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Out of anger, Xiao Changhua was almost bursting with anger.

Feng Jixiang was detained.

It doesn't matter. Magistrate Xiao has already considered the possibility. Just take it. Is it possible that his life can be used to threaten the government? Haha, even if he is cut into pieces by thieves, so what? A seventh-grade magistrate

What does it mean to be called Zhimaguan, what does a chief registrar mean? Ninth-grade, that is called a low-ranking official! The magistrate will not take the life of a low-ranking ninth-grade chief registrar seriously. Having said that, the other party also sent two hostages, which shows that the thieves

It was indeed deliberate. Magistrate Xiao was angry about this.

The guards brought these two people back, and they definitely couldn't live outside. There were so many people talking, and if something unexpected happened, it wouldn't be worth missing out on important events, so they could only quietly settle down in the West Flower Hall of the Magistrate's Yamen.

That Ronaldinho finally gave him his hand when they met, and seemed to be more talkative. The one Wen Zouzou must have come from a good family; the other one was just a complete fucking bastard! He just mopped the chair and sat down carelessly, his two evil eyes chattering.

He glanced around and asked him what he called him. When he opened his mouth, he said his surname was Liu, and then changed his surname to Guan. Xiao Changhua made a bet in his mind: if he asked again later, this guy would definitely change his surname to Zhang or Zhao—

—I heard that Mr. Shu chose the surname for himself when he talked about "Three Kingdoms", and you can't go wrong! It's nothing wrong. He grew up in a den of thieves and was an unruly thief. Magistrate Xiao could understand and secretly named him "

Nicknamed "Liu Guan, Zhang Zhao".

Not long after he sat down, Liu Guan and Zhang Zhao shamelessly slapped the coffee table and shouted that they were hungry. Well, Mr. Xiao, the magistrate, waved his hand and asked his servants to bring some food. Xiao Luo's eating appearance can still be seen, but this one is better, two

The dirty hands pick up the white fat meat and stuff it into the mouth alternately. It can make people sick to death!

Xiao Changhua sighed, turned his eyes and looked at the banner on the wall that said "Tolerance is great", he recited it silently dozens of times and endured it.

Waiting patiently for him to lick the plate clean, I was about to ask a few questions - if you can get some details about the thief, I have to try - this straight thief actually licked her face and said that she was not full and wanted more!

Magistrate Xiao could only wave his hand again...

The appetite of these two people astonished everyone present - the polite Ronaldinho seemed to be eating quite quietly at first glance, but his speed was no slower than that of Liu Guan and Zhang Zhao! Magistrate Xiao opened his eyes today

:The legendary starving ghost is reincarnated, so this is what it looks like!

After finally waiting for the two of them to feel their swollen bellies, they let out a series of long belches. Xiao Changhua picked up the tea cup and was about to ask questions. Liu Guan and Zhang Zhao wiped their oily hands on the tattered clothes, stood up and started to fill up again.

I wandered around the house! I touched here and there, leaving oil stains everywhere and bringing down a vase, but I still want to go to the main hall! You, a thief covered in pudding holes, openly wandered around in the prefectural lobby, then...

Doesn’t the whole Yulin Mansion know that this man is a traitor? Xiao Changhua winked, and the personal guard Xiao Yong who was blocking the door quickly pulled out half of his waist knife, and he just blocked the way with his body. There was a "snap" sound on his face.

Then there were a few big, greasy, dirty and red handprints - the thief actually slapped it with a big mouth, and then started to curse! Xiao Changhua stared blankly at the spray from this big mouth like a meteor shower.

The spitting stars that burst out, the little rays of light reflected in the afterglow of the setting sun, shone and fell, and his mind, which could be used to write a poem in seven steps and rely on a horse to write a thousand words, went blank for an instant. Xiao Yong was also stupid: on weekdays, other officials would have to buy three points of face.

I'm used to being bullied by others, so I was stunned by such a sudden attack... If Ronaldinho hadn't stepped forward to stop him and whispered a few words of advice, I don't know what would have happened next!

Xiao Changhua really wanted to hang this guy up and dip him in cold water with a leather whip. Oh, no, he would also add a lot of coarse salt particles to the water by his own hands and beat him to death. However, he knew very well that he could only think about it.

Forget it, Confucius said: A little impatience will mess up a big plan. These two bad lives are not worth trading for your own bright future.

So he went to Zhou Chizheng with a dark face and said stiffly: "These two guys are left to you. If something goes wrong, you are the only one to ask!" He stamped his feet and left.

Zhou Tongpian regrets: How come his "illness" suddenly healed when Feng Jixiang left the city! Judging from Xiao Changhua's face, he can no longer be "ill" this time - otherwise

, definitely, definitely, and definitely, I will really get a "serious illness", maybe I will be sick for the rest of my life! I had to bite the bullet and pick up the hem of my official uniform and trot towards the West Flower Hall.

As the saying goes, wisdom arises out of haste. On the road of just a few dozen steps, Zhou Tongpan, who was "full of courage", thought of the scene he saw in the rebel camp, and actually figured out a clever trick.

"Two distinguished guests, are you interested in playing some tricks?" Before entering the flower hall, Zhou Tongpan's enthusiastic voice came in.

gamble!

This was what left the deepest impression on Zhou Chi in the rebel barracks.

Not to mention the leaf cards, there were only a few complete dice in the barracks - but the lack of gambling equipment was not a problem for the soldiers. Just grabbing a piece of grass and guessing the odds and ends of the bets could make the beggars grinning and selflessly excited.

Throughout the day, the rebels had little money in their pockets, so the bets were all kinds of:

You can bet on drinking cold water - Zhou Tongpan once witnessed a guy lying on the ground unable to move. His belly filled with well water was as swollen as a suffocated toad. Well, the moaning sound was much quieter than the cry of a toad.

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You can bet on calling me daddy - a few guys would call you me and he would call you, and each time they would kneel down and kowtow solemnly. Soon, every guy's face would be covered with dirt and grass leaves.

They were all excitedly rubbing their dirty hand fingers forward and backward.

You can bet on a slap in the mouth - Zhou Tongpan once watched with great interest a guy who had extremely bad luck in gambling. His cheeks were so swollen that he looked like a pig that even his own mother could not recognize, and he was still slurring bravely.

He mutters unclearly about his desire for revenge, and actively engages in new gambling games one after another and continues to get slapped in the moving scenes.

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Liu Jianlin, oh, it's Guan Jianlin now, of course he wanted to bet, but he knew that he didn't have even half a copper in his pocket, so he hesitated a little. On the contrary, Luo Shifan had more clever ideas, and he rolled his eyes and responded without saying a word: "Great

, Great!" Guan Jianlin was still squirming, but he forced him to sit down.

After a brief inspection, he realized that at least one of the two people must be illiterate. Zhou Chizheng clapped his hands and asked someone to bring the dice.

In the blink of an eye, the three people, whose identities, status, appearance, and positions were all very different, gathered around and started shouting like brothers.

Feng Jixiang, who stayed in the camp, was in dire straits. Before Chen time passed, Guan Shengyun had already slapped another broken table and shouted three times that he was going to stew him. Fortunately, he was stopped by the magistrate of Luo County, oh, now Master Luo.

Come down. Master Luo is really a good man. When he went to Fucheng pitifully to beg for money and food, he made things difficult for him many times. He really didn't hold any grudge... Chief Feng was moved and wrote a letter according to Master Luo's instructions.

On the one hand, he vowed that these "righteous men" took good care of him with great enthusiasm and thoughtfulness, and his safety was absolutely guaranteed. On the other hand, he implored Magistrate Xiao to immediately send more capable subordinates with the power to make on-the-spot judgments to "negotiate the details of recruitment." Finally, he tactfully said

I mentioned that there are "thousands" of "righteous men" outside who work all night long to build various "offensive and defensive war tools" so that they can be "used in the city" - the mystery of the Chinese characters is here: the "righteous men" use war tools for

On the wall of the city, it was built and given to the magistrate. Anyone who gets the letter can explain it to Chief Feng. Unfortunately, Chief Feng has already lost his head: his writing skills were honed in the officialdom for many years.

As a result, even if it had become instinctive, in normal times, the double act performed by Guan and Luo would have been discovered long ago.

Xiao Changhua is not a fool. He sent out several scouts the night before yesterday to get a glimpse of the true nature of the bandits. For those who have been able to carry money, food, soldiers and horses in the important frontier town for many years, most people would have been kicked out long ago. Besides, there are households with students all over the world.

Mr. Yuan, the Minister of the Ministry, will not make a special trip to the house of Mr. Wang, Minister of the Ministry of War, to eat a mouthful of spicy dogwood for every student who has a name!

Unfortunately, Guan Shengyun and Luo Yonghao are not stupid either.

The former was born in the border army and received systematic professional training for more than ten years, while the latter has been in the officialdom for a long time - not to mention the past glory, a single county magistrate has not moved his home for seven or eight years, which can really be regarded as a long time - he is familiar with it.

The two men, who had eaten and drank enough, murmured about the way the government operated and made some arrangements.

Gu Baihua is a horse thief from Yunnan. He was arrested in a siege by officers and soldiers many years ago. The first culprit was exposed to the public. As an accessory, he was transferred into the army. Now he leads a battalion here in Guan Shengyun. The night before last, he and several other battalion officers surrounded Bai Huahua.

After dinner, he was stroking the high-quality official silver ingots, looking at the big hole on the roof of the tent with confused eyes, dreaming about marrying a wife - the wife in his imagination was the image of Xizi, who was a private prostitute, and he was

The only woman I have met so far in my life... It's a pity that the good dream didn't last long. As soon as saliva flowed from the mouth, Guan Shengyun took her out. According to Master Luo's instructions, he selected about twenty guys with excellent riding skills and rode them.

The fast horse, which had been prepared for the run, disappeared into the night.

Xiao Changhua looked at the two bloody heads in front of him, and his fear gradually outweighed his anger, even though these two people were his confidants.

Early in the morning, at the turn of the Yin Mao period, the three sent out sentries all returned - one of them was the owner of the two heads, Xiao Ren and Xiao Li.

The name of Yongpai (in order to show awe, the two words "Tian" and "Jun" are homophonic).

According to Xiao Yi, at night, while they were lying far away, they saw brightly lit lights in the thieves' camp, and people moving around in full swing. In that formation, there must have been two to three thousand people tossing about! According to the normal situation, the working people

They should all be auxiliary soldiers, plus at most the garrison soldiers. The soldiers were all sleeping and resting to recharge their batteries - Xiao Changhua thought of Feng Jixiang's last letter saying that the bandits' strength was "five thousand tigers and wolves", and he was afraid.

Or maybe it was missing - at dawn, he and Xiao Jun heard movement a mile or two to the east and wanted to explore further, but not far away, they were blocked by forty or fifty enemy cavalry. This number was

It was an exaggeration. Gu Baihua only brought more than twenty people in total, divided into two teams, each with about ten people. The leader of the thief came over with two heads thrown in, and said he was patrolling for Mr. Xiao of Yulin Mansion. He had just been arrested

I killed two bandits and asked them to bring them to Mr. Xiao to ask for credit! Of course Xiao Yi knew Xiao Ren and Xiao Li. In order to survive, he quickly picked them up and sent them back. The thieves shouted behind them that no matter how many bandits poke their heads in, they would

How many people will be killed, let Master Xiao rest assured... On the way back, we encountered another group of people - their situation was similar!

While I was in a state of confusion, I received another report: Someone had sent another book to the thief!
Chapter completed!