The one who was looted last night was Shanggu Village, 30 miles from Liujia Town, Hongzhou. There were 103 households in the village, which was a large village not far from the official road.

The terrain here is flat, with river branches, and the land is fertile and there are many fields. Compared with other villages, the white walls and green tiles here make the small bridge and ancestral hall seem richer.

When Zhuang Rou came over, she saw the villagers standing at the entrance of the village with sticks and hoes from afar. Their posture seemed to be confronting the yamen runners, and the atmosphere looked very bad.

She got off the horse in confusion. Didn’t the government come to help them? Why did they still stand up?

"What happened?" Zhuang Rou walked over and asked. The yamen runner in front blocked her vision and could not see clearly what was happening ahead.

When the yamen runner saw that it was her, he immediately gave up his seat, "Sir, these villagers have caught two refugees. We want to take them away, but they are not allowed."

"We take them away and let them go. We also have to be convicted. We should have been relieved when we caught them. Only by convicting them and chopping their heads at Caishikou can we take revenge more easily, right?" Zhuang Rou knew what these people were thinking. Five people were killed, so she naturally wanted to take revenge.

But she also has a way to persuade them to hand over the people. Beheading is not more exciting, and it is more relieved than killing people quietly.

She walked to the front and saw two refugees lying on the ground, and was stunned.

The two refugees were one big and one small, the older one was a woman who was beaten to the point of bleeding. She was lying on the ground and hugging a boy of six or seven, her whole body was trembling slightly.

"Is this a refugee who robs and kills people tomorrow night?" Zhuang Rou saw that something was wrong and looked at the villagers of Shanggu Village.

A man in his fifties walked out and bowed, "Sir, I am Li Zheng from Shanggu Village. Last night, our village was looted by refugees, and five people in the village were killed. Please arrest the refugees as soon as possible so that the deceased can rest in peace."

"Li Zheng?" Zhuang Rou looked at him, pointed at the two people on the ground and asked, "Are these two people living in the robbery of food and murder?"

Li Zheng paused, wondering what to say about this. Before he could speak, a passionate young man next to him shouted: "This is the person we caught during the day. He usually lives in a dilapidated temple a few miles away, and always comes to our village to ask for food."

"It must be that she was jealous of our good life, so she attracted the refugees here, robbed our food and killed people. When they caught them today, they must pay their blood debts and blood debts!"

Zhuang Rou smiled slightly, "So, you just went to the dilapidated temple to catch this girl and child, beat the person like this, and even wanted to kill them, just because they were refugees?"

"The refugees are not good people. This woman stole persimmons from the tree in front of my house last month!" The boy shouted in dissatisfaction. The scene of the cruel refugees killing five people last night was still in his mind, making him feel scared!

Zhuang Rou looked at him deeply, turned to the yamen runners and said, "Take these two people back to the yamen and let the doctor come and see them."

Seeing that she was just asking about what happened last night, she wanted to take the two refugees away. The villagers suddenly became excited. The young man shouted, "Why take them away? We caught the person, killing people to pay for their lives!"

Zhuang Rou ignored him, but looked at Li Zheng and said, "Li Zheng, do you think I should take the person away?"

Li was looking at her in embarrassment, and there were villagers beside her shouting: "Uncle, you can't agree! My brother was killed by a refugee last night. I must report this blood debt."

"Sir, if you take the person away, I will not be able to calm the public's anger." Li said with a gritty bullet. His distant second uncle is in his seventies. Yesterday, he was stabbed to death for protecting his family's property. Everyone in the clan is waiting to take revenge.

Zhuang Rou looked at him well and sighed after a while, "As a village official, I think you should be a person who knows the truth. I didn't expect you to be a confused person."

"Your village was attacked by refugees. We will definitely investigate this matter. I will chop off any refugee involved in this matter. But you want to vent your anger, but choose to catch two refugees, one big and one small. What can these two people do?"

At this time, a woman shouted: "Women can do bad things, but she can steal persimmons! Maybe in order to survive, she surrendered to those refugees and asked them to kill people!"

Zhuang Rou was too lazy to talk nonsense to them anymore, so she pulled out an iron stick and looked at the villagers of Shanggu Village and said, "Now I will take them away, you just come and try to resist me. Last night, the refugees came to the door to grab food and kill people, but I didn't see you catch half of the person. Today I will stand here and see who can stop me."

"Come, take these two people back!" she shouted.

The yamen runner looked at each other in a glance. The man couldn't mess with him, so he quickly walked up to carry the two refugees.

As soon as he saw that the refugee was about to be left, the daughter-in-law of the second uncle Li Zheng's family, a strong woman rushed out, howled and grabbed the scissors and wanted to stab the yamen runners.

Bang!

Zhuang Rou kicked her up and kicked her lower abdomen directly. The woman screamed and hit the crowd, covering her stomach and howled like a pig on the ground.

"On the ground in Hongzhou, I say one thing, don't challenge my patience." Zhuang Rou turned her iron rod, glanced at the villagers, and landed on Li Zheng. "The refugees robbed your food and killed you five, and I can slaughter your entire village."

She looked fierce and said gloomy: "Holding iron weapons, she formed a bandit, and killed children and women in public in broad daylight. She attacked the fourth-rank official of the court and fought against the government's intention to rebel under the disaster. The leading village chief Heli was about to put on a yellow robe and raised the country's name: Shanggu."

"According to the law, destroy the nine clans." Zhuang Rou suddenly grinned at them and laughed. When she looked at them, it seemed as if the villagers were already a pile of dead bodies.

As soon as she said this, Li Zheng and the village chief were startled. Why did the charge be directly put on? Just as she was about to refute, a scholar of sixteen or seventeen years old was squeezed out from behind and bowed: "Sir, you are so majestic!"

"When we were attacked by refugees last night, where were the government and the adults? We were killed in front of us. We couldn't help but feel sorry for these two refugees. These two refugees have been around Shanggu Village, so how could they be without suspicion?"

"The villagers arrested two people because of grief and anger, and that was also a reason. The adults took down the charge of rebellion. Could it be that they would create a major injustice case of nearly a thousand people rebelling in the entire village?" The scholar said righteously, full of literary character.

Zhuang Rou looked at him and asked back, "Can I take the person away?"

"Sir!" This man did not expect that Zhuang Rou would not answer his words, but asked him to take the person away, and asked angrily, "If you don't give the villagers an explanation, you may not be able to take the person away."

The yamen runners all looked at Zhuang Rou and saw how she would answer. What they hated the most was these literati, who were talkative and difficult to deal with.

Zhuang Rou suddenly reached out and pulled out the yamen runner's sword next to her, threw it at the scholar's feet, and then dragged the child that was almost fainting and hugged tightly.

She grabbed the child's clothes and looked at the scholar and said, "I will explain to you now. Pick up the knife and stab him in the chest. If he doesn't die, you will die."

The scholar opened his eyes wide and looked at her incredible, not daring to pick up the knife on the ground.

"Go and let him pick up the knife!" Zhuang Rou roared, frightened the yamen run over quickly, picked up the knife and stuffed it into the scholar's hand.
Chapter completed!