fake prince

Chapter 162
"Or go directly to Beijing to catch the exam!"

After getting acquainted, Du Chenglin put on his coir raincoat and came out. When he looked at the sky, the rain was still sporadic, and it was a bit chilly, so he couldn't help reminding him.

At this time, most ordinary people never left their hometowns throughout their lives.

It's not just that you can't afford the toll, but also because you have to pay a price to get the road guide out of the county, and for no reason, who wants to spend more time and money just to get the road guide to go outside?
But scholars have privileges, not to mention juren, even scholars can have ready-made reasons to "study" to travel to famous mountains and rivers at will, and even carry weapons (swords) for self-defense, which is much more free than ordinary people.

And a Juren, no matter how ordinary, will not be short of money for this kind of thing
After Du Chenglin finished speaking, he glanced at Ye Buhui, who was confused, and sighed in his heart—the government recently made troubles in Yaolong Lake and built a high platform. Who knows what kind of big tricks the government will use to control the flood?
It's not just the government, as far as it knows, after the opening of the Dragon Palace, water monsters will gather, but they are not allowed to enter without permission. Many big monsters can't wait, and they will also make moves.

A vortex has formed, disasters outweigh blessings, people cannot interfere in government affairs, but they can take their families to avoid disasters, leaving now is actually the best chance.

Unfortunately, I can't say it clearly.

Seeing Du Chenglin leave, he closed the door and went back, when there was another eager knock on the door outside.

The little fox's ears were all pricked up, so Su Ziji had no choice but to get up again to open the gate.

"What's the matter?" When the door was opened, it was found that the knocker was a local boy who was bewitched by wild Taoists. He was in his teens, with an ordinary appearance and a bit of shrewdness.

The young man's clothes were soaked at the moment, and he didn't go in. Seeing that Mr. Su was the one he was looking for at the door, he immediately whispered extremely fast: "Young master, you told us to keep an eye on the imperial envoy's office. Some of us got the news. It is said that the imperial envoy has notified the main officials of the prefecture and county to go to the Longhu meeting."

"I also heard that the imperial envoy Luo Pei has taken the prefect Huang Liangping to Xiaolong Lake, and invited the executioner. I am afraid that he will be beheaded tomorrow to thank the whole government!"

The young man was afraid that Su Ziji would not believe him, so he emphasized: "There are only two executioners in Shuanghua Mansion, both of whom have been passed down from generation to generation. nor!"

"With this saber technique, when the point is reached, the knife is clean and painless, and the skin is even under the neck, which can be sewn on, and a whole corpse will be obtained."

"There is no money, the blood is bloody and screaming for a stick of incense to die."

"We all know these two executioners, and we have some friendship. That's where we learned from the imperial envoy's personal order - to do things neatly tomorrow, so as not to cause people pain."

"Is the imperial envoy crazy?" Hearing this, Su Ziji couldn't help but gasped. Would he kill the prefect Huang Liangping tomorrow?

After the young man finished speaking, he couldn't help but rubbed his hands. Because of the damp and cold, he planned to leave immediately: "I've finished what I should say, son. I have other news, and I'll tell you later!"

"Wait a minute." Su Ziji called out, took out a piece of five taels of silver from his pocket, and handed it over: "In this weather, it is easy to get sick. This is why I invite you brothers to drink to warm up."

"Thank you for coming to tell me about this. I may have to bother you in the future. When things are over, we have the opportunity to sit down and drink together."

The boy's complexion turned better, and he brought out a smile: "Young master, you're out of touch now, we are friends with Brother Lu, and now it seems that you are worthy of being a friend of Brother Lu, and you can make friends, and you don't look down on us. people!"

Having said that, he took the money honestly, and then said goodbye with a smile on his hands.

Don't look at this young man who looks only a year or two older than Su Ziji, but at first glance, he looks like a veteran. The characteristic of a veteran is that he speaks loyalty and only cares about money.

Su Ziji couldn't help laughing, and was about to close the door when another person came over, and he looked like a wild Taoist.

"My lord, have you heard the news?" Ye Daoist lowered his voice and said, "Shuanghua Mansion is really about to change."

"I heard, come in first to avoid the rain!" Su Ziji said, let the wild Taoist come in, but he didn't go inside, just watched the rain under the eaves, neither of them spoke.

After a long time, the wild Taoist said: "Young master, even if the imperial envoy kills the magistrate, is it going to be smooth sailing? Not necessarily, I think, it is more likely that the magistrate's backstage is furious."

"Now Shuanghua Mansion is no longer a good place, it has become a vortex where gods fight. Although our hands and feet are clean, but if we really investigate, there may be some clues."

"...You think so too?" Su Ziji looked at the rainy night with a dazed gaze, remembered what Du Chenglin said just now, thoughtfully, and said for a long time: "Then let's avoid the limelight."

"However, I still have to watch the scene where the imperial envoy kills the magistrate." This scene was directed by myself. Although there were many loopholes in the middle, as long as there is a result, it is possible to get the seed of humanity——Su Zi Ji has this strong premonition.

"Also, is Huang Liangping really a dead dog?"

Not to mention the conversation between the two, a dike, more than a dozen people in a hurry arrived, all of them were wearing coir raincoats, and at the same time they covered the things they were carrying on their backs.

"When will the rain stop?" There was an old farmer standing under the eaves of a farmer on the side of the road, looking at the muddy field with a sad face.

I don't know if the winter wheat that has been soaked overnight can still survive, and if I can replant it now, will there be time, but I didn't notice that these people had strange faces and were not locals.

The old farmer looked up at the sky, with despair on his face, and sighed. The most important thing for the crops is a good weather. If there is a drought, it will make people anxious.

If things go on like this, they will starve to death again, sell their children and daughters, go out to beg for food and escape, but if there is a way, the peasants dare not, and do not want to leave their hometowns.

Thinking of the story of the flood that his father told him when he was young, the old farmer couldn't help but sigh again.

When their ancestors were in floods, they could still worship the Dragon King and pray for the protection of the Dragon King.

However, in the last years of the former dynasty, the Panlonghe Longjun Shrine was not allowed to be sacrificed by the local government. Although there was no order to smash the temple, the custom of offering sacrifices to the Dragon Lord gradually disappeared here.

"Whether offering sacrifices to the Dragon Lord is useful or not, at least it is a way."

Seeing the rain keeps falling, even if it doesn't stop, the crops will not grow well. When will this be the end?

"Boss, are we really going to dig the dam again?" Some of the passers-by looked at the old farmer with a look of unbearable expression on their faces.

As a result, as soon as he opened his mouth, he was immediately scolded: "Why, are you softening your heart?"

"When you died of illness, was there a government to save you? It was the master who saved you. The scholar died for his confidant. You know how the lord treats us. Since the master wrote a blood book and gave the order to die, we will fight for our lives. , and have to dig another place.”

"And there are so many rewards, all right, stop nagging, go!"

While speaking, more than a dozen people turned into the small road and touched a hut: "There are several dams here, and there are many guards, and finally found a place with few people."

"Kill him and blow up the dam with gunpowder!"

(End of this chapter)