I had just got off the dock, but after a brief chat, Zhao Zhenji had already felt the ubiquitous constraints. He began to consider whether it was too much for Meng Lang to come straight to Zhenhai.

At this moment, a noise came from outside.

"Who?!"

"Stop him!"

Sun Piyang's shout came, "Be careful in other directions, the soldiers obey orders and raise their swords!"

Qian Yuan doesn’t care about Zhao Zhenji, but he can’t ignore Zhao Zhenji’s life and death... It would be a big deal to die in Zhenhai. If he was assassinated, well, Qian Yuan would have to be in trouble!

So, today welcoming us. Although Qian Yuan did not show up, a team of people came to the Qian family's guards.

The carriage had stopped, and Zhao Zhenji suddenly lifted the curtain and looked at it. An old man in a ragged dress was being pulled to the ground by the guards.

"stop!"

Master Huang leaned out and saw a piece of white cloth on the ground. The entourage beside him picked it up and spread it out. The word "名" was covered with blood-red words.

Sun Piyang gritted his teeth and looked at Peng Feng beside him, "Do you care?"

As a rule, this kind of thing should be taken over by the local magistrate. Although Zhao Zhenji is a governor, he cannot forcefully intervene, but the inspector and the censor can snatch it.

Peng Feng returned simply: "The young master gave the order, let him do whatever he wants!"

The originally lively road was silent, with only occasionally the sound of horses sniffing. Zhao Zhenji got off the car and picked up the old man with tears. Tang Shunzhi, Song Jizu, and Sun Piyang were all silent.

More and more people were gathering around. No matter what occasion, there were always people who were eating melons, until the Ningbo Prefecture Promoter Wu Chengqi galloped on his horse.

Two months ago, Qian Yuan rushed to Hangzhou and robbed Wang Zhi. The gap between him and Hu Zongxian finally made up for it a little bit. Tang Shunzhi asked to transfer Wu Chengqi to the position of Ningbo Prefecture Promotion Officer.

After listening to Sun Piyang's expressionless introduction, Master Huang came to Zhao Zhenji's ear, "This person was originally a prosecutor of Taizhou Prefecture, but he was from Huizhou Prefecture. He commanded his own soldiers in the Governor's Office a few years ago."

In short? This guy is Hu Zongxian’s man.

Zhao Zhenji snorted coldly? The first time he came to Zhenhai, people blocked the road and shouted for justice? Obviously? This place is not as good as the rumored one.

There are two sides to block the road and call for justice. One side is the people who have wronged? The other side... is naturally Master Qingtian.

Zhao Zhenji, who was inexplicably satisfied, decided to take on this case. He thought? This may be a breakthrough.

In a warehouse not far from here? Zhou Fu smiled and closed the window and poured a cup of herbal tea ceremony: "The turmoil in Xiangshan and the slaughter of the people, Qian Zhancai also seemed to have a headache."

Wu Zhi nodded and said, "Just receiving the news? The guerrilla Yang Wen's troops stationed in the east of Houtao Mountain? Buy a lot of bacon and dried fish. The smoke from the cooking stove has not been extinguished until now."

Obviously, Zhao Zhenji went to Zhenhai? It would be unreasonable to not send troops from Ningbo Prefecture.

"According to the rules? The Japanese in Xiangshan County should be the attack of Yang Wen's troops." Zhou Fu whispered: "This morning? Qian Zhancai brought his family to Houtao Mountain."

"Hou Taoshan?" Wu Zhi paused, and a ferocious smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. "It's so terrible that he's so frightened!"

"It may not be a false reputation." Zhou Fu shook his head? "There is Weiyuan City at the top of Houtao Mountain, with hundreds of soldiers stationed. People come and go to the wharf on weekdays, but the road to the warehouses in the mountains is guarded by soldiers."

"But if Yang Wen traveled far to Xiangshan, the sea was empty, even if there were more than a hundred Qian family guards, it would be useless." Wu Zhi sneered: "Not to mention that the other side is Jinji Mountain!"

Although the young and strong people in Zhaobao Village at the foot of Jinji Mountain are all Wang Zhi's direct descendants, they have also seen blood and eaten meat... If the warehouse on the other side is full of fire, can they still change their careers to eat vegetarian food and push the meat away from their mouths?

Zhou Fu glanced through the gap in the window and said, "Wait a little longer and see what Zhao Zhenji has."

Zhao Zhenji did not disappoint Zhou Fu and Wu Zhi's trust. After entering the city, he went to the county government immediately and brought the old man out.

"Yes, surely!" The old man's face was covered with tears and snot, "They were heading to Zhoushan!"

After careful inquiry, Zhao Zhenji roughly figured it out. The old man was from Xiangshan County. At the end of last year, the Japanese stricken gradually subsided. He opened up wasteland and farmed outside the city. Unexpectedly, the Japanese pirates attacked and all three sons died. He saw the Japanese pirates heading north with his own eyes and concluded that they were Japanese pirates entrenched on Zhoushan.

He asked the servants to send the people down and take care of them. Mr. Huang shook his head gently and said, "Dongweng, this matter should not be ignored. If the Japanese pirates go north, they may not go to Zhoushan."

Zhao Zhenji responded in a muffled voice, and he knew it in his mind that the so-called Japanese pirates entrenched in Zhoushan actually refer to Wang Zhi's command.

After Wang Zhi was recruited, his power was divided into three parts, partly on Jinji Mountain on the other side of Houtao Mountain, partly on the old nest in Japan, and the largest part was on the main island of Zhoushan.

But obviously, if you want to make a fuss about this matter, you must not involve Wang Zhi... Two months ago, that guy could go to Hangzhou day and night, surrounded the governor's yamen, and fished Wang Zhi out. Now he is in Zhenhai, Qian Zhancai's nest!

"The Xiangshan County Government reported that hundreds of people were killed and injured, but..."

"But the old man just swears that the two villages on both sides were killed, and at least a hundred people were lost." Mr. Huang shook his head, "and the Xiangshan County Government reported that countless Japanese pirates were attacking. The old man said it very clearly. The Japanese pirates escaped, and there were about a thousand people on six sea boats."

Seeing Zhao Zhenji closing his eyes to rest, Master Huang asked tentatively: "I only say that the Japanese disease has recurred, but not anything else?"

Zhao Zhenji was about to speak when footsteps came from outside, and the follower reported outside the door, "Sir, it's getting late, do you have to serve food?"

Master Huang touched his stomach and smiled and said, "I'm hungry. Now Ningbo is famous for its exquisite and unique dishes in the southeast. Today I can enjoy a lot of fun."

A servant from a county government office came in with a food box and lowered his head and drooped his eyes. Five dishes and one soup, and a pot of hot flower sculptures.

Zhao Zhenji narrowed his eyes and looked at the servant until the other party disappeared outside the door.

"Dongweng?"

Zhao Zhenji raised his hand and took out a square piece of paper from the plate of pine corn closest to him. He glanced a few times before handing it to Master Huang, sighing: "This trip to Ningbo is really muddy!"

Master Huang looked carefully, smiled bitterly and shook his head speechlessly.

"Look, how true is this matter and how false is it?"

"The shadows are slim, as if there is nothing." Mr. Huang sighed: "But Qian Zhancai is greedy for money, and many people in the southeast know about it."

Zhao Zhenji narrowed his eyes and thought for a while, and whispered: "The people who came in batches should arrive tomorrow. Spread them out and inquire."

Just in Hou Tao Mountain next door, Qian Yuan was enthusiastic about making steamed pork with noodle. Of course, this era was not called steamed pork with noodle, but rice noodles.

Xiaoqi swallowed, "Is it too fat?"

"What I want is this kind of pork belly. What's the point of lean meat?!" Qian Yuan picked up the chopsticks, stirred the pork belly that had been marinated in the bowl for half an hour, and said with a smile: "After going to the sea, I made the two most dishes in Shanghai, one of which is steamed pork."

"What about the Tao?"

"Steamed ham from Donggua." Qian Yuan said with a smile: "It's delicious, convenient, and serve."

Spread the cut potato slices at the bottom, then carefully pick up the pork belly, roll it in the rice noodles, and then put it in the steamer.

Boil the high heat, change to medium heat, and then change to low heat after a quarter of an hour. After about three quarters of an hour, sprinkle with chopped green onions, and the fragrance swells. The steamer is still on the stove, which makes Xiaoqi grab a piece into his mouth.

"Salty?"

"Just right...you taste a piece..."

"Uh... Not bad, not bad." Qian Yuan glanced at Yang Wen at the door from the corner of his eyes and said with a smile: "Please take it in. This dish is said to be Jiangxi dishes at the beginning, and it is just right to please your mother-in-law."

After sending Xiaoqi away, Qian Yuan nodded to the door, took a towel and wiped his hands, "What? Did that person meet again who blocked the road and shouted for justice?"

"That's not." Yang Wen leaned closer and said, "Young master, do you really lead your troops to Xiangshan?"

"Of course." Qian Yuan's face darkened, "I didn't expect that the Wu family in Fenghua was so cruel, pretending to be Japanese pirates and plundered Zhao Dazhou!"

Yang Wen hesitated for a moment and then whispered: "I'm afraid that that person will not be too quiet this time..."

"It doesn't matter!" Qian Yuan waved his hand, "Release the news, just go and investigate, don't worry about anyone!"

After a pause, Qian Yuan sneered: "Whether he will fall into this pit depends on how lucky he is to Zhao Dazhou!"

"Yes." Yang Wen bowed and should be yes.

Qian Yuan was about to go back to the house, but suddenly stopped and whispered: "I told my brothers to be careful. Guards around Jingchuan, Song Jizu, and Sun Piyang will be installed with guards to make sure they are all done."

Yang Wenying said: "What the young master said is, if they don't care... it will be really troublesome!"

"Also, don't let Zhao Dazhou die. If he dies, I can't explain the young master."
Chapter completed!