence, sentenced to imprisonment and exile, and the case was reported to the state capital."
Wang Zhuo smiled bitterly: "Most of the people we know are from the local area. When they arrived in the state capital, they basically had a black eye. Now they are in urgent need of medical treatment and found the head of the young village owner. I heard that the Li family also has people in the state capital.
Relatives and friends are old friends, but unexpectedly, the young owner of the village found you."
After listening to Wang Zhuo's words, Liu Jun laughed: "Uncle, don't worry, I actually know someone in the state capital. If you wait for me to write a letter, I think that person will give me some face."
After a while, Liu Jun finished writing the letter, handed it to Wang Zhuo, and said with a smile: "Uncle, please go directly to the county government office to submit the letter. I think the governor should give me this face."
"The governor?" Wang Zhuo looked surprised: "Shitou, do you still have a relationship with the governor?"
Liu Jun nodded: "Well, one night I went to the state capital to meet with the governor, and we had a very pleasant conversation."
At night? Wang Zhuo's eyes opened wider and wider. He could already imagine what it would be like when Liu Jun and the governor met. He looked at the letter written by Liu Jun in his hand with some hesitation. He was not sure if he would pass it if he handed it over.
Hui even himself was arrested.
Fortunately, Wang Zhuo didn't know that many people died in the Governor's Mansion that day. If he had known, he would probably have packed up and fled as far away as possible.
When Liu Jun arrived at Qingsong Mountain, the traces of the battle were still very conspicuous. He Yunxi collected the people who died in the battle, whether leaders, bandits, women and children, and buried them together in a large pit. There was no monument or biography.
It was just a big earth bag. Liu Jun stood in front of the earth bag and poured down a few glasses of water and wine.
Closing his eyes, many people he had seen before were already lying under this dirt bag, and their voices, faces, and smiles were still clearly engraved in Liu Jun's mind.
In the past, we talked about how bloodthirsty the Red Turban Bandits were and how they killed people without batting an eyelid. However, during Liu Jun's time in the Red Turban Bandits, he did not see any indiscriminate or unnecessary killings.
In Liu Jun's view, there is no difference between them and ordinary villagers under the government. Perhaps the biggest difference is that they dare to resist with a hoe when they encounter oppression.
Liu Jun silently prayed for them in front of the grave, hoping that he would have established a better system when they came back in the next life.
Liu Jun suddenly looked back and saw a lame old man walking towards him with difficulty on crutches. When he got closer, the old man raised his head and saw a man standing in front of the grave. He couldn't help but tremble. When he saw Liu clearly,
Jun's appearance, but his eye circles were red, and two lines of old tears flowed down his cheeks.
"Master Qi, you are finally back." A vague voice came out of his throat.
Liu Jun held up the old man with one hand and his innate strength to sit down in front of the grave.
When the old man's mood calmed down, Liu Jun asked softly: "Uncle, why don't you follow them to the Red Lotus Sect to find me."
In fact, Liu Jun did not remember the existence of this old man.
The old man wiped the tears on his face, but showed a smile: "I am old. I may not die today, but I will die tomorrow. My legs are injured. If I follow them, I will drag them down. We don't do that kind of thing. We are here."
I have lived on the mountain for most of my life, and I can never starve to death. If I run out of breath one day, I can just ask the people at the bottom of the mountain to dig a hole for me and bury me. With the help of the big guys, I might be able to survive if I go down.
I have company."
Liu Jun didn't know whether the old man was helpless or he was just so open-minded. A smile appeared on his face: "It's a good relationship. You won't feel lonely when you have company. Maybe we can be brothers and sisters in the next life."
The old man's eyes were shining, as if he had really seen that scene. The old man looked at Liu Jun with some shyness: "Actually, I am not particularly sad about the death of the village leader. In my opinion, they died.
It's not a bad thing. When they were here, although we didn't have to be angry with the government, our life was not much better than when we were farming.
"But things have changed since the seventh master came. Our life is getting better and better and more prosperous. I always thought that I was living in a dream. Sure enough, with your departure from the seventh master, the dream was shattered.
"I don't know how things got to this point. It seems that as soon as I close my eyes and open my eyes, the village has changed owners. The mountain is now under the control of the government. Although my life seems to be back to the past, every day is just for one bite.
We are busy all the time, but we have gone to Thieves, and the children can go further in the future."
Liu Jun couldn't evaluate the old man's wisdom in life. Although he didn't agree with it, he couldn't say that the old man's ideas were wrong. Liu Jun accompanied the old man to talk, and the old man was basically talking. Liu Jun would talk to him from time to time, and the old man would talk about him.
He talked about the strange things he had seen when he was a child, about happiness and sadness. As he talked, the old man's hands dropped, his face was reflected red by the sunset, and with a smile, his eyes gradually fell.
The sunset was motionless.
Liu Jun knew that this old man had finished his life. He was silent for a while, and then he lifted up a large piece of soil next to the big grave with his hand, forming a tomb more than one meter deep, and buried the old man here.
, Liu Jun planted a chrysanthemum on his grave, turned and left. Perhaps the old man had already reunited with his companions at this moment.
Although Liu Jun's system is now free from the shackles of the past, without the support of big data, his system cannot accurately judge the progress of his martial arts. Everything displayed on his panel is based on his own knowledge.
as the basis.
Just like now, after Liu Jun entered Xiantian, his perception of everything has been greatly enhanced. All the martial arts he practiced before Xiantian, now he only needs to practice it once or twice before he can detect the secrets inside. If divided according to the previous proficiency,
At least you will enter the mastery level.
Although the power of Liu Jun's use was greatly increased, it was just the blessing of innate power. The only one that derived new changes was his own flying knife technique, or in other words, it was just his own flying knife. Liu Jun was promoted to innate power.
At that time, the flying knife was also kept by Liu Jun. It may have been affected by the power of heaven and earth, and the spirituality of the flying knife was further strengthened.
At a certain moment, Liu Jun felt that the flying knife seemed to be really becoming spiritual. Having spiritual intelligence meant that the flying knife had become a living life.
At that moment, Liu Jun thought a lot. If they were like those pure swordsmen, they would want their weapons to be like their own limbs, an extension of their own limbs. They would want their weapons to be full of spirituality, just like their wives.
, however, they never want their weapons to be born with spiritual intelligence, because the birth of spiritual intelligence means that their weapons have their own ideas, which means that they can no longer control it perfectly.
At that moment, Liu Jun hesitated. He was not sure whether he should really allow the flying knife to give birth to his own spiritual intelligence. It might take a long time, or it might be a moment. Liu Jun sighed and allowed the flying knife to have its own spiritual intelligence.
It was then that Liu Jun knew the name of the flying knife - Momentum.
Liu Jun touched his chest. It was empty there. As if he felt Liu Jun's mood, a stream of light shot from the sky and fell in front of Liu Jun. It was at that moment.
Setsuna's blade kept buzzing, telling Liu Jun the new things he saw when he went out this time. Liu Jun responded word by sentence, and Setsuna didn't care, just like a child who had just learned to speak, impatient.
Patiently share all the novel things you see with adults.