Rice slurry water is not a good food. When cooking wheat rice, add more water. When the water boils, decant the rice soup and put it in a pottery pot. Then it fermentes into sour slurry after being warmed by the stove for two days. If it is less particular, use rice washing water to make it and pick some green vegetables mixed in it, it can also be eaten. It is really a standard and standard soup.

But this rice slurry also has one advantage, that is, the sour taste is not heavy, the thickness is suitable, and it is an appetizing and clearing fire. People who watch the night can take a few mouthfuls from time to time, which can also refresh the mind and relieve fatigue.

Although the Northern Weiwei is not a clear-water yamen, there is always a person who is too unsuccessful to make a fortune and has to sit on the bench. There is also a Shizhong Temple with such a role, but this person is already in the Han court and is completely tempted to rebel. He is not vague at all when he takes the orders of the rebellion group.

Of course, not everyone has such an extreme awareness of asking for money. As a member of the civil service system of the Han Dynasty, even if he is not satisfied and is not as good as the best, he is still more than the best. Even if the phlegm occasionally surges up, such a rebellious thought comes up. When looking at the family and the family, the relatives of the tribe, the idea will naturally be extinguished.

Forget it, do an errand and do your ethics, who is not like this? Even if you only have sour sauce and cakes during the night patrol, your life is always much better than ordinary people, right?

He stuck a wooden spoon into the clay pot, scooped a spoonful of sour slurry and put it into his mouth. The older policeman smacked his lips and leaned closer to the brazier. As he got older, he was not energetic. He smiled apologetically at his younger colleagues, and the old policeman said, "I'll be vigilant in the second half of the night." He wanted to doze against the stable fence.

But before his colleague could speak, a loud noise came from behind:

"Qua!"

The old man shivered, turned his head quickly, and saw the source of the "gua" with the light from the brazier.

Nothing surprising, it's just a toad, just a little bigger...

The toad, almost the size of a breast, was jumping leisurely on the road in Ma City. Unlike the ordinary toads with scars, this toad was smooth all over, but the color was vermilion red, and it didn't look like a living thing that should be found in the world.

The old policeman stared at the toad jumping over the road in Ma City, heading straight towards the prisoner's body that the Northern lieutenant was hanging on the flagpole to show his public. He came to his senses and turned around suddenly, covering the mouth of his colleague who was about to scream:

"Shh, don't make a sound! Leave down, lie down quickly!"

He dragged his colleagues to the ground, but the old crew member still covered the mouth of the policeman next to him, regardless of the moisture he had already exposed. The two of them stared at the toad, watching the toad jump to the foot of the dead body, but did not leave. Just the soil under the foot of Kong Zhang's body, the vermilion toad raised his head, staring at the dead head and headless corpse like a pilgrimage. Finally, he lowered his head and pulled it up with his thick and short webbed limbs on the ground that was trampled on.

As for common sense, no matter how elastic the frog's smooth skin is, no matter how strong and powerful the limbs are, they will be ground into a bloody and rotten flesh when rubbed against the thick and hard ground. However, the situation tonight was full of strange and unreasonable spirit everywhere. It was supposed to be a ground that was as hard as a rock for many years, and even soaked in heavy rain, but it was really pulled open a shallow pit!

Seeing the vermilion clams spread open the ground and plucked into the shallow pit on the ground for a few times, they saw the toad with evil spirits raised its head, kicking its hind limbs hard on the ground, jumping about a stubborn person, and directly leaping onto the body. The thick but extremely powerful front limbs were like frogs who were courting each other in May and June, and they hugged Kong Zhang's body tightly and began to patrol up and down. They could still vaguely see dark green mucus on the body of the strange toad, which made the body so stained that it was large and wet.

This situation that had never been seen before made the old policeman breathe so he could only hold his breath and wait for the strange toad to leave after he finished his own business.

The two men were secretly hoping that the thing that could not tell whether it was a monster or a monster seemed to have finally fiddled with enough of the corpse, jumped back to the ground, turned around, but rushed directly to the stable.

Seeing that the thing was getting closer and closer to this side, the old policeman looked at him and could no longer shout out, but his colleague who was fighting with his teeth kept cheering him up and said, "There's no way, brother, let's fight!"

Speaking of trying hard, this colleague, who was a little more courageous, stopped trembling, but nodded with great determination.

After making up his mind, the old policeman had already touched his waist knife. When he looked at his colleagues, he saw the determination in the other party's expression. Then, he jumped up from the ground like a crazy tiger from the mountain: "Run!!!!"

The roar was like thunder, the body was as fast as lightning, and the two soldiers who had accumulated energy for a long time exerted their strength at the same time!

The direction of the force was not right. The strange toad came from the north and the old man rushed towards the East Tiger. However, his colleague ran towards the West Wolf and happened to have never even met the thing that looked like a monster or a monster.

He just shouted like this!

Unfortunately, the old man ran a few steps, and suddenly a hole in his mind seemed to be hit by a strong man, and he didn't know the situation.

...

………

Qin Feng stood in front of the banner where Kong Zhang was hanging his corpse and showed his public display. He held his hands behind his back with some annoyance, like a wolf who was only locked in a cage. From the city-like prisoner Jiang An, the head of the Northern Lieutenant, who was responsible for investigating security affairs, came to the scene. Looking at the scene of the crime, which was temporarily isolated from ordinary people with white cloth, he looked silent.

After Qin Feng took a few steps and no longer had the interest in pulling the mill, Jiang An followed and reported to Qin Feng: "The officer, the officer on duty last night had woken up, but his life was saved. He was just talking nonsense, saying that it was a monster that caused the trouble. It seemed that he was frightened. The doctors in the department impressed them with Cinnabar Anshen San, and probably had already fallen asleep now..."

Listening to the report, Qin Feng slightly pointed his head in his jaw, pointed his backhand and a bunch of jasmine that had emerged from under the banner pole at some point, and said irritably: "What do you think about this?"

As Qin Feng pointed out, it happened that the place where Kong Zhang hung his corpse, white jasmine, which was as tall as knees, was born, with straight branches and leaves, and it was a bit lush. It was particularly rare. This bush had already bloomed. Compared with the white jasmine sized by ordinary fingernails, the flower room of this bush was as big as a pigeon egg, and the fragrance was particularly rich, which was definitely not inferior to the famous flowers of the palace garden that Ziyou visited today.

But if people with a little common sense think about it, they think this is definitely unusual. People on the ground in the Ma City. After stepping on it for so many years, they have long become a large piece of rammed earth as hard as stone. Not to mention a natural and delicate flower like Jasmine, even the best living dogtail grass, it is difficult to take root and sprout in such places.

It would be fine if a bunch of jasmine emerged out of thin air in the city of Ma, but it would be fine to bribe several doctoral officers to make a few nonsense, saying that the emperor is virtuous and that the grass and trees are in the world are easy to explain. But it is so dying, but this bunch of jasmine was born under the corpse of the great rebel prisoner. How can this be explained?

During the Han Dynasty, Confucianism attached the most importance to the study of prophecies, disasters and strangeness. Regardless of changes in the celestial phenomena or natural disasters, they were more or less related to political struggles in the court. It can be said that disasters and auspiciousness are the greatest tools for using the will of heaven to create a public opinion environment that is beneficial to one's own faction during this political struggle.

As a result, this strange thing was so dying. It was now in Luoyang City, which was loose on the outside and tight on the inside. Then, I am afraid that there will be a series of out-of-control situations.

Several officials who had a rough understanding of the ecology of the court looked at each other and saw the deep melancholy in each other's eyes.

As soon as a disaster occurs, the rebellion case that has not been completely publicly made, and the political struggle that follows must be put in the open. Who said that the Han Dynasty has always followed Dong Zhongshu's political theory of sympathy with heaven and man as the basis for governing. When a comet appears in the sky, even the prime minister will be dismissed?

As soon as this sorrowful mood began to begin, a minor official came to report worse news like a bird who reported the death: "The ministry, Zhou Daling, the internal envoy who was in charge of the imperial edict, heard that something happened in Ma City, and specially ordered the knowledgeable scholar Dr. Du from Taichang Temple to come here to help."

Now Qin Feng heard the three words "Zhou Daling" and was anxious to get angry. He waved his hand and said, "The Northern Weiwei also has to deal with the matter of investigating rebellious cases. Please ask Dr. Du to do it yourself."

Before he finished speaking, someone said in a silence: "The Qin lieutenant is busy with official duties, and Du Lan dared not to work with the Qin lieutenant to help him, but he didn't know where the other thing happened?"

Before Qin Feng could answer, the doctor of Taichang Temple who had crawled into the white brass and pulled up the warning circle had already gone to see the strange jasmine cluster by himself.

After walking around the bunch of white jasmine for three turns, Du Lan also picked a large ******* and put it on the tip of his nose to sniff it. Then he tore off the petals one by one, put it in the palm of his hand and looked carefully. The more he looked, the more he looked, the more he looked solemn the face of the doctor in Taichang Temple. Finally, he held the torn petals with his palm and came towards Qin Fengxing.

Qin Feng is now in a lawsuit, so he has no time to deal with such a civil servant who has no real job, but unexpectedly his sleeve was pulled by Du Lan and he cannot break free. He turned around impatiently and happened to see a close-up of Du Lan's iron-green face.

"Qin...the lieutenant..." Dr. Du's voice changed a little in a blink of an eye, "Do you really don't know the inside story?"

Qin Feng was upset and said loudly without thinking: "I only heard from my subordinates this morning, and I am also confused now."

"That's good, that's good, that's good..." After saying it again and again, Du Lan let down most of his heart and said in his heart: "Qin Master, this cluster of demon flowers cannot be kept. While this matter has not spread, he quickly ordered someone to shovel the cluster of demon flowers and burn it with fire. This is the way for you and me to protect themselves now!"

As he said that, he spread his hands and exposed the jasmine petals in his palm for Qin Feng to see. The petals were just ordinary, but on these petals that were only a few points larger than the fingernail, there were purple characters, and the words "one petal" and "two" words seemed to be clear:

"The fire loses its virtue, Mao Jin sword, and the holy virtue and peace are the national security."
Chapter completed!