At the beginning of Hai, the inspectors of Qizhou seized the Qingling County Magistrate, crossed the Lute Street, went east along the official road, and walked twelve miles into Wulongxia.

A group of people passed through the post road between a hundred feet of cliffs, surrounded by ancient trees and strange rocks. A public hall landed beside the road, with flying eaves and wings, gray pottery tiles, and red lanterns hanging in front of the door, illuminating the plaque of "Mingsha Guanyi"

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Ning Guangxing led his men to tie the horses to the horse stake and temporarily took Zheng Junshan to the official post. When the day was dawn, he could take Zheng Junshan to the prefecture in two days. At that time, even if Zheng Junshan was wearing a body

Under heavy imprisonment, it is hard to fly.

At this time, half an hour had passed since Zheng Junshan left Qingling County Government. The news of Zheng Junshan's arrest first reached Zheng's house. The Mrs. Zheng in the house went to Mengzhang Shenjun Temple in the morning to ask.

In the spring of the year, I saw the family manager at noon and saw the sword of my only son. When I heard that Zheng Junshan was taken away by the Qizhou inspector, I fainted and unconscious.

Near the county government, many people who witnessed Zheng Ming’s mansion being taken away, and the news soon spread to various parts of Qingling County. Soon, an oil lamp lit up in the study in the south of the county, and eight people gathered together. Among them, the

The young Confucian scholar wearing green clothes was the teacher of Qingling County. The other seven people, although they were dressed in different clothes, were all covered with cranes and chicken skins, and were on crutches.

These old men are elders from Qingling County. The elders are respected people elected by county people. Although they do not have official positions, they represent the public opinion of Qingling County.

In front of the lamp, the teacher's face was solemn.

"Zheng Ming's Mansion is in trouble, so now I can only ask you for help."

The elders looked at each other, and one of the old men in a wide-clothed robbers considered for a while and said, "We have heard of Zheng Ming's mansion being taken away by Ning Xun, but we don't know the specific situation. I would like to ask Teacher Chen to tell me in detail.

, What exactly happened?”

The person who spoke was the head of the Qingling Jiang clan. He had done some good deeds of building bridges and paving roads, which was quite famous. But as soon as he said this, the teacher understood it. This person pretended to be confused with his understanding.

Seeing that Zheng Junshan had been taken away, he was afraid he would be taken to the prefecture early tomorrow morning, and there was only one night left and there was no time to delay. The teacher said bluntly: "The people of the county cannot understand the transit of the ghost soldiers.

But you all know it. Zheng Ming’s mansion has a great future, and Qingling County is just a quagmire for him. Such a general and prime minister have exchanged the lives of many people in Qingling County for their future.

Now that Zheng Ming’s mansion is in trouble, how can we watch the fire across the river and sit and look at it?"

Someone said: "If Teacher Chen has a solution, just say it directly that Zheng Ming's mansion loves the people as much as his son. If we can help, we will do our best."

The teacher glanced at the seven elders, "Although Qingling County is now famine, several families have stored food. I beg you to come forward and borrow some food, so that you can make up for the loss in the warehouse. Zheng

Mingfu will have a little more chance of getting out."

The head of the Jiang clan said: "Dare you ask Teacher Chen, how much food is missing in the warehouse?"

"Three thousand stones." The teacher knew that if all the food stored by the major tribes in the county were taken out, the 20,000 stones would be far more than 20,000 stones. But if these people were expected to take out the food, they would be able to give up their lives.

2. He paused for a moment and added: "These three thousand stones of grain are naturally borrowed. After the disaster, Zheng Mingfu will definitely return the capital and profit."

The head of the Jiang clan hesitated for a moment and nodded, "It turns out that he wants to donate grain. In Zheng Ming's mansion, we naturally have to help. It's only three thousand stones, which is not a small amount."

Another person said: "Tomorrow, I will go to the Liu family in person, so I have to ask the Liu family to take out some food."

Another person said: "It's a pity that I have no food left in my family... Well, I'll go back now and look for someone to ask for food with shame!"

After saying that, the four elders said goodbye and left. These old men were unsteady in their path, but their Tai Chi skills were more proficient than those of innate masters. Although they agreed with them all, they were obviously delaying. Just delaying tonight, Zheng Junshan was taken away.

, everything will be over.

The teacher sighed inwardly that when Zheng Junshan was there, he could not take out food from the gentry. With his words from the teacher, it was even more impossible to do something that even Zheng Junshan had not done. Tonight, the elders in the county were invited to the night.

, just a unwilling attempt.

The teacher was disappointed, and there were still two elders in the study. One of them walked forward and whispered: "Teacher Chen."

When the teacher looked at it, he found that the old man was carrying a sack and put the sack on the table. "I just heard that Zheng Ming's mansion was taken away, and I knew it was because of the ghost soldier. Before coming, I collected it.

The food stored at home is only two liters of rice.”

The old man was dressed in a rough manner and lived in poverty. He called himself Shaxisou. The teacher looked at the rice bag and bent over and gave a big gift.

Another old man, known as the old man from Yezhou, said: "In the Cangwuli where I live, the people knew that Zheng Mingfu was arrested, so they spontaneously started to raise food. When I left, some food had been collected, Chen Zhiyu

And follow me."

...

In the southwest of Qingling County, in the residential house in Cangwuli, a man in Mai showed a embarrassed look and said to Li Zheng: "Zheng Mingfu has sent us food, so we can't let him be arrested for this matter. But at home

Rice tank is indeed about to reach the bottom..."

The woman next to her shouted: "The head of the family, even if we starve to death, we must understand the matter! Our family's food is given by Zheng Mingfu. Now that Zheng Mingfu is in trouble, how can we be ungrateful?"

The man was stunned and sighed, "Well." He turned around and went to the inner room. After a while, he took out a bag of rice, which weighed about half a bucket.

Li was taking the rice bag, bowing to the man, and leaving in a hurry.

The five-year-old boy looked at the figure that was leaving his back, hugged the woman's legs, raised his head and said, "My mother, you're hungry..."

"I just know that eating is not something that Taotie turns into." The woman squatted down, stroked the boy's thin shoulders, and secretly wiped the corners of her eyes.

...

When the young teacher came to Cangwuli, he saw rice bags piled up on the ox cart under the archway, which were of different sizes, some were a little full, most of them were very shriveled, but they were piled up all over the cart. The people around him,

Following the inside, when he saw the teacher, he asked questions in a verbal way.

"Teacher Chen, has Zheng Ming's mansion really been taken away?"

"Zheng Ming Mansion is both an official and a god. Could it be that there is nothing wrong with it?"

The teacher never expected that in this famine year, these skinny people could still save such a truck of food. He felt sore in his nose and bowed to everyone, "It's okay, with everyone's help, of course Zheng Mingfu won't.

There will be something wrong!”

After calming down, he bid farewell to the people of Cangwuli, and the teacher went to Qingpingli next to him with Shaxisou and Yezhou.

...

After a night of trouble, when Xiaoxing first appeared, the young teacher who had traveled half of Qingling County led a group of people and seven ox carts into the Wheelhoe Street.

On the other side, a row of lanterns emerged. The man who was leading the charge was the Qingling County County Captain, and several ox carts were followed behind him.

The teacher met with the county magistrate and asked anxiously: "How is it?"

"I collected about ninety stones of grain." The county magistrate frowned, "Half a month has passed since Zheng Mingfu released the grain, and the food has been almost finished."

"I only have sixty stones here." The teacher sighed. In order to save Zheng Junshan, many people in the county gave their food, but not everyone could do this. To sum up the two sides, I don't know what to do.

One hundred and fifty stones of grain. For the number of deficits in the granary, it is just a drop in the bucket.

The midnight rushing was useless in the end. The teacher turned around and saw a group of skinny people, his chest was blocked. Some gave out all the food that he had to live, while others were stinging their heads but ate them all. He clenched his fists tightly

He thought with hatred, so he took this opportunity to raise his arms and shout, and took the people in the county to snatch the granaries of those big households!

But when thinking of those burly servants who were almost private soldiers and those spiritual magic that guarded their homes, the teacher knew that these unarmed and weak people could do nothing at all.

The county magistrate said: "These food...is probably not very useful. Zheng Ming's mansion has an extraordinary background and should be able to overcome this hurdle..."

"A kind person is in a downfall, and a villain is successful!" The teacher gritted his teeth: "Where is justice in this world?"

At this moment, the crowd exclaimed.

"What is that?"

The teacher turned his head and took a look.

At the end of the Wheelho Street, a cold mist floated.

In the fog, ghost fires floated and ghosts were everywhere, and many couches were vaguely seen.

A big flag pierced the night sky, the west wind blew, and the black flag rolled around, revealing the white word "Feng".
Chapter completed!