The autumn is clear and cool, and a village surrounded by bamboo forests seems quiet and quiet.

Several old hens dig the soil in the pepper field in the yard, occasionally pecking a fat bug, stretching their necks to swallow it, and then continuing to stare at the mud and make cheerful screams.

An old man with white hair was sitting in the yard, his face was full of vicissitudes, and his wrinkled skin had already appeared. He looked up at the sky in the north and suddenly sighed slowly.

"Why are you sad again? The food is ready, do you like it or not!" An old lady walked out of the house and nagged at the old man sitting at the door dazed, then turned around and went back to the house.

The old patriarch's reaction was half a beat slower. When he turned his head and looked at the source of the sound, the person had disappeared.

But he didn't plan to go back to the house to have dinner, and he didn't have any appetite today. He sighed lightly and continued to daze at the pepper.

Since his home is next to the gravel farm, he can clearly hear the sound of a large group of children playing. Compared with the villagers who were hungry and listless, the life in the village was undoubtedly much better.

But life has improved, but many things have become unsatisfied when dealing with them. When he had no money before, he could manage the village properly, but now that the village has improved, he doesn't know where to go.

He knew that these chili peppers were all treasures, so he mobilized everyone to plant them together. But now he saw that the harvest season was coming again, but he didn't know what to do and how to turn these treasures into silver.

There are more and more such things, but he is becoming more and more confused. Many things cannot be produced. In particular, he has accumulated more and more money. He feels very uneasy and is no longer supposed to do anything.

Do it.

In fact, he really wanted to discuss with Shijiu, or ask Shijiu to give a charter, or directly send the money to Beijing, but Shijiu is now an official in the capital, and many things cannot be communicated at all.

"Class leader, someone is coming from the yamen!"

Outside the gate of the yard, a child hurried to report.

The old patriarch's eyes lit up immediately, and he stood up, suppressing the excitement in his heart and asked, "Gozi, is it a letter from the capital?"

"I don't know! But many yamen workers entered the village, and I don't know what happened. Uncle Niu asked me to come and notify you!" Gouzi shook his head and said honestly.

When the old patriarch heard these words, his brows frowned slightly.

With the top scorer in the 19th high school, their village had more contacts with the yamen. When they were in Xiuwen Kuifang, they even came here with the provincial Taiwanese. Now, a group of yamen came, and maybe some big shots came again.

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"No need to pull!"

The old patriarch walked to the side of the sanitary yard, watched Aniu want to pull the bell and summon the villagers, and immediately spoke out and stopped him.

A Niu was biting a meat bun. After the summer exposure, he looked very dark. He nodded to the old patriarch and looked towards the entrance of the village.

But a group of yamen were seen walking through the bamboo forest into the village. The leader was Deputy Inspection Office of Qingye Inspection Department.

"Mr. Zhang, don't know what's going on?" The old patriarch stepped forward and asked in confusion.

In fact, many people don’t know that the lowest yamen in the Ming Dynasty were not county yamen, but inspection departments under county yamen.

In some market towns or places with chaotic public security, such departments similar to police stations in later generations will be set up, with a rank of nine and a deputy inspector from the ninth rank, which belongs to the category of military officers.

"Sometimes ago, there was an armed fight between you Changlin Village and Jiangcun. Is this a matter?" Inspection inspector Zhang first glanced at the empty glutinous yard, and then asked in an official voice.

Uncle Jiu came over with the workers from the dyeing cloth workshop, and swept the words with a very unkind look on his face and answered: "The conflict between us and Jiangcun has been going on for a day or two. Isn't Deputy Inspection Officer Zhang not unaware of it, right?"

With the rise of Changlin Village, the conflict between them and Jiangcun has long been no secret. Not to mention Qingye Town, even in the entire Qingshui County, many people know that the two villages are in a quarrel.

Upon hearing this, inspector Zhang avoided the important thing and said lightly: "That means, the matter is true!"

"So what if it is true? Those people want to build bridges, Lin Ajiu is the first to disagree!" Uncle Jiu patted his firm chest, but he was not afraid of Deputy Zhang's voice loudly.

"Ajiu!" the old patriarch said loudly with a tense face.

Uncle Jiu stared at Inspection Officer Zhang like a cockfighting, but in the face of the old patriarch, he finally chose not to say anything. In this village, the person who was talking to him was the old patriarch, unless the nineteenth could come back to take charge.

"Mr. Zhang, we did have an armed battle with Jiangcun! But they stole the Fengshui boat from my Changlin family's ancestral tomb first, and then forced the bridge to repair the bridge and damaged our Changlin family's fengshui. Therefore, the two villages had a conflict. Please observe clearly!"

The old patriarch bowed and bowed, a standard good citizen.

The old patriarch was a farmer for his whole life, and his official position was deeply rooted in his mind. Even if this deputy inspector was the youngest official, he was also an official, a big shot they could not afford to offend.

Just as he saw the old patriarch doing this, Uncle Jiu frowned slightly, and at the same time he looked at Deputy Inspection Officer Zhang. As far as he knew, this Deputy Inspection Officer Zhang was very close to Butler Zhao, and maybe he was here to fight.

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"Do you say they steal your Changlin Fengshui boat, do you have any evidence?" Zhang Xunshang stood with his hands behind his back and asked in an official voice.

The old patriarch frowned slightly. No one had seen this with his own eyes, so he shook his head and said, "No!"

"What's the evidence? Apart from the people in Jiangcun, who would be so bored? He only steals the Feng Shui boat to destroy the Feng Shui of our Changlin family!" Uncle Jiu couldn't bear it anymore and immediately spoke again.

Inspection Officer Zhang shook his head and said seriously: "Although your speculation is somewhat reasonable, it does not constitute evidence! It's just that you beat Jiang Ziming Jiang Village to death seriously. The evidence is conclusive, but I have to ignore it!"

ah?

When the old patriarch heard this, he was also shocked, but he did not expect that the last fight might have caused a death.

"Yanyin Ming was seriously injured and dying. Are you kidding? He was injured, but I saw him walking back!" Uncle Jiu sneered immediately when he heard this confession.

"I never joke with you like the unruly people!" Inspection inspector Zhang showed the authority of the official.

"Ajiu, did you take the toughest attack the day before yesterday?" The old patriarch was very worried and looked at Uncle Jiu and said.

Uncle Jiu frowned and said seriously: "When the fight was in a fight, Da Biao and the others were not at home, so how could I care about so much, but I'm sure I will definitely not die!"

When the old patriarch heard this, he felt cold in his heart, thinking that Ajiu had no serious points in the fight, and he might have beaten him to death.
Chapter completed!