"Ah, Jun Ye, are you still telling me to live?" The old farmer was so anxious that he was sweating profusely, and he kept throwing his eyes to the crowd around him asking for help.

But wherever my eyes were, everyone shrank their necks and no one dared to provoke officers and soldiers.

"There are too many five stones. The old man didn't cut much last year. Please reduce some. Can't I kowtow to you all the time..."

He stood there and laughed loudly, with arrogance in his words.

"If you kowtow and make a bird, you have to eat too. Just five stones, and a grain of rice cannot be lost!"

As time passed, the sun was already westward.

Seeing that it was about to be sent to the capital today, the old farmer burst into tears and kowtowed and clasped his hands together, which seemed particularly pitiful.

More and more people were watching. Several floors stood there watching the fun. Some were joking, and most of them were shouting and scolding on the edge, but no one was willing to step forward.

Standing there with his eyes squinted:

"Old man Huang, it's five stones now. If you don't give it to me, maybe I'll finish saying this ten stones. I'll ask you for the last time, will you give it to me?"

"Give it, I'll give it..."

The old farmer lowered his head and said the results that the officers and soldiers hoped for.

At the same time, a horse neighed from a distance.

Several tall horses approached quickly from the official road of Beijing Ji. A young man with short spiritual hair and neat armor tied the reins, looked around, and turned over and dismounted.

The crowd naturally knew that this master must have an extraordinary identity, so he naturally gave way to him without saying much.

Obviously, many people have high hopes for this young man with an extraordinary identity.

The person who came to see the situation and knew that something was wrong at the city gate. He frowned and asked in a deep voice:

"What's going on? Why are you stuck here?"

The old farmer looked at the man's clothes and saw that he was even accompanied by three or five cavalrymen. He was obviously a person with a unique identity.

He quickly pointed at Mr. Zhang, with a crying voice in his words:

"This man used the general official to press me and asked me to hand him five stones of food!"

"Master, you have to make a decision for the common people. He even said that if you don't directly crush him, you have to pay the food!"

The young man frowned and asked around:

"Is this true?"

Some of the people around him watched here for a long time, but most of them dared not speak out. At this time, it seemed that someone was about to stand up and shouted.

"That's it!"

"He said nothing bad!"

Then, the young man stepped forward in front of everyone's eyes and walked up to the gatekeeper's side, looked up and down, sneered, and shouted:

"I'll ask you, are you saying this?"

Mr. Ba also understood that this person's identity might be unusual, but this was in his own place, so he had to bite the bullet and shout:

"It's what the uncle said! What does it have to do with you!"

The visitor did not say a word, turned around silently, and then suddenly pulled out the shiny goose-winged knife from his waist, and the blade slashed across his throat, and blood thrust wildly.

The man always fell down with his throat covering his throat, with an expression of extreme fear and disbelief on his face. The same was true for the officers and soldiers around him, and he did not come back to his senses for a while.

Blood on the ground!

The onlookers were shocked, and the timid ones shook their eyes widened, not knowing whether they should applaud.

The nearby government runners and gentry rushed over to hear the news and were stunned by the scene.

The old farmer didn't expect that this man would kill the officers and soldiers directly. For a moment, his face even looked pale than before. He felt that he was about to have a disaster.

The young man didn't care about it at all. He quietly wiped the bloody goose-winged sword, turned around and returned to his mount, and said:

"It was him who wanted to die himself, I just fulfilled my wish!"

However, when officials and gentry saw that someone had died, the gatekeeper was still the one who was guarding the gate. How could they let the young man and the old peasant leave?

This made a bigger deal.

Not only did he alarm the government and the gentry, he also found the subordinates of the chief officer, the chief officer, and even the deputy officer of the garrison, yelling to take him to the court.

The old farmer collapsed on the ox cart pale, his whole body trembling in dismay.

It's over, it's all over.

There was a clamor here to arrest people, but suddenly someone shouted out.

"The brigade of officers and soldiers are here!"

Sure enough, the cavalry was heading, and the rumbling sounds were getting closer and closer, and the footsteps were getting closer, but the Jizhou army heading to Datong came back at this time.

But Wang Bao is no longer the leader, but his deputy general Xu Jin.

In Datong Town, the Jizhou army's deteriorated military discipline was collectively ridiculed by other soldiers, and Wang Bao was even killed by Sun Chuanting. Xu Jin was full of grievances and had nowhere to vent.

When you see this scene, how can you not take the opportunity to vent your anger?

When Xu Jin dismounted and approached, the officials were taking out a rope to tie the young man up. When they saw the officers and soldiers coming back, they all retreated one after another.

The deputy garrison officer of the garrison resigned and stepped forward to say something to Xu Jin. The latter was furious and pulled out his knife and stepped forward.

"I killed the officers and soldiers and cut off the thief directly!"

"I see who dares to take action!"

The young man narrowed his eyes and said nothing. The cavalry was following the cavalry. Seeing this, the cavalry took out a golden scroll, held it up, and shouted:

"I ordered the reorganization of the arms of Jizhou, and Zhang Shize, the son of the British Duke, is here!"

"Xu Jin, deputy general of Jizhou, and the clerk of the Zuo Tun Guard, are not polite!"

Xu Jin suddenly widened his eyes, and the officers and soldiers around him seemed unbelievable.

The clerk quickly confirmed the sacred edict, but was extremely straightforward. He rushed forward a few steps, knelt at Zhang Shize's feet, and kowtowed:

"The little official is not clear about his affairs, so he apologized for his crime!"

How could anyone onlookers expect that this situation would be the case? They were all stunned, and some people were even more quietly yelling.

Zhang Shize's voice seemed a little deep, but full of momentum. I don't know if he learned it from his father or did it on purpose. There was always a sense of majesty in his words:

"This is the important place of Jifu, and Ji Town is even more the throat of the imperial city!"

"The officers and soldiers are rampant in this way, and they are bullying the common people at will. What is the use of asking you, the Secretary of the Left Guard? What is the use of asking you, the official yamen runners?"

The Secretary of the Secretariat was the largest civil servant in Jizhou City. He was in charge of the guards at the Left Tun in Jizhou. He was scolded like this and nodded repeatedly, his face was as dark as the earth. The officials and servants of the government did not even dare to show their grandeur.

Zhang Shize quietly looked at Xu Jin, the at a loss on the other side, rode his horse around and looked around the people, pointed at the old farmer, shouted:

"If you learn from those treacherous people, who do evil and bully good people because they are officers and soldiers. This is the example, you can just suppress them to death!"

"Your Majesty sent me to Jizhou to suppress them!"

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"Enter the city!"

After saying that, he rode his horse into the city, and the cavalry who came out of the capital also boarded the horse and followed him without saying a word to the General's Mansion.

The assistant secretary stood up, and Xu Jin naturally could not say much, but the officials below the government and the officers in charge of patrol could say more.

He was furious at these people and shouted: "You damn things, some people bully the people and ask for food. Why don't you send someone to report it early?"

"I am in charge of Zuotun Guard, and I can't spare you! There are also civil servants in this area, who are whipping thirty to serve as a warning!"

The people around the clerk, regardless of the matter, pressed the servants and the civil servants to the ground and beat them. This was a real fight, and they kept crying and begging for mercy.

This scene scared the old farmer.

"What kind of official is this person wearing armor? Why is he so powerful that even the Secretary of the Secretariat is so scared!"

Someone quietly reminded.

"Didn't you just say that it is Zhang Shize, the son of the Duke of England! After following the emperor's decree, he came down to rectify the arms of Jizhou!"

Who doesn’t know that Duke of England is the well-deserved leader of the nobles!

The son of the British Duke, that is, this is the future British Duke of the Ming Dynasty!

The old farmer was shocked. He really met a noble man today, and the people around him also started discussing, saying that the officers and soldiers who harmed people were finally valued by the court.
Chapter completed!