"Oh? I don't know this, please tell me?"

"Kill the Fengjun, behead the crime."

Yang Gan nodded and glanced at Chrisna. The latter immediately understood and put down the long knife in his hand.

Wei Yangjun breathed a long sigh of relief and unconsciously touched the sweat on his forehead. Just then, he even felt the breath of death.

Yang Gan bowed and said, "Mr. Wei Yang, I have something to ask for advice?"

"Hmph, let me tell me? If you ask for forgiveness, I will be spared. Today I must take that bitch away. By the way, there are these two barbarian women, otherwise I will step on the farm." Wei Yangjun gritted his teeth and his eyes flashed. After a little heat.

"I want to ask, what crime should the county magistrate attack on the general of Xia?"

Wei Yangjun thought about it carefully and said, "It must be considered a rebellion."

"Okay, Wei Yangjun admits it, then I'll feel relieved. Haven't you kept asking who I am? Listen, I'm the general of Daxia Zhenbei, the governor of Yuntong County, and Yang Gan."

Yang Gan's face changed and he said loudly, "Mr. Wei Yang, attacked General Daxia and the county magistrate, and sent evil slaves to attack my farm. His crimes should be punished."

"Mr. Wei Yang, please bear to take the law."

Wei Yangjun was shocked. Yang Gan was very powerful. He had heard rumors about this person in Chaoxian, and even rumors about him were circulating among various vassal states.

"You, I don't know you are Yang Gan. Everyone is serving the country. County Governor Yang doesn't have to do this."

"Being presumptuous, I'm going to let you die today."

Wei Yangjun was shocked and hurriedly said, "You, what do you want to do? The doctor cannot be punished. You should not lynch me, otherwise..."

Yang Gan showed an innocent expression, "Oh, Wei Yangjun, don't worry, I will send you on the road very happily. If you kill you, it won't be considered as a punishment, right?"

"etc....."

Before Wei Yangjun could finish his words, Yang Gan clenched his fist with his right hand and raised it high, and suddenly thrust towards Wei Yangjun's head with unrivaled strength.

"Puff~~~~~~Knock!"

I saw Wei Yangjun's head rotated back 180°, his cheeks sunken, and his whole body was spinning like a gyro and was knocked away for four or five meters.

After a "thump" sound, there was no sound.

Chrisna twitched the corner of her mouth, and after fighting with the bear, her strength became stronger. Do you have to go and fight with a bear if you have time?

Zhang Yumeng widened her eyes and pulled Fei Lian, "Then, is that Wei Yangjun dead?"

Fei Lian's eyes were staring at Wei Yangjun's body. Although the distance was a bit far, there was no hot breath in his mouth and nose, and no ups and downs. In an instant, a terrifying feeling swept across his body.

He looked bitter and said, "Die."

Zhang Yumeng immediately jumped out, walked to Wei Yangjun's body, kicked her with her feet, and looked at Yang Gan in disbelief, "You, did you beat him to death with one punch?"

Yang Gan grinned and covered his right shoulder, gently shook his arm, "Hmm? What's wrong? I only used less than half of the force for such garbage."

"Oh my God, if you use all your strength..."

"Strength interacts with each other, am I full and full?"

Zhang Yumeng was stunned and murmured, "Yes, my hands hurt very much."

Fei Lian immediately stepped forward and bent down, and said in shock, "Young Master, are you the governor of County Yang? Caomin is really blind and you can't even recognize him. I really didn't think so.

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Arrive, I didn't expect..."

"I didn't expect that the powerful Yang Junjun Magistrate was not an eight-foot-foot-strong man?" Yang said with a smile.

Fei Lian touched his head embarrassedly, showing a honest expression on his face. "It is rumored that County Magistrate Yang is 1 zhang tall and has a waistline of 1 zhang. He ate one stone on a big rhino."

"He is ten feet tall and the waist is ten feet tall, that's square." Yang Gan twitched the corners of his mouth.

"Fei Lian does me a favor."

"Mr. County Magistrate, please give me instructions."

"You are my disciple, so you should call me the head or the young master, but my disciple has always called me the young master. You and Yu'er go to Weiyangjun's mansion..."

After Yang Gan called Xiao Yu over, he whispered, "Investigate Wei Yangjun's various evil deeds, and...."

"And his property?" Xiao Yu smiled.

Yang Gan narrowed his eyes, and the corners of his mouth were placed on the back of his head. After passing the tiger talisman from Zhang Yumeng, he smiled and said, "Those who know me are Yu'er, I'll give you the tiger talisman, take someone with me."

"promise!"

After Yang Gan took everyone back, Fei Lian smiled at Xiaoyu and said, "Xiao Xiaoma, let's go!"

"Go? Where to go?" Xiao Yu said strangely.

Fei Lian wondered and said loudly, "Didn't the young master ask us to go to Wei Yangjun's mansion?"

"Hey, your voice is gentle." Xiaoyu sighed and said, "There are hundreds of troops in the village. When they eat and drink, they will take the carriage to Wei Yangjun's mansion, otherwise how can valuable things be transported back? .....”

Fei Lian was shocked, Nima, this is going to search the house. Judging from the tacit understanding between the two, they should be regular offenders.

Xiaoyu had his own plans, whether to raid the house, or to kill his whole family after the house was raided. There were too many choices, which was very tangled.

Yang Gan led everyone to the inside of the house. It was so cold outside that it was about to die. It was not long before dinner was about to come, and I didn't know what to eat tonight.

Along the way, King Xia Wen jumped out and said incrediblely, "Young Master, are you really killing Mr. Wei Yang?"

"Hmm? What's wrong?"

"Oh, you've caused a big disaster. Wei Yangjun and the Prime Minister are in-laws, and his family is very powerful..."

"Isn't it illegal to assassinate the county magistrate?"

"That's right, but the punishment cannot be punished. No matter what, he is also a scholar-official."

"I didn't punish you. Didn't you say that a scholar can be killed and not humiliated? Then I will kill him, which not only fulfills the national law, but also preserves the dignity of the scholar-officials."

King Xia Wen and the other two grew their mouths.

“What he said makes sense.”

"Well, why do I feel it too."

"I feel like he said this, leaving us speechless..."

King Xia Wen gave Qu Xiuwen a look, and the latter immediately understood and bowed to Yang Gan, "Young Master, I want to ask for advice on everything, but I wonder if it is convenient now?"

"Old Qu, we are all so familiar with each other. There is nothing to ask for or not. Let's discuss each other. But I just used too much force and my wound seemed to be cracked. I want to go back to my room to rest. Come together for dinner. I'll treat you all. how?"

Yang Gan covered his shoulders, sore and sore, which really made people feel unhappy.

"Young Master's injuries are so repeated, it's better to listen to Zhang Xiaoniang's words and not take action." Qu Xiuwen said with concern.

Zhang Yumeng jumped immediately

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He came out and complained to King Xia Wen and others, "I told him not to do anything, but he didn't believe it. He originally had his physique, which could heal in more than ten days, but now he has a bloody collapse."

King Xia Wen frowned. He didn't want his son to have sequelae. He couldn't help but persuade him, "Yes, young master, if you can do it, don't do it in the future, and endure it for ten days and half a month."

"Oh, it's so long-winded, just like an old mom, OK, I understand." Yang Gan dug his ears and walked into the house with an indifferent look on his face.

Although I felt it was long-winded, my heart was warm. Some people felt good about caring, which added a hint of warmth to the severe cold.

When I came to the room, the warmth and the cold formed a strong sense of temperature difference, which made people unable to help but nostalgia for the inside of the room.

After all, this place is not a mansion. Fujikojin lives downstairs, and the other girls live wherever they want. However, for the convenience of Yang Gan, everyone usually lives downstairs, and only Zhang Yumeng lives upstairs.

She often yells that she likes to live in high places, but others don’t understand it, but Yang Gan can understand it. In a metropolis, buildings below ten floors are collectively called low-rise buildings. The higher the scenery, the better the view, and the wider the view.

"Oh, Yang Gan, can you not take off your clothes everywhere... Is it okay if the mink cloak is not cheap?"

Seeing Yang Gan taking off his clothes again, Zhang Yumeng's obsessive-compulsive disorder came straight up.

"Oh, don't worry about your clothes. Come and take a look for me quickly. Is the back of my shoulders cracked?" Yang Gan was so depressed that he could have clothes more important than himself?

After Zhang Yumeng hung her clothes on the hanger, she came behind Yang Gan and took off the gauze. When she saw the blood leaking out of it, she couldn't help but breathe a lot of relief.

"It's bleeding, but it's not bloody. It's okay, as long as it doesn't suppurate."

Zhang Yumeng came to the balcony and saw cans of wine placed. After opening the can, she saw a thick layer of ice floating on the wine.

In the cold, I grabbed the ice and threw it downstairs. After sorting it out, I took the jar in and made a clean sackcloth soaked it in.

Yang Gan shrugged his nose and said in surprise, "Damn, you really got alcohol to pull it out? What can you do?"

"Are you stupid? Don't you know the wine you make yourself? I don't know if there was any white wine in ancient times, but I know that distilled liquor can reach more than 60°. If you distillate it up, the alcohol level will probably not increase much."

"But the freezing point of water is below zero degrees, and the freezing point of alcohol is -117°. Throw the wine jar outside the house and freeze for one night. What is frozen is water. Throw it away, and the rest is alcohol. Of course, the purity cannot be 100%, estimated to be above 90%, but it's enough."

Yang Gan couldn't help but turn his head and give Zhang Yumeng a thumbs up, "Awesome, do you know this kind of unpopular knowledge?"

Zhang Yumeng said in surprise, "Isn't this common sense?"

"Your uncle, ordinary people don't know whether it's good or not. Who throws the liquor into the refrigerator after eating? But you seem to be able to make this thing in winter."

Zhang Yumeng wrung the linen cloth and suddenly stuck it to Yang Gan's wound.

"Hiss~~~~ Ah!!!!"

After Yang Gan howled, he suddenly covered his mouth and his face immediately changed. This was not painful, at most half of the pain was cold, and half was cold.

"Who told you that you can only purify alcohol in winter? Just make ice with saltpeter. Alas, the cost will be getting higher and higher. Unfortunately, I can't synthesize ethanol for the time being, but the cost is still hopeless."

Yang Gan widened his eyes and said, "Really? How to do it?"
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