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In the coldest winter, heavy snow fell several times in a row. In the blink of an eye, it was the 23rd day of the twelfth lunar month, and there was no habit of celebrating the Little New Year at this time.

On the 23rd day of the twelfth lunar month, I habitually clean up. Those who should buy meat, and those who should buy new clothes.

Xuzhou chief chief commander Song Jiu got up before dawn, and his wife helped put on soft armor in cowhide and recruited majestic official uniforms outside.

"It's almost the year, and it's not a break, it's really worry-free."

"Xuzhou is generally good, but there are always some scumbags that don't worry. The lord has issued an order and must create a good environment. All counties are taking action. I, as the chief officer, must not be lazy."

Song Jiu put on his clothes and arrived at the yamen, and took two hundred elite constables and set off.

Anyone who knows the knowledge knows that this is a big move.

In the suburbs of Xuzhou City, there is a town shop called Jiangbei Daji. There is a market for officers, soldiers, cattle and horses covering an area of ​​dozens of acres, and a large market for department stores and vegetables. It is a large market every March 8th.

People from all over the countryside nearby come here to attend the market, especially today, the 23rd day of the twelfth lunar month is the annual market.

Zhang Guo is a nearby farmer and is very hardworking. He worked diligently in his early years to accumulate good property and had dozens of acres of land at home. Two donkeys were miraculously preserved during the years of chaos. One of the donkeys gave birth to a baby donkey in the spring of this year.

After a year of breeding, it has become very good. Zhang Guo and his wife and children discussed it and decided to sell the donkey. Early in the morning, Zhang Guo led the donkey with his teenage son Damao and came to the donkey market. Now the government is very caring for breeding, and the annual subsidy of 40 kilograms of salt bricks for breeding large animals.

The little donkey is relatively straight and sold at a price of 8 jin of coins.

A pack of money weighs dozens of pounds, and Zhang Guo has to go home with the money on her back.

Damao is not happy. Isn’t it just to have some food and drink and ask for new clothes after following his father to go to the New Year market?

"Dad, there are those who sell Hula soup. Let's drink a bowl of soup before going home."

"You kid are just greedy, okay."

The father and son sat down at the street stall to drink soup. The stall owner came over to remind him: "Customer, take care of your own items. We are on the roadside."

The vendor seemed to be pointing something, but the father and son didn't care.

"Okay, don't worry, boss."

The father and son ordered two bowls of soup and two buns.

As I was just taking it, I suddenly saw a fight not far away.

The firewood seller met the cabbage seller. The two of them refused to give in to each other and grabbed the collar and started fighting.

The fight was very fierce, and the big fists greeted the clothes, cursed and teared each other.

There are no entertainment activities these days. I like it so much when I see a fighter, and I watch it happily.

"Everyone is optimistic about their own things." The shop owner reminded.

At this time, the two fighters stopped fighting and each dispersed.

Zhang Guo looked under the table and saw that the big bag he was stepping on had turned into a stone.

The cold sweat suddenly came down: "What about the money, what about the money for selling donkeys."

The shopkeeper shook his head repeatedly: "I didn't see it. If there is too much money, please report it to the official immediately."

Not far away there was a small house where the constable was on duty, and Zhang Guo hurried in to report to the official.

"Official, the money for the villain to sell donkeys was lost for eight guan."

The clerk on duty inside was startled: "What, eight guan coins? That's not a few dozen kilograms. Why are you so careless? What kind of package?"

Zhang Guo quickly explained the details clearly, and the two constables with water and fire sticks went out to search.

However, Zhang Guo found that these two constables were just acting and indifferent, and soon he was busy with something else.

Zhang Guo was desperate and was blindly searching in the market like his son Damao Walking Dead.

The father and son walked in the market one step deep and one step shallow, and everyone felt like they were stealing their own pockets.

However, if you catch thieves and stolen goods, you cannot ask questions casually for no reason.

After searching for a long time, he still couldn't see his own wallet. Zhang Guo cried in tears.

At this time, a mysterious man came over, shook his brass waist sign, and lowered his voice and said, "Six doors, don't make a noise, come with me."

The father and son followed the man not far away, and saw a man with a deer-headed rat in a corner of the game, and the two constables were opposite him.

The three of them seemed to be talking about something there, and they felt like they were old friends.

Zhang Guo was suspicious, what was going on? Cats and mice played games?

"Shh, don't say anything, is that your pocket?"

"It's mine, it's a super big bag, a coarse grain bag."

The man waved his hand and a few vegetable sellers rushed over and shook the iron chains in his hand.

"Don't move, brother."

"Nonsense, do you know who I am."

I saw the vegetable seller sneer: "I've long discovered that something is wrong with you two. In such a big market, the thief can't catch him."

After saying that, a few vegetables sold the thief and the two constables locked up.

It turns out that these vegetables are masters of the Six Gates who are ambushing. People often throw things when reporting that this market is a market, but strangely, they have never looked for them.

At this time, Song Jiu led dozens of constables over, and his hands were trembling with anger.

I wish I could cut it on the spot.

"Take the clothes of these two dog thieves out for me."

The impact was so bad that the two of them pulled out their clothes on the spot, put sacks on their heads and put them in carriages and took them away.

Song Jiu took the bag and handed it to Zhang Guo: "Count it and see if the money is low?"

Zhang Guo weighed the weight: "No need to count, no amount, no amount. Thank you, official."

"Be careful in the future."

Four thieves and two constables were caught in this rural market. Song Jiu was so angry that he came outside the town after handling the matter.

Lu Bu and Chen Gong were waiting there.

"Lord, military advisor. The subordinates are not strict in control and are willing to be punished."

Lu Bu smiled: "This kind of thing is not rare. In the future, we will think of a complete way to effectively supervise it. Among the Xuzhou Iron Cavalry, many Xiliang Iron Cavalry are people who are burned and killed. In order not to cause harm, they can only not be allowed to go out of the camp. The soldiers who were originally fighting and killing were difficult to resist in the face of temptation."

Chen Gong also shook his head helplessly: "To govern troubled times, we should use important rules."

"Killing a few typical examples is inevitable, but you can't do it randomly, and you can't break the system. The military advisor takes the lead and form several patrol teams to check the nearby counties. Song Jiu, you should also be more careful and send more people to investigate secretly. You can't let Xuzhou's reputation be ruined in a few rat shit."

The layout began since the twelfth lunar month, and now it is the closing stage.

Hundreds of thieves were arrested, including dozens of traffickers and murder and arson.

The outside of the city walls are full, adding a sense of security to the New Year.

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