In front of the eight-character wall of the county government.

Xu Yang, Zhang Dawu and others knelt in rows wearing wooden shackles, and began to show their happy shackles every day.

OK, not pleasant at all.

The ground is very hard, the sun is very sunny, the rain is very cold, the wooden shackles are heavy, and the neighbors' saliva is heartbreaking.

In a word, life is so fucking like a year.

"Manager Xu, why did the lord of the hospital ask us to kneel here?" Someone couldn't help but ask Xu Yang in a low voice.

"The case has not been turned over, how can the lord of the court release him?" Xu Yang said coldly: "If you bear it, today will be the day to turn the tables. At the latest tomorrow, Zhao Shouzheng should beg us to forgive him!"

"No, no, no," Ma stuttered boldly: "I won't forgive."

"Yes, I can't forgive easily." Zhang Dawu nodded with difficulty and said, "We have been shackled for the past few days. People are worse than dogs, and life is worse than death! We must let him apologize publicly and then compensate us for our losses!"

"Yes, compensation for the losses!" Everyone agreed, the dawn of victory was in sight, as if the wooden shackles on their necks were not so heavy.

"Hey, they are here!" Zhang Dawu was tall and suddenly saw someone coming from the west of Yaqian Street, proudly walking over with his hands behind his back.

"How is it? Is it done?" The arsonists stood up excitedly and shouted at the person who came: "Have you pinched Zhao Shouzheng's handle?"

But the person who came only smiled bitterly and did not answer.

"Huh?" The arsonists found something wrong, and saw the Xumen gentry lined up like a marching, and all of them were carrying their hands behind their backs.

There were also archers wearing green clothes on both sides, holding ropes in their hands, which were connected behind the gentry.

"Why were they arrested?" Zhang Dawu was stunned.

"What?" The arsonists were stunned.

At this time, the gate opened and nothing could block their sight. The arsonists saw clearly that the Xumen gentry did not proudly carry their hands behind their backs, but were tied up with their hands behind their backs and brought back in a series...

"I, I..." Ma Dada boldly stammered and couldn't speak.

"Why are you arrested? What a crime?" Xu Yang struggled to get up excitedly, asked with a red face and a thick neck.

"Waste food." A gentleman replied dejectedly.

"Damn." Ma Dadan finally put on that sentence.

"What's the charge?" Xu Yang's chin was about to fall to the ground. "The inspector let them arrest people randomly?"

"Oh, the patrolman was buried in the garbage dump. I don't know whether he was dead or alive." The gentry replied gloomyly, while being shackled and kneeled down on the other side of the eight-character wall.

"What?!" Xu Yang felt the eyes dark, and the world was no longer as familiar to him.

In fact, I was just a furious person who fell to the ground... I was stuck in the wood shackle and my head was stomped on the ground.

"Ruch." Ma Dadao put out the last two words.

At Banshan Bridge Wharf, Zhao Shouzheng evacuated the riots and came to the messy wharf.

Without caring about anything else, I first took out Lin Xunzhang and his followers from the garbage dump.

The archers stuffed their noses and shoveled the garbage from the boat into the river with wooden shovels.

Zhao Shouzheng looked at the pile of garbage ships that were more than one person tall and couldn't help but sigh secretly, "Damn it, ruthless."

He was really worried about Lin Xunzhang's life and death. A person's death may be heavier than Mount Tai or as light as a feather, but he cannot die in the garbage no matter what.

When the archers cleaned up the surface of the garbage, they realized that it was not that serious...

The reason why this garbage pile looks tall and large is actually because the Lord of the Courtyard and his followers piled up rice bags into a tomb-like bunker to resist the "rain of bullets" from all directions.

Cai Ming moved two rice bags and saw the patrolman and his followers curled up in the "grave bag" like a nest of quails. The patrolman was still trembling.

Yuan Fang and others walked out of the "grave bag" one by one, but Lin Xunwang could not come out anyway.

"Press the lord, the lord." Mr. Zhao Er leaned into the 'grave' and shouted softly: "It's safe outside, you can come out, vomit..."

The smell inside was so ecstatic that Mr. Zhao almost didn't vomit on the spot.

Lin Xun pressed his head lower, but said firmly: "No, I won't go out!"

"Uh." Mr. Zhao Er was kind and soft-hearted, and he tried to resist his disgust and softly, "Come out, it's so amazing here."

"It's better to die of fumigation than to die of shame." Lin Xun said Youyou.

"No one can see it anymore, don't be ashamed." Zhao Shouzheng showed his ability to coax his son back then and said, "There are people from the yamen outside, and there is not a single ordinary person."

"Those people are not good either." Lin Xunwang shook his head and said, "Please lift the sedan chair directly onto the boat."

"I have to build a shed for you to hide my shame, right?" But when he heard a cold snorkeling, someone kicked the "grave bag" into pieces.

"Ah!" The bag of grain fell down with a bang, and almost buried Lin Xun in it again. Lin Pingzhi looked up in horror and saw the demon-like boy appearing next to Zhao Shouzheng at some point.

"Okay, OK." Zhao Shouzheng hurriedly pulled his son away, smiled bitterly and said to Lin Xun: "Don't mess with him, Lord of the Courtyard, this kid has a bad temper."

Not to mention, when Zhao Hao bluffed, Lin Xun was no longer blindfolded and his legs were no longer weak. He stood up with the food bag.

Then he covered his face with his dirty sleeves, and with Yuan Fang's support, he stepped deep and shallow to the shore.

I realized that my sedan chair had turned into a pile of waste wood, one piece, one piece, was broken on the ground and could not be seen.

The sacred "Inspector Censor" official title card was left with only the last word...

Lin Xun pressed his shoulders and trembled, almost burst into tears.

Two hundred years after the founding of the Ming Dynasty, he is the worst inspector, right?

Zhao Shouzheng was reluctant to let go and asked someone to carry his sedan chair over quickly, ask the patrol officer to go up, quickly go back to the mansion to wash it, change his clothes before talking.

When the sedan chair was carried away, Mr. Zhao Er asked someone to clean up the wharf again, especially to rescue the food as much as possible, and waste less rice.

Then he hooked his son's neck, rubbed his head hard, and smiled, "Stupid brat, I miss my father so much!"

"Uh..." Mr. Zhao said, why does this sound so much like a swearing person?

But he couldn't find any fault, so he smiled bitterly: "I miss my father too. You have lost weight even if you are black."

"Aren't you the same?" Zhao Shouzheng said with a comparison of his son's head: "Oh, it's much taller."

"Is there any? Really?" Mr. Zhao loved to hear this. He was surrounded by a group of tall and fierce men all day long, and always felt like a malnourished bean sprout.

"Hahaha, yes, it's really tall." Zhao Shouzheng was so happy that there was nothing more joyful than seeing his son.

So much so that he forgot that he didn't wear boots.

The sole of the foundation official boots is one inch tall.

Of course he would feel that Zhao Hao suddenly became taller.

In fact, the two of them have only been apart for half a month, so where have they grown?
Chapter completed!