C74

The man was a monk with long eyebrows and a straw hat. He wore an almond yellow cassock, and he looked very old. He carried a smooth bamboo cane in one hand, and carried some luggage on his back. He looked like a monk walking on four sides.

The little girl was crying and feeling very sad. Seeing this, she was even angrier. She picked up a handful of dirt from the ground and threw it at the monk, causing the ducks in front of her to fly all over the place.

The monk said with a laugh, "Don't worry, I'll help you."

As he spoke, he was already in front of the duckweed. He raised the bamboo cane horizontally in the air and pointed it at the flock of ducks. He then said, "How dare you, you featherless animals, incriminate us?"

As he spoke, he waved his other sleeve, like the wind blowing.

Strangely, these few unremarkable jokesters actually possessed boundless power. The ducks that had been flying high in the sky all obediently descended from the sky.

The little girl who was initially worried that the duck would run away and was grieving immediately stopped crying upon seeing this. She opened her watery eyes and looked at the monk strangely.

The long-browed monk let out a "ha" and said, "Kid, why aren't you splitting up the duck food properly? Do you still want them to peck at you?"

As he said that, he waved his sleeves non-stop, causing the wind to howl in the air. It was this period of time that had intimidated the thousands of ducks into submission.

Having been reminded by the monk, the little girl hurriedly picked up the vat and split the duck.

During this process, the thousands of ducks were frightened by the monk's sleeve wind, and only after the monk had suddenly stopped did they repeat themselves, squawking and rushing forward, as they all began to gobble down the food.

The long-browed monk laughed, "See, isn't that good? The next time you feed the ducks, remember to put on a raincoat so they won't peck you. "

The little girl originally hated him for teasing her, but unexpectedly, she had done him such a great favor. She didn't care about the pain or the red on her body as she smiled at the monk.

"You really are a good monk. Help me feed the ducks." "Hmm, your eyebrows are so long!"

The monk laughed and said, "Is this Wuxi County?" Little miss, do you know? "

"Of course it's Wu Xi."

As she spoke, she carried the two empty buckets and walked out of the duck camp. However, she strangely sized up the monk and said, "Eh, you're not a monk from the temple here?"

"No, no." The monk said.

"Then where did you come from?" The little girl said.

"As a monk, he has the entire world as his home. Why do you care where he comes from?" The monk said.

This little girl was at least twelve or thirteen years old, but she was actually quite good at talking. Her eyes were both large and lively, and she was just constantly looking around.

"Monk, what's your name?" The little girl said.

"Monks do not have names, only magic names. "Oh right, just call me monk!"

At this point, he saw half of the woman's body stick out from the kitchen and shout from a distance, "Silver Flower, you dead bastard, are you feeding the ducks to the horizon?"

The little girl named "Silver Flower" stuck her tongue out in fear and said to the monk, "My mom is going to hit me, so I have to go."

He turned to the woman and said loudly, "Mom, there's a monk with karma here."

He picked up the wooden bucket and walked towards the woman.

As soon as she heard that there was a monk, the woman hurriedly walked out of the kitchen while tidying her clothes.

At this time, the long-browed monk slowly walked over. He clasped his hands together and greeted the woman, "Amitabha, this female benefactor has arrived."

Ah!" The woman wiped her hands on her apron and said, "Big Master, don't be too polite. We are the leaders. If you want money, you have to find him. I don't …

The long-browed monk shook his head and said, "Wrong, wrong. Monk doesn't want money. We just walked for a day and still haven't eaten. If the female donor has already prepared porridge, a bowl of porridge would be given to relieve her hunger. "

The woman said, "So that's how it is."

Silver Flower hurriedly said, "Yes, yes. I have an important guest today. My mom is busy cooking!"

The woman glared fiercely at Silver Flower and said angrily, "Little kids, don't interrupt …" He then changed to a smiling face and said, "Since First Master has said so, please come to the kitchen to have a meal with me!"

"Amitabha, disturb, interrupt!"

As the monk spoke, he clasped his hands and bowed to the woman, then he walked towards the kitchen with the mother and daughter.

The kitchen was occupied by two or three stove. Red flames flickered, and steaming food was on the stove. On one side of the kitchen table, there was a plate full of chicken, duck, and fish.

"Amitabha, is this an important guest?" The monk said.

It was probably because he was afraid that he would be infected by the meat. Seeing the bloodthirsty aura on the table, the old monk stopped moving his feet.

"Isn't it?" The woman pointed at the silver flowers in front of her and said, "Her father is the postman here, and officials come and go, so it's inevitable that they receive him."

"So that's how it is. Sorry for the disrespect."

The monk clasped his hands and bowed again.

"I don't think it's too clean inside. Grand Master, if you don't mind, just eat outside!" the woman said.

"That's good. I'll stay in the courtyard." The monk said.

There was a stone table nearby, and the old monk didn't hold back. He placed both his hands on the stone table, tidied it up, and then sat down on a stone drum.

The woman then brought out a bowl of porridge, a plate of steaming hot steamed buns and a small plate of local soy sauce. This was quite good.

The long-browed monk was already hungry. Upon seeing this, he could not help but eat as he said, "Thank you! "Many thanks!"

He began to eat and drink without a trace of politeness.

The woman secretly smiled and said, "Master, you can use it yourself. I won't wait on you anymore."

The old monk did not have the leisure to speak, he could only clasp his hands together and express his gratitude repeatedly.

The woman was calling for Silver Flower to go in when she heard a series of footsteps. It was so loud that the old monk stopped eating and looked up at the road.

A group of people appeared on the road. They did not resemble the officials at the entrance of the yamen, nor did they resemble people from the martial arts world. They did not resemble the escort of bodyguards, but rather, a group of men.

They gradually approached.

Aren't they a bunch of men with crops? There were a total of thirty or so people. Each of them wore a tattered straw hat and raincoats, and a pair of straw sandals. Most of them carried a pair of burdens as they walked, creaking and creaking as they walked.

Such a large gang had arrived in front of him from far away. It was as if they had walked a long way, and could no longer move once they arrived here.

The 20 or so stragglers all stopped in front of the relay station.

The station had already received the news, and a small official in official robes hurried out to receive him.

After conversing for a while, a few attendants came out. They helped each other for a while and invited all the men in the field in.

The little girl with silver flowers carefully observed. She lifted her eyes and asked her mother, "Mom, why did Daddy call them all to come in …" Is this our guest? "

The woman was also a bit confused. She thought it was some amazing guest that came to visit and had been busy the whole day slaughtering chickens and ducks, but in the end, it turned out to be a large group of men who were picking up crops. She had to hurry up and help them, ignoring the old monk eating outside, she ran into the kitchen in a fluster.

The postman's surname was Ren, and he had a single name, 'Chi'.

The most pitiful officer in the world was most likely him.

In terms of position, a seventh rank county magistrate was extremely small.

He, the postman, had to be reduced by three levels. He could not even be compared to the county's "Fourth Elder".

However, there was one benefit to being a manager who could be considered a lone wolf. It was more convenient to curry favor with the higher ups than the county magistrate. He would bow and bow all day to send them off.

Even though it was difficult to serve senior officials, there were still rules to be followed. What they were afraid of was a group of small officials with sesame seeds. The bailiffs and constables in the yamen were the most difficult to deal with.

These people all had a protective talisman, an emergency document of eight hundred miles in radius, an official warrant for the arrest of a criminal in the sea, and the orders of all the managers of the yamen, regardless of which one they flashed.

He, the postman, had to respectfully welcome him. Even the slightest bit of change in the atmosphere was enough to make him unable to bear the consequences.

Earlier, the yamen authorities had taken care of him and told him to take care of this errand.

As for the details, Ren Chi didn't know. He only knew that Qin Zhe, the head of the third squad in Hangzhou, was being escorted down from the provincial capital along with the other county constables.

Before they had even met, all the official documents had already arrived. This made it so that no one dared to lower their guard.

He had been in the post for more than ten years.

He had seen a lot of different officials.

There was no need to mention the similar work, he could just use his eyes to glance at it and his ears to listen, and he would know.

With his intelligence, he could always do whatever he wanted. He could only do whatever he wanted when people said what they wanted, and he never failed when people said what he said or what he didn't know.

However, he was somewhat confused about the task in front of him. What kind of business was this?

Constable Qin was their old friend, and with the addition of the neighboring counties' Boss Li, Boss Cai, and Boss Ma, they were all old friends. Although these people did not look like they were on the same level as the officials, they were all dressed in the livery of the city. Most commoners and merchants would have to deal with them on a daily basis.

This confused Ren Chi.

What kind of errand would require a head constable from one county, six counties, to go all out. This was something that he could not understand no matter how much he thought about it.

Now that both sides had met, even though he didn't open the bottle gourd, it had become heavier.

The twenty to thirty strong men entered the inn one by one, the people who were drinking tea busily asking for water all gathered in a ball.

Ren Chi forced himself to remain patient in the side room, smoking half a bag of cigarettes before arriving at the hall.

The head constable, Qin Zhao, who was known as the Thousand-Hands Divine Catcher, had already washed his face. He was drinking tea with an ashen face, and when he saw Ren Chi, he hurriedly stood up and bowed with a cupped fist, forcing a smile. "Excuse me, excuse me, I've caused you so much trouble."

"What is it? Since your brother has personally come, how can your brother not wholeheartedly entertain you? " Ren Chi said.

"I don't dare, I don't dare. We'll hand over our work another day, and our brothers will specifically come back to pay our respects to us." Qin Zhao said.

Then Li, Cai, Ma, and Zhang came in and greeted Ren Chi with a smile.

Only after they sat down did Ren Chi notice that although Qin Zhao was dressed as a farmer, he was in the inner layer of his bamboo hat with a patch of white hemp on it. His waist was tied with a rope and his shoes were covered with hemp. For someone who was out walking, especially someone with an official position, this was an important act of mourning.

"What's the matter?" Ren Chi's eyes were wide open as he spoke with great surprise, "Which one of you …"

It was one thing to not mention it, but when he mentioned it, Qin Zhao's eyes turned red and his face turned white. He could only smile bitterly and shake his head repeatedly.

The Fuyang County Constable, Black Panther Cai Yang, hurriedly winked at Ren Chi. He let out an "Ah!" but did not continue the conversation.

The atmosphere seemed to have sunk.

Seeing Ren Ziling's blank look, Cai Yang had no choice but to explain further.

"Elder Ren, you probably don't know." Boss Cai's expression was cold as he said, "Big Brother Qin must have had some problems at home during this trip."

"This …" Ren Chi said in surprise, "I've never heard of it …" How is the old gramps? "

"There's no need to mention this …" Cai Yang shook his head, his expression dark.

When the people in the room heard this, not a single person uttered a sound. Naturally, no one answered Old Master Ren's words.

Seeing that the conversation was not going well, Ren Chi quickly changed the topic, clapping his hands and said, "Everyone must be hungry after a day's journey. Come, come, let's go eat at the back."

At this moment, these words were the most pleasing to hear.

Thousand-Hands was the first to capture Qin Zhao. He stood up and said with a smile, "People are iron, while food is steel. Come, brothers. Let's go eat and see what kind of good dishes Lord Ren has prepared for me."

In the end, he was still able to eat on the ground. He could take it and put it to use. However, Qin Zhe's words made the big fellows laugh. For a moment, everyone was overjoyed as they made their way to the canteen in the backyard.

Halfway to the canteen, Ren Chi stopped the black panther, Cai Yang, and asked quietly, "What's going on? What happened to Qin Zhao's family? "

Cai Yang shook his head and sighed. "You don't know about such a big thing?"

Ren Chi said, "I don't have Clairvoyant, Clairaudient. His family lives in Hangzhou, and this place is Wuxi."

Only then did Cai Yang put his head close to his ear and whisper, "My husband and mother were both killed, and my son died." The house is on fire... Cough! The Qin family's sister-in-law was also kidnapped. "

Hearing this, Ren Chi was dumbfounded.

"This... My God … "Who did this?" Ren Chi said.

"This is hard to say …" Cai Yang rubbed his chin and said, "It's most likely that woman."

"That woman." It was unknown when it had become synonymous with a person, but it represented the strong woman who had killed and looted people in Zhejiang Province – Fourth Miss Yun.

Hearing this, Ren Chi didn't say anything further.

Everyone seemed to have a taboo. When it came to "that woman", everyone kept quiet and didn't want to say anything anymore.

From this, it could be imagined just how powerful Fourth Miss Yun's cultivation was.

It was rare to see someone who could maintain his calm after encountering a massacre as heinous as Qin Zui.

This was where Qin Zui became a hero and was respected.

During the banquet, the punches that were slicing open the air were jeering and jeering. It didn't seem like such a thing was happening at all.

Thousand-Hands was just a bit more silent than the others when he captured Qin Zhaoge.