The postman was beaten to the point of vomiting blood and said angrily: "You are crazy!"

"Puff!"

A ray of true energy burst out between Lin Mang's fingers, and the postman's arm immediately threw it out.

Lin Mang said indifferently: "The next time it will be your head."

The postman's face turned pale.

Lin Mang said lightly: "Drag it down and let him speak!"

"Yes!" Tang Qi bowed and called the two of them, and took the postman to the next room.

After a while, Tang Qi walked out of the next room and said respectfully: "Sir, you have all the reviews."

"This person is a local bandit."

"Bandit?" Lin Mang frowned slightly and said in surprise: "When can bandits become postmen?"

Tang Qi looked ugly and whispered: "You can just give me money."

Lin Mang said in surprise: "Selling official?"

Although a postman is not considered an official, he is still a person under the government and cannot be a bandit.

Lin Mang had already noticed that this matter was not simple and asked, "What else is there?"

Tang Qi hesitated for a moment, as if he was confused about his words, and slowly said: "According to what this person said, the local Jinyiwei has very little power, and even the Jinyiwei is not fully organized."

"Here, few people take the Jinyiwei seriously."

Lin Mang narrowed his eyes slightly and said with interest: "This matter is becoming more and more interesting."

"It seems that this trip has not been in vain!"

No wonder the one in the palace wanted to come in person.

Even the Jinyiwei has had such a big problem, the situation in Shanxi can be imagined.

Tang Qi did not answer.

Even he was shocked!

The dignified Jinyiwei and the Emperor's Personal Guard will fall to this point.

Lin Mang didn't find it strange.

He had already seen it when he was in Yuanjiang County’s Hundred Houses.

After all, thousands of households and hundreds of households in various places are different from the Beizhen Fushi.

What's more, all the Jinyiwei are inherited by their fathers and sons. The previous one is dedicated to the country, but it does not mean that the next one is.

There are conflicts where there are people, which is inevitable.

I just didn't expect that the situation in Shanxi would be so serious that even the empty salary would happen.

From this point of view, the administration here is really not ordinary chaos.

If not, even a postman would not have dared to underestimate the Jinyiwei.

Lin Mang stood up and said, "Let's rest!"

"Tomorrow, we will take a detour to Shanyin County!"

No words all night.

...

at the same time,

Pingyang Prefecture, Fucheng.

The prefect's office, the back hall.

The prefect of Pingyang Prefecture, Zhou Qian sat on a yellow chair, looked at Meng Fanping, a thousand households in Pingyang, and said in a deep voice: "Calculate the time, the poliest envoy should be here soon."

“How is the matter handled?”

Meng Fanping picked up the tea on the table, took a sip, and chuckled leisurely, "Don't worry, Lord Zhou, there will be no handle left."

"The porridge distribution in the mansion city has begun."

"Those untouchables are already grateful."

"As for each county, I have also sent orders, and they are ready."

Meng Fanping sneered and said quietly: "As for those disobedient unspeakable people, I have dealt with them."

"There are those who dare not say anything. Their family and companions have been controlled, and Liang and others dare not talk nonsense."

Zhou Qian stood up, looked out the window, and said quietly, "You still can't be careless."

"I wrote to the capital that this new governor is not a good person. Even the former Minister of the Ministry of Revenue, the Minister of Justice and other adults were obsessed with him."

"That person is even called the God of Killing in Beijing, and the above-mentioned governor has given instructions many times."

"If this person is really found out, you and I will be unable to protect you."

Meng Fanping sneered: "So what if it's not simple!"

"That was in Beijing, but this is our territory."

He has also heard of this person.

But in his opinion, it was mostly just advocacy.

If he hadn't had connections and power, he would have been promoted to the capital long ago.

How could it be his turn, a young boy, to take the seat of the tutor?

Zhou Qian glanced at Meng Fanping, felt dissatisfied, and scolded: "Mr. Meng, put away your arrogance!"

"This person is not that simple, don't be careless!"

Meng Fanping looked at Zhou Qian contemptuously, stood up and waved his hand, "Mr. Zhou, you should take a break earlier."

"I think you're just too tired!"

"I'm leaving first!"

As he stared at Meng Fanping's departure, Zhou Qian looked helpless and felt a little disappointed.

Staying in Pingyang for too long has already made him feel arrogant.

It would be so simple that this boy could break out from the capital.

"Oh~" Zhou Qian sighed and said quietly: "I hope nothing will happen."

...

Shanyin County,

This is the hardest hit area of ​​the earthquake.

On the official road in the distance, everyone rode their horses and burst into smoke and dust.

Lin Mang looked at the county town that was so close to him and sighed slightly.

Along the way, there are disaster victims everywhere!

The surrounding villages and towns collapsed and countless houses were shattered, and the farmland was flooded.

On the roadside, there are new graves.

Many people even rolled up straw mats and buried them in the pit.

Along the way, I saw no less than ten funeral teams.

When the people look at their eyes, they are afraid of them like tigers and wolves!

Why is this the world of Ming Dynasty?

Soon, everyone came to Shanyin County.

I saw many broken and collapsed in the city walls, and there were even ravines on the roadside.

Many people hid on both sides, revealing deep fear in their eyes.

Lin Mang frowned slightly, turned over and jumped off the Pixiu, and led more than a dozen people into the city.

In the city, nearly half of the houses collapsed and broken from afar.

Even the ground is covered with countless cracks.

A simple shed is surrounded by a simple shed.

The more Lin Mang left, the deeper his brows frowned.

There was not even a single official along the way.

"Sir!" Tang Qi was about to speak, but Lin Mang raised his hand to interrupt.

"Go to the Hundred Houses first!"

After inquiring about the local people, he rushed to the Hundred Houses in Shanyin County.
To be continued...