The handle fell into Feng Yun's hands, and Mr. Wei's words were much more reliable, such as the wishes he said.

"He has been staying in Anning County for a lifetime, and he wants to go out and have a look!"

"He wants to drink a pot of clear spring wine every day he lives!"

“…”

Feng Yun always feels that the wishes Mr. Wei said are not as good as the wishes that can get 160 potential points by fulfilling them.

The moon is bright and the stars are sparse. Feng Yun came out of the morgue in the county government and returned to his new home. After staying for about an hour, he quietly climbed out from the back of the room, walked around a long way back to the yard opposite the new home, and carefully observed the new home opposite for a long time before he fell asleep quietly.

Heifeng Village has done a lot of things in the middle of the night. This is also the reason why the county government cadre obviously has many masters but is unwilling to provoke Heifeng Village.

The people above do nothing, and the people below do not want to live a worried life all day for a mere salary.

This is a certain fact. He is not afraid of facing the head-on battle with Heifeng Village. He is afraid that people are still sleeping and their lives have been lost. He doesn't know how he died.

In fact, even if Feng Yun knew that Heifeng Village was not easy to provoke, Feng Yun would kill Xiang Daniu, because Xiang Daniu was an NPC with an iron cloth shirt on his head. Feng Yun didn't want to miss every martial art given by the system.

It is too difficult to get a complete martial arts film in this world. Even the most ordinary ones are not many films in the huge Anning County.

Silent all night, the next day, Feng Yun sneaked back to his new home before dawn, and walked out of his new home after washing up.

Although this is very troublesome, it also ensures that your life will not be lost inexplicably when you fall asleep.

When they arrived at the yamen, all the constables and yamen runners had arrived, and Liu Hong also began to assign tasks.

When there was no murder case, the task of the yamen constable was still very relaxed, such as patrolling the streets, dealing with neighborhood disputes, etc., basically going through the motions, then going to familiar taverns, tea shops, eating and drinking. When the yamen was released, the work of the county government was completed, and the day of work was completed.

Today is no exception. Feng Yun was assigned to patrol the streets as usual. Feng Yun's group had a total of five yamen runners, but because the captain Wang Ying brought most of the men to the city, the remaining constables were insufficient and there was no constable leading the team.

Three sheep walked together and there was a leader, and five people would definitely lead the team when they went out. Although Liu Hong was not clear, everyone still vaguely led by Feng Yun. This is the intuitive manifestation of strength.

Before noon, their group of tasks were completed in one day. The scorching sun was exhausted, and the yamen runners were physically and mentally. They wanted to find a place to eat and have some rest for a while. The poor monthly salary could not be wasted here. At this time, the head constable took the yamen runners to the tea house and the wine shop to chat with the bosses under their jurisdiction.

This is the time to test the abilities of the constables. The awesome ones will take them to high-end places. If they don’t work, they will just get rid of you.

This is why many yamen runners like to follow Liu Hong instead of other constables. The so-called strong and weaker are the weaker. This is the reason.

Seeing the sun was in the sky, there were fewer and fewer pedestrians on the street. Several yamen runners with dry mouth came together and muttered for a while. A yamen runner named Zhang Yong, about thirty years old, came up. "Xiao Feng, we discussed it and each gathered some money to sit in the tea shop on the side of the road. What do you think?"

Usually, I either enjoy the most popular or have a spicy drink when I go out. Today, I have to pay for it out of my own pocket. Although I didn’t say it on the surface, Zhang Yong and others secretly scolded Feng Yun for being a child.

Looking at the bitter yamen runners, Feng Yun also understood their thoughts and shook his head to refuse, "Thank you all to follow me today, I'll pay the money."

"Isn't this good?" Zhang Yong was happy, but his face showed embarrassment.

"nothing!"

If it weren't for Feng Yun's strength, Liu Hong wouldn't have let them be alone and not worthy of the constable and leader. Speaking of which, Feng Yun was the culprit.

Everyone looked around and was about to go to the one that was more suitable. Feng Yun looked up and saw a shop with a very grand decoration. He was delighted and greeted everyone behind him, "I invite you today. Where do you want to go, please make whatever you want!"

As he said that, he led everyone straight to Song Ji's shop, and the mere 200 taels of silver was not as good as Song Ji's injury.

Seeing the plaque hanging high at the door of the shop, Zhang Yong took a breath of air conditioning and quickly followed Feng Yun: "Xiao Feng, this Song Ji is not easy to take on both black and white!"

"It's okay!" Feng Yun smiled, just a defeated general under his command.

Bypassing the screen, the weapon frame that was smashed that day had been renovated. In the center, there was a man in brocade clothes, which was Song Ji, and a middle-aged man stood next to him.

Seeing Feng Yun leading a group of yamen runners in, Song Ji's face changed again and again, and he walked over quickly, his posture was very low, and his speech was trembling: "I don't know what happened to the Constable Feng, what..."

That day, Feng Yun hit his number one general with one punch and broke his hand bone with one punch. Facing such a cruel person, Song Ji was not arrogant, afraid that Feng Yun would open his mouth again.

"Brothers, I'm tired, I want to find a place to sit!"

"Ah! OK! I'll send someone to arrange it now!" As long as you don't blackmail, how much money can you spend on a meal?

"There is no need to arrange it, just take us there!"

After leaving the gate, Song Ji took Feng Yun diligently to the largest restaurant in the county, Hongyun Restaurant.

Looking at Song Ji who was looking down in front of him, fearless and trepidated, Zhang Yong and other yamen runners behind him were surprised and didn't know what language to describe. They had only seen Song Ji leaned over to serve him on the chief inspector Wang Ying.

When we arrived at Hongyun Restaurant, it was the peak of our meals. The private rooms on the second floor were already full of people. Feng Yun didn't want to make a big fuss and just found a table on the first floor to sit down.

At this time, a man ran to Song Ji and whispered a few words. Song Ji's face changed and he walked to Feng Yun and said in embarrassment: "There is a huge amount of business, and the servants can't make the decision. I'll hurry over and have no way to accompany you. Just just click. I've told the boss that everything is written on me!"

"Go!" Feng Yun waved his hand.

Eat others' things and drink others' things, and stop others from doing business, which is not humane enough.

Everyone sat down, and Zhang Yong and others were a little excited.

As the largest restaurant in Anning County, the food prices here are also extremely high. You can’t get enough food for a meal here without four or five taels of silver. If you eat a meal here, you can’t get a face in the north.
Chapter completed!