The quiet valley was awakened by the dense sound of horse hooves. The leaves trembled in the sound of hooves. The dry leaves kept falling down. They floated in the air and fell softly to the ground.

The woodcutter who entered the mountain to chop wood quickly stood by the roadside. The simple mountain people dared not block the army's way forward. He watched the tall knights with bright armor and war horses pass by one after another, thinking that when he was a child, he once rode on a bamboo pole and waved wooden sticks to play war games with his friends. Every boy had the dream of becoming a soldier in his heart, but some people realized it, while others could never do it.

He was looking at the cavalry curiously, and suddenly, a feather arrow shot out from the galloping horse team and hit his forehead with an arrow. The poor woodcutter didn't understand what was going on, so he fell straight to the sky, and the blood flowed down the arrow sores, covering the eyes that were dying with eyes.

The general who put away the bow and arrow angrily rebuked: "This small path is to avoid people's eyes and ears. If you meet anyone along the way, you will be killed without any mercy!"

"Kill without any consequences!" The cavalry shouted in unison, and the long horses passed through the mountains quickly, and the dust raised by the horse's hooves still floated in the air, covering the cold corpse.

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Locally, people from the branch office of the Office of the Inspection Department know a business called "piling". Because the Office of the Inspection Department has the privilege of investigating, the superiors can monitor officials and the subordinates can supervise the people, and the power is almost unrestricted. Therefore, once the hand is tense, there will be some bad sheep and come out to make some extra money.

The frequency of pile driving can not be considered high, but it is definitely not low. It depends on the attitude of the supervisor. If it is a supervisor who opens his eyes and closes his eyes, then his subordinates will feel at ease and boldly drive piles. Once they make money, they will also have a filial piety to the supervisor. However, if you have a supervisor like Qin Fei, pile driving becomes a very dangerous thing... Qin Fei, who has always felt good about himself and feels that his sense of justice will explode in minutes, hates "piling".

In the west of Anzhou City, there is a dilapidated temple. The ancient Buddha of golden lacquer has been many years since the golden lacquer on his body, and the golden lacquer on his body has been scraped clean by the crazy man. Now, he is sitting in the divine chef, quietly watching the various aspects of the world. The curtains on both sides of the divine chef are dirty and ragged, and are often pulled down by homeless men as clothes. Over time, only a few cloth strips have been pulled.

The incense burner in front of the Buddha was covered with ashes. I don’t know how long it took for anyone to come to eat incense. The worn futon was the pillow of a homeless man who came here to sleep at night. The temple door could not be closed. Because one of the door panels had long been removed and was regarded as the bed panels for beggars to sleep.

A young man with a bruised nose and a bloody body was lying softly on the ground, with two small pieces of silver and a handful of copper coins scattered around him.

Around him, there were four spies in the inspection hall, perhaps because they were a little tired of fighting. The four of them stopped and snorted coldly for the leader: "I have come out to drive piles. I have never seen such a shabby one. Four cents of silver and twenty copper coins. I want to send us? Do we think our brothers are begging for food?"

The young man hummed weakly, and said something in a vague way.

The spy squatted down and looked at him coldly: "Boy, think clearly that money is something external to you. Don't always be reluctant to spend money to make yourself suffer. If you don't have money to respect you, we brothers will take you back to the black prison of the Procuratorate Hall and put a charge of being disrespectful. You have no place to make sense. At that time, it will not be a matter of how much money."

The young man seemed to be smiling bitterly, but the expression on his face was even worse than crying. Of course, he knew what piling was, that is, the official arrested someone casually, and first pulled him to the place where no one was, and beat him to see how much money he could extort. If there was less, they would take it themselves; if there was too much, they would prepare a filial piety for their superiors. If there was too little, or they could not take it out at all, it would depend on the mood of the spies. If there was a good mood, they would beat him. If there was a bad mood, they would be taken to prison and torture.

"I'm just so many... I'm not a local... I won't have more..." The young man stammered and said a few words, spitting out a mouthful of blood, unable to help coughing violently, perhaps hurting his lungs.

"Continue to fight!" the secret agent angrily said, "I'm shameless."

"Wait, brother, it seems that someone is coming..." Another spy made a gesture of silence. The four of them kept their mouths and listened with their ears. Sure enough, they heard footsteps coming from outside, and it seemed that there were still a few people talking.

"You're lucky!" The spy leaned over and picked up the silver and copper coins on the ground, kicked the young man hard, and evacuated quickly with his accomplices.

A glimmer of vitality appeared in the young man's heart. He struggled to sit up and walked into several people who looked like a kind man and a trusted woman outside the dilapidated temple. He suddenly saw the young man with blood on his face. He looked surprised on his face. He then surrounded him and supported the shaking young man and asked, "Are you thieves? Do you want us to take you to the clinic?"

A trace of harshness flashed across the young man's face and said resentfully: "Although I am not a thief, I am even more cruel than a thief. If the fellow villagers didn't happen to pass by, I would probably not even be able to save my life. If you don't thank you for your kindness, you will definitely repay you in the future. As for the clinic, you don't have to go. Please give me some fellow villagers a ride. I really can't walk now."

"Sending someone is a trivial matter. I don't know where the guy lives?" asked the good men and women.

"Anzhou South City Garage Center!"

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Old Man Feng had to retire. He was bored and Mei Fan, who had been dismissed, were sitting side by side by the pond. Old Man Feng usually had better patience. Old Man Feng held a fishing rod and looked at the water calmly. Mei Fan could not stand it. When he turned around, he saw Old Man Feng adjusting another big fish. He angrily threw the fish rod into the water and cursed: "If a person is unlucky, he has no luck in fishing. All the fish you caught in the morning can be sold. I didn't even catch a loach. I didn't even catch a loach. Is my bait smelly?"

He actually pinched the bait, leaned in front of his nose and smelled it, threw it on the ground in disgust, and cursed: "It's really smelly."

"When I was at your age, I thought my bait was smelly." Old Man Feng smiled and picked the fish, threw it into the bucket beside him, stretching comfortably: "Being a human being is like fishing, you must endure loneliness. The fish is still testing the bait, so you are in a hurry to retract the line, of course you can't catch the fish. In fact, we are just trying to be patient with the fish. After testing for a long time, they thought the bait was fine, so they would naturally eat it. After taking the stomach, it was our meal on the plate."

Mei Fan had no patience and jumped up: "Are you a monk? Are you a monk? I have been with you for so many years, so why should I talk and do something? Just say I am an impatient person, and I can't do anything?"

"I said, will you change it?" Old Man Feng smiled slightly.

"You two are indeed here, but I want me to have a meal." A familiar voice came from a distance.

Inspector Feng asked without looking back: "But inspector Jiang Zhenglong?"

"Old Feng's ears are really good." Jiang Zhenglong walked up with a smile, clasped his fists and said, "I haven't seen Mr. Feng and Inspector Mei for a few days, and my style is still the same."

Old Man Feng turned around and saw a man in his thirties standing beside Jiang Zhenglong. The man had two beards, his eyebrows were like swords, and his expression was a little arrogant. He stood beside Jiang Zhenglong, and he had no intention of greeting Old Man Feng and the others at all.

"This one is..."

"Just just follower, don't worry about him." Jiang Zhenglong changed the topic: "Old Feng, Qin Fei and Lord Cao and others have had a very unhappy relationship these days. After Kong Zhang was arrested, half of the officials in Anzhou were restless, fearing that Qin Fei would send him to the Dongdu Inspection Office. At that time, there would be more unlucky people."

"Young people just can't hold back." Old Man Feng smiled and said, "Qin Fei showed his strength. When he arrived in Anzhou, his heels were not firmly standing firm, just like being a big boss. He thought he was Pang Zhen? Although there were no powerful figures in Anzhou, everyone had more or less some of the power in their hands. They could always find people who could speak in the court. If they were to suppress others by force, Anzhou would not have a master of the master level. Wouldn't they go outside to look for it? Qin Fei is still too young and offended too many people, and there would be no good ending."

Jiang Zhenglong nodded: "I heard about something today. There are several spies in the branch office. When driving piles, they caught the command of the garrison and beat them to death. However, the boy was not dead and was sent back to the garrison. I see, the garrison will also be offended by Qin Fei..."

"Hahaha, then there will be a good show. I really don't know how many people in Anzhou are pleased with Qin Fei." Mei Fan lowered his voice: "Inspector Jiang, you are still in the branch office, so you are watching Qin Fei. You must know that there are many people and the power of Qin Fei offends too many people, which will inevitably cause a big mess. At that time, everyone will push you and I will also use our strength together to prevent him from turning over forever."

"This is also my purpose of coming to inspector Feng Lao and Mei." Jiang Zhenglong said with a smile.

Old Man Feng and Mei Fan didn't understand what Jiang Zhenglong meant for a while, but heard the arrogant follower and said coldly: "The two seem a little confused, but in fact the matter is very simple. If you want to explode Anzhou, it is definitely not enough to just have a line of fire in the garrison. The two have been in the branch office for so many years and have a deep relationship. If you click on the branch office, you must have the two efforts to do this."

"How to do your best?" Mei Fan was immediately happy: "Just fight Qin Fei and pay money and give someone, just one sentence!"

The arrogant man slowly pulled out a scimitar about a foot long from his waist and smiled apologetically at Mei Fan and Old Man Feng: "No money is needed. As long as you lend the head of the neck of the neck, I guarantee that when the seventh day of the first day, I will definitely use Qin Fei's head to sacrifice the two of you!"
Chapter completed!