Great Qin, I Support Su, the Strongest Tyrant

Chapter 21 Turn yourself in!
Under the deliberate push of Hu Hai's huge forces, the news that Fusu wanted to donate a thousand shi of grain to aid the disaster-stricken area in Nanyang spread rapidly across the land of Qin.

In teahouses, inns, in shops...

All the places where good and bad people are mixed and the news is the most circulated are discussing this matter.

"Have you heard? This time there was a plague of locusts in Nanyang, Mr. Fusu personally paid for a thousand shi of grain!"

"It's true! I've long heard that Mr. Fusu has a kind heart. I can't finish this thousand shi of grain by myself in a lifetime!!"

"Who says it's not! Otherwise, how can you say that the young master Fusu should really inherit the throne!"

"Indeed, no matter what, I, Zhang San, absolutely support the eldest son as emperor!"

"Fuck you, you little Zhangsan, what's the use of supporting you?"

The people in the market don't know the truth of the matter, and the major events that happened in the court are just their gossip after dinner.

However, such a news, through their mouths, quickly spread throughout the streets and alleys...

……

At the same time, the residence of the Eighteenth Prince.

"Young Master Qi, according to your instructions, the news has been spread!"

"Under our intentional praise, good words about the eldest son are now being circulated in the market!"

Listening to his subordinate's report, Hu Hai showed a sinister smile on his face: "Very good! Very good!"

"As the saying goes, the higher you stand, the harder you fall!"

"I'd like to see what my elder brother, who can't even afford a stone of grain, will look like in the mouths of the common people in three days' time..."

"Report!! The eldest son is out!!!"

At this moment, there was an urgent call from outside the door!

Hu Hai, who was fishing, frowned, with a disdainful expression: "I thought my good brother was going to wait for death, but I didn't expect that he wanted to struggle to die?"

"Keep watching!"

Hu Hai didn't move. In his eyes, he had already cut off all of Fusu's escape routes.

Fusu, there is no chance of a comeback!
……

The mansion of Zhang's family, the doctor of imperial censorship.

"Ahhh!"

A scream like killing a pig came from the Zhang family's inner courtyard!
In a Zhang family in Nuo Da, all the guards of the Zhang family were beaten to death, only Fusu holding a wooden sword and Young Master Zhang fell back on the ground.

"I received a secret report saying that you snatched women's women and disregarded human life. Can you be convicted?"

Fusu asked coldly like a ruthless machine.

"I...I feel guilty!"

Early this morning, Fusu appeared at his door. In recent days, the perpetrators of two consecutive massacres suddenly came to visit. Who would not be nervous?

Young Master Zhang, who already had a ghost in his heart, immediately ordered the gate guard to rush forward to stop him.

But how could it be that some of the guardian servants could be the opponents of Fusu, who was at the peak of his career as a grand master?

After a few encounters, there was the current scene where all the staff fell to the ground...

"Father... my father... is the Imperial Censor of the current dynasty, the right-hand man of His Majesty the First Emperor. I, I... I have been convicted, and I hope the eldest son will let me live!"

Seeing Fusu, the god of killing, coming to the door without saying a word, Mr. Zhang was afraid that his home would become the next Zhao Gao's mansion, so he knelt down and begged for mercy and moved out his father.

"Before dark, go to the county government office, state your crimes, and receive the criminal law according to the laws of the Great Qin Dynasty, and you will be spared death!"

"Otherwise, tomorrow I will come to Zhang's house to visit and enforce the law on behalf of the secretary!"

Fusu didn't say much, and walked out the door with his wooden sword in hand.

Seeing that Fusu had disappeared, the young master of the Zhang family who fell on the ground with weak legs and feet scrambled to his feet and ran towards the county government office.

Although the laws of Daqin are strict, but he just moved his hands and feet and killed an ordinary person. He will definitely not be sentenced to death if he surrenders himself in the Yamen and makes some connections.

But if you don't go now and fall into Fusu's hands, you will die without life!

"Ding! The system prompts: It was detected that you beat up the dog-legged Zijia of the Zhang Family's Evil Young Master, and the tyrant value is +99!"

"Ding! The system prompts: It is detected that you severely beat the bad boy B of the Zhang family. The tyrant value is +99!"

"Ding! The system prompts: It has been detected that you have beaten the face of Zhang Family Evil Young Master himself, and the tyrant value is +299!"

With the evacuation from the Zhang family of the imperial censor, the system prompts sounded belatedly. Due to the large number of servants in the Zhang family, Fusu calculated with his fingers that he made about two thousand tyrant points on this trip!
If you don’t poke it, you really won’t poke it!
Satisfied, Fusu climbed onto the dragon-blood pony and ran non-stop to his home...

……

at dusk.

Xianyang Order Wang Xingshu looked at the young master of the Li family who was kneeling in the hall, with cold sweat on his head: "Another old acquaintance, this is the ninth one today..."

Since this morning, young masters from high-ranking officials and noble families have been running to the county government office with scars on their bodies to surrender.

"What's the situation? Randomly pick the father of a kneeling young master. They are all three levels older than me. I don't have the guts to interrogate them!"

Wang Xingshu sat on pins and needles all day long, having trouble sleeping and eating: "What kind of insanity did you have today, why did everyone come to my yamen to regret life?"

"Or is it that the young masters are tired of playing outside, have never been in prison, and want to take a day trip to the prison?"

Wang Xingshu, who was sweating profusely behind his back, clapped his trembling hands on the eye-catching hall, and asked, "Li Gong...'s son Li Mao, the Yawei newspaper said that you would surrender yourself, you should think clearly. It will be difficult to overturn the verdict!”

Under the hall, the young master of the Li family who was kneeling on the ground trembled: "No problem! I want to sign! I want to draw a pledge!"

"Just let me go to jail and hide for a while!!"

Wang Xingshu in the hall wiped the sweat from his forehead, and looked at Mr. Li, whose father was five ranks higher than his own in the audience, with a trembling voice: "In this case, the case is settled, you can sign and sign first! "

……

The mansion of the Eighteenth Prince.

"you sure……?!"

After listening to his subordinate's report, Hu Hai stood there, the corner of his mouth twitching: "Are you following the wrong person?!"

The subordinate in black had a confident expression on his face: "Don't worry, Sir, I'll follow you, I still have confidence!"

"In order to prevent the eldest son from finding out, the subordinates stay very far away every time!"

"I watched with my own eyes as the eldest son walked into the mansions of the ministers of one house after another. Then there was the sound of fighting in the courtyard, and a moment later the eldest son walked out!"

Still listening to his subordinate's description, Hu Hai's pair of strange-colored pupils flickered with light: "My big brother... what kind of medicine is sold in the gourd..."

……

Inside the palace.

"Fusu...is this really true?!"

After listening to the report from Zhang Han, the leader of the Shadow Secret Guards, Ying Zheng was also very surprised: "This kid... the problem of one thousand shi of grain has not been solved yet, and he has been running around to support justice?!"

After sitting down, Zhang Han hesitated: "I have a saying, whether it's worth saying or not..."

"But it doesn't matter!"

Qin Huang waved his sleeves.

"Since our Great Qin Empire formally unified the six countries and established Xianyang as our capital, our Xianyang has indeed been getting worse day by day..."

"The eldest son's move will rectify our Xianyang customs while maintaining our Daqin laws. It is not a bad thing!"

Ying Zheng frowned slightly, and nodded slightly in agreement: "That's true!"

"But the matter of the thousand stones of grain has not been resolved..."

"He won't really plan to admit that he doesn't have enough food and can't donate so much when the deadline is up, and then he will be ridiculed by the world?!"

(End of this chapter)