Meng Jia glanced at Peng Bo, his eyes cold, as if he was looking at a dead person.
"Sir, it really hurts..."
Peng Bo swallowed a sip of saliva and couldn't breathe anymore. He always felt that Meng Jia would suddenly punch him at the next moment.
Meng Jia withdrew his gaze, half-closed his eyes, and said tiredly: "Go."
Peng Bo ran out quickly, and the clerk came up to him and said softly: "Your Majesty, something serious has happened. Those who went to the capital to complain were blocked when they reached the city gate."
"Blocked? What do they dare to do? Do they dare to lock people up and not allow them to go out?"
Peng Bo's high expectations suddenly came to nothing, and he was so angry: "Where is the person? Where has he gone? How did she know that he was one of ours?"
The clerk said in embarrassment: "He was taken to the drug store. Just now, my subordinates saw that Mrs. An Guo also went to the drug store, probably to bribe and intimidate.
As for why they knew they were our people, I really don’t know..."
Peng Bo was so angry that he kicked him hard: "You are a bitch who fails to succeed but fails to succeed!"
"Do you want my subordinates to bring some people to snatch those few out? It's better to take charge of the county magistrate now. If we scare them, they will still listen to us."
The scribe felt aggrieved. How could he be blamed for this? He was just an errand boy.
Peng Bo kicked him hard again and cursed: "You idiot, when did you dare to publicly rob and scare people?"
The scribe shrank his shoulders in grievance, saying, "This doesn't work, that doesn't work. What do you want him to do?"
Peng Bo walked back angrily: "Where is Mr. Meng Twelve?"
He saw Meng Twelve in the palm-sized garden of the county government office, and hurriedly went up to report: "Master Twelve, something serious has happened..."
Meng Twelve said calmly: "No problem, since my tenth brother wants this case to proceed according to normal procedures, then listen to him."
Peng Bo frowned: "The imperial envoy is obviously facing that way. Master Twelve, you have to think of a way. How can you turn your elbows outward? The prime minister only has one son..."
Meng Twelve raised his hand to stop him and shook his head gently.
Peng Bo looked up and saw Meng Jia standing at the other end of the garden, looking here expressionlessly.
Peng Bo subconsciously softened his legs and feet, nodded and bowed: "Hello, sir."
Mengjia ignored him, turned around and walked away.
As evening approaches, the sky is filled with glow.
Mu Yunhan finally persuaded the last victim who was planning to go to Beijing to file a complaint and made him promise not to go to Beijing to cause trouble for the time being.
After sending away the victims, Mu Yunhan looked at the sky and called Mu Li and others: "Let's go have dinner with the victims."
Although the victims were given money and rice, in the past few days, the Yaoshantang Pharmacy arranged a large pot of rice to cook.
At this time, she happened to go over and have dinner with the victims.
The most fearful thing for the victims of the disaster is that no one will take care of them.
If she shows her face more, they will feel at ease, and when they are at ease, it will be less likely to cause trouble.
Sure enough, as soon as Mu Yunhan stepped into the street, the victims who were eating rushed over and surrounded her, asking questions.
Mu Yunhan smiled and answered them one by one. Seeing Ma Jingen and the other leaders gathering together, he went over to chat with them.
Ma Jingen had just seen her methods and was very afraid of her.
The others were more respectful than afraid of Mu Yunhan, and they talked and laughed, which was quite harmonious.
Suddenly I saw a group of children running next to me, singing nursery rhymes loudly.
Mu Yunhan's expression changed after he heard the beginning.