It turned out that the deceased residents saw the constables coming out. Knowing that the situation was not good, a flowery arm whistled, and all the deceased residents took advantage of the chaos and all the birds scattered.

Li Shisanlang glanced around, looked at the onlookers, and then looked at the direction of the dilapidated house that had gone away. He bowed his hands and asked Liu Linzhi: "Boss, what should I do now?"

Liu Linzhi touched his beard, glanced around, pondered for a while and said, "Tell me."

Li Shisanlang bowed his hands and said, "As for the order."

Then he glanced around and shouted loudly: "Everyone, after the government inspection, no rice mixed with gravel and river sand was found in the rice shop at present. Please feel free to buy it."

Zhao Di gave a big gift to Liu Linzhi, and then sang a fat promise to the other constables and reported: "The villain told you, what should you do if those who do evil deeds do?"

Liu Linzhi glared at Zhao Di impatiently, and after glanced around, he looked at the direction of the dilapidated settlement that had completely disappeared.

Afterwards, he stretched out his hands and said, "These pounders have been gone for a long time. I still have important business operations. Let me get out of here."

Zhao Ping also stepped forward and bowed to block the detective's way.

He pointed to the injured guy and the destroyed rice, looked up at Liu Linzhi and asked, "The student reported to Mr. Liu that he would definitely do a lot of things to do if he messed up his sons, damaged property, and injured good people. He would do so much harm to the heavens and the truth."

"Punishing evil and promoting good and arresting is also a pleasing business. Why can't we arrest these detestable thugs?"

Liu Linzhi saw him wearing literary clothes and calling him a student. Although he was still young, he had to pay attention to it.

He couldn't help but frowned and asked impatiently: "Who is Zhuzi?"

Zhao Ping bowed to the county school and said, "I am Zhao Ping, a student of the county school."

Liu Linzhi just felt that Zhao Ping's name seemed a little familiar, so he scolded and said, "Since he is a student, he is not mainly studying, why are you here to do?"

Yuan Tao stood up to everyone and stepped forward to look at Liu Linzhi and asked lightly: "I think I should arrest you!"

Yuan Tao is an eighth rank, with the same rank as the county magistrate Liu Ang, and has the power to attack Liu Ang. If Liu Linzhi is to be eliminated, Liu Ang may not be able to protect him.

Liu Linzhi suppressed his unhappiness and stepped forward to give a gift to Yuan Tao.

After scanning the surroundings, he said to the constable named Gu Hai: "Xuezheng is right, the villain will arrange it. Gu Hai, you take three people to arrest those thugs. We have other businessmen to do."

After saying that, he gave him a look. Gu Hai nodded and agreed. The three of them were able to catch more than a dozen pounders, unless they were tied up and stayed at home and waited for the Counterattack to come to their door.

Zhao Ping knew that Liu Linzhi was just dealing with Yuan Tao's affairs, and that he could pay tribute to them in a few days and do things that they were unwilling to do or could not do.

At this time, Zhao Ping suddenly took out more than a dozen pieces of paper and handed it to Yuan Tao, saying, "Yuan Xuezheng, this is the portrait of more than a dozen pounds, and I hope to learn to correct the truth."

Yuan Tao was stunned when he held these more than a dozen portraits of pounding. Not only was his eyes clearly visible, but even the mole was clear, as if it was reflected in a mirror.

But this portrait is too dull and has no spirituality at all.

But the advantage is that it is difficult for these more than a dozen to run away as easily as before.

Yuan Tao frowned and looked at him for a while, then handed him over to Liu Linzhi, the captain, asking him to arrest him according to the portrait.

Needless to say, Liu Linzhi looked at him carefully in amazement.

He glanced at Zhao Ping, and his heart became more and more frightened. He was not allowed to leave any way out for those who were thieves, unless those who were thieves escaped from Changyuan County and would never see their family members for the rest of their lives.

Because in this era, the local concept makes it difficult for them to leave the county, which must have made those who make trouble.

Unexpectedly, the terror of him was still behind him. Zhao Di sang a fat promise around him, and then said, "Dear fellow villagers, elders, brothers, aunts and sisters-in-law, I believe that I have been poisoned by the slaughter for a long time. Is there anything wrong with me?"

Everyone nodded, and some even cried on the spot, constantly insulting these tricks.

When Zhao Di saw this, he nodded and said in a loud voice: "Since all the villagers and elders are already suffering from these pounding, I will post these more than ten pounding portraits here today. We welcome all the villagers and elders to report them. Those who find these pounding clues will give you a consistent lottery, and each catcher will give you a three-point lottery, and the Zhao family workshop will be permanently discounted."

"For the sake of thugs, our family also blacklists. What is a blacklist? That is, people who are not popular with this workshop will refuse to sell the workshop. At the same time, they also notify the merchants who cooperate with this workshop."

When everyone present heard this, many people cheered and cheered, wishing they could find traces of these thugs or arrest them, which not only avenged their own and their relatives' hatred, but also gained the benefits of copper coins.

Even some of the constables were a little moved.

Seeing that the situation was not good, Liu Linzhi immediately glared at the constables with his eyes. The constables beat him up cleverly and immediately shut up.

Zhao Di looked at the detectives coldly and stood on a stool.

After ringing the gongs and drums, he said, "My fellow villagers, I would like to express my humility for what happened today. In order to repay the kindness of fellow villagers, those who visit our store today will issue a thanksgiving card and enjoy nine demolitions for shopping in one year."

Everyone applauded and went forward to receive the thanksgiving card without mentioning it.

The next day, he returned to the county school and was called to the public housing by Yuan Tao.

When Zhao Ping went in, he found that not only him, but Tao Ran, Li Hanshu, and Wang Ziyi were also there. When Zhao Ping saw Zhao Ping coming in, the three of them looked at him angrily. Zhao Ping was embarrassed to laugh.

Yuan Tao had a tense face and asked Zhao Ping why he didn't go to class in the afternoon, so Zhao Ping had to admit his mistake.

Yuan Tao asked Zhao Ping to reach out, but Zhao Ping had to reach over. He heard ten extremely loud sounds of the ruler hitting ten times. Zhao Ping felt that the sound of the attack was far greater than last time. Even if he had internal strength, he could not bear the pain from the ruler. Fortunately, tears were not flowing out in his eyes.

The other three people each suffered five less than Zhao Ping's, and their palms were swollen and their eyes were filled with tears. Zhao Ping could only express humility in his heart. However, what Zhao Ping did not expect was that Zhao Ping had to write fifty copies of the Analects of Confucius, and the other three people each ten times.

After Tao Ran and the other two went out, Yuan Tao sat on the ring chair and drank a sip of tea on the tea bowl. Zhao Ping was still standing respectfully beside the desk, staring at the ground without looking sideways.

With a "bang", Zhao Ping was shocked. He was about to be beaten again, but he heard a sound from the desk.

Yuan Tao looked at the painting of his proud work "The fragrance of horse hooves when he returned from the horse", and then looked at the lyrics of "Looking at the Sea Tide. Changzhou" on the desk, and carefully painted his painting with his hands behind his back.

He didn't ask back, "Look at your poems, there are paintings in the poems. Do you like painting?"

Zhao Ping loved traditional Chinese paintings full of poetry and spirituality from the bottom of his heart, so he nodded and replied: "Report to Xuezheng, students' love for painting comes from the bottom of his heart."

Yuan Tao was furious, took out the ruler and said to Zhao Ping: "Touch your hand over."

Zhao Ping had no idea why, so he had to stretch out his hand. Yuan Tao beat him even harder. Not only did he beat him twenty times, but he also got sweat.

Yuan Tao swam out sweat, while Zhao Ping shed tears.

Yuan Tao looked at Zhao Ping's tears, raised the ruler in his hand, and his saliva had splashed on Zhao Ping's face, and shouted loudly: "I didn't learn well at such a young age, and I actually tasted the use of lies as my teacher. Your paintings are dull and unspiritual. Is it because of nature?"

"It's indeed natural." Zhao Ping rushed out, "In order not to let those who rush to escape easily, those who are lying behind the scenes feel the pressure exerted by students and increase their illegal costs. This is the only way for students to do."

Speaking of this, Zhao Ping raised his head and looked at Yuan Tao and said, "Xuezheng didn't know if he noticed it. The constable named Gu Hai seemed to behave wrongly. If it weren't for Li Shisanlang's constable quick eyes and quick hands, today the Zhao rice shop would have confirmed the reputation of rice mixed with stone river sand, and it would even have a bad impact on all the productions of Zhao's workshops. It might not be impossible for Zhao's workshop to go bankrupt or be swallowed by someone."

Yuan Tao had already raised the ruler in his hand and wanted to punish this bad disciple. He could not help but put it down and then looked at the willow tree outside the window with his hands behind his back. The willow tree swayed her soft waist like a gentle little lady in a row of dances, and asked half-believingly, "How could this happen? You won't say it seriously in order to excuse yourself, right?"

Zhao Ping pondered, immersed in the memories, and then said: "At that time, Gu Hai had already taken out a small bag from his arms and was about to open it. If the bag was opened, there were stones and river sand falling into the rice. How could Zhao's workshop make it clear?"

Yuan Tao was also immersed in the memories, nodding first, then shook his head, pulled and nodded again, and repeated this many times, but his face became more and more serious.

Zhao Ping knew that Yuan Tao was a pure gentleman in the ivory tower, a scholar who loved chess, calligraphy and painting, and a good person who acted with a gentleman's heart. Although he was fifty years old, he had never experienced the real sins of the officialdom, and it might be difficult to communicate with him for a while.

In order not to disturb Yuan Tao's thoughts, Zhao Ping gave a big gift: "Study, the students have something to do."

Yuan Tao, who was in deep thought, heard this and seemed to be awakened and said, "Let's wait."

Zhao Ping had no choice but to stop, turn around and salute respectfully in front of Yuan Tao: "What else does Xuezheng want to ask?"

While lifting the ruler, Yuan Tao pointed to the avatar drawn by Zhao Ping, frowned and asked, "Your paintings obviously have a certain level of knowledge. Who did you learn from?"

Before Zhao Ping could answer, Yuan Tao frowned and asked, "I heard that you can play two songs with a flute that I have never heard of before?"

Zhao Ping looked up at Yuan Tao and replied: "These are all taught to me by gods."

Yuan Tao put down the ruler and carefully looked at the face portraits of Zhao Ping's paintings on the desk, the lyrics of "Looking at the Sea of ​​Tide. Changyuan" and "Changyuan Fu".

With such a young age and achieving such high achievements, in addition to geniuses, only the teachings of gods can explain it.

If Zhao Ping's poems and verses are said to be explained by geniuses, the portraits and music from "Liang Zhu" and "A Laugh in the Sea" can only be explained by gods.

Thinking of this, Yuan Tao asked, "Can you play a song for your teacher to listen?"

Zhao Ping looked at his swollen little hands, and Yuan Tao seemed to have not seen it, and handed him a flute.
Chapter completed!