Martial arts supreme

Chapter 237 Escorted in front of the government office and left silently alone

I have to praise the old man for being affectionate and gracious. After pushing and shoving with Ye Feng for a while, he just refused to accept the two taels of silver.

However, when Ye Feng asked him for something, the old man blushed and looked at the two taels of silver, and nodded in shame and embarrassment.

"Ye Shaoxia, I will accept the two taels of silver, old man." The old man also realized that if he didn't accept the money today, Ye Feng would definitely not want the clay figurine, and it was not an option to continue pushing and shoving endlessly, since Ye Feng asked him to do something, so he simply nodded and asked: "I wonder what the young man can do? If the old man can do it, he will definitely not refuse."

Ye Feng smiled and said nothing. He put Fang Tianji aside, holding the clay figurine in his left hand and picking up the pen on the stall with his right hand. He dipped it in ink and wrote a few lines on a piece of white paper.

After the handwriting on the paper dried, Ye Feng took out the 30 taels of silver note from his pocket, wrapped it in that paper and handed it to the old man who made the clay figurine.

"Old man, this place is not far from the government office, you can just bring this thing to the magistrate."

"This……."

The old man's complexion instantly turned a lot whiter, and he stared at the thing in Ye Feng's hand with wide eyes, but did not dare to reach out and take it.

The old man making the clay figurine has never seen so much money in his life, not to mention the 30 taels of silver notes. He has never seen even a 500 taels of silver note a few times.Although this place is only more than 30 meters away from the government office, once so much money is robbed by someone, the old man feels that if he has been a clay figure for ten lifetimes, he may not be able to pay back the [-] taels of silver.

"Ye Shaoxia, you...don't be joking. I... I don't have good legs and feet. If someone snatches this, you will take my old life, and I can't afford you." The old man said His head shook like a rattle, instead of going to pick up the bank note, he took three steps back.

Ye Feng smiled faintly and coughed lightly: "Old man, don't refuse in a hurry. I will escort you to the government office. You can just go in and hand these banknotes to the prefect."

When Ye Feng said this, most of the old man's panic dissipated, and he took the banknote wrapped in paper with trembling hands.After that, he didn't clean up the stall much. Shivering and frightened, he and Ye Feng rushed to the government office.

"Old man, don't be so nervous, isn't there a junior by your side." Ye Feng led the horse and persuaded the old man to relax as he walked.If the old man walked to the government office in such a stiff manner, he would be exhausted to death when he came out again.

The old man swallowed hard, calmed down a little bit the nervousness in his heart, glanced at the bulging paper in his hand, and asked curiously: "Ye Shaoxia, what do you want me to send the silver bill to the government office for?"

Ye Feng smiled lightly and did not answer bluntly. He said in a closed manner: "Old man, when you hand over the bank notes in your hand to the magistrate, he will naturally tell you."

"Hey! Even if Ye Shaoxia doesn't know, I have a pretty good guess. If there are more people like you in Qingshui Country, why worry about the country not being prosperous?" The old man has already guessed the answer. In addition to admiring Ye Feng for his kindness and charity, In addition, the tone is also mixed with a selfish sigh for people's hearts.

The Qingshui Country in the old man's heart is not poor, and there are not a few people who spend money like water.Leaving aside each sect, in this small town of Huaxiong alone, there are as many as a hundred rich men who can spend tens of thousands of taels of silver.

But in Huaxiong Town, there are still people who don't have enough food and clothing, and very few people give alms to the poor.Don't say it was rescued by alms, and it would be considered a favor if you don't step on it a few times when you see it on weekdays.

"Old man, you don't have to sigh. Ye Mou has long heard that the prefect of Huaxiong Town is an upright official. I believe that in the near future, the prefect will make the townspeople live a life of ample food and clothing."

"The magistrate's character is obvious to all. He is a rare Qingtian lord. When common people like me talk about the magistrate, no one gives a thumbs up and praises him. You don't know that the magistrate has served Huaxiong Town all these years. It’s heart-breaking, but the prefect will be very happy to be supported by Young Master Ye today.”

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The two talked while walking. As they talked more, the previous nervousness was no longer visible on the old man.

When the two arrived in front of the mansion, Ye Feng stood with his hands behind his back and looked up at the four-character plaque of "Huaxiong Mansion", then turned around and smiled at the old man who made the clay figurine, "I'm sorry you are getting old."

The white-haired old man looked at the two guards at the gate of the government office, then bowed to Ye Feng, turned around and walked towards one of the guards.Afterwards, the old man muttered a few words with the guard, and was led into the government office by the guard with a knife on his waist.

After the old man walked into the mansion, Ye Feng sighed softly, and instead of staying any longer, he led the horse and left the front of the mansion.

According to Ye Feng's original intention, he planned to hand over the bank note to the magistrate to thank the magistrate for his kindness in person, but now Ye Feng could not allow him to visit him.

In fact, Ye Feng thought it would be a good idea to ask the old man who made the clay figurines to send the bank notes.At least it saves a lot of trouble, and there is no need to listen to the prefect's words of gratitude.

Leading the horse out of Huaxiong Town, Ye Feng looked at the town with a halberd in his back, wondering what he was thinking, but a smile gradually appeared on his face.

Turning around after a moment, Ye Feng's eyes were locked in the direction of Jian Zong. He jumped on the horse and grabbed the reins with his left hand. He knocked the horse's belly with his legs, and the horse went straight to Jian Zong along the official road.

Just after Ye Feng galloped for a mile, two people hurried out of the government office in Huaxiong Town.

The leader is about forty years old, wearing a light blue long gown, thin body and slightly haggard face, but those bright eyes are exceptionally energetic.

Don't look at this person's relatively plain clothes, but the temperament he exudes is not comparable to ordinary people.

"Mr. Zhang, why isn't Ye Feng here?" The man hurried to the street, looked around, and turned to ask the old man who made the clay figurine.

The old man walked down the steps, stood next to the magistrate and looked at both sides of the street, then scratched his head in doubt, and sighed wryly in the next second.

Bowing to salute, the old man said sternly: "Mr. Magistrate, the common people estimate that Ye Feng... is gone."

The magistrate frowned immediately, then rubbed his temples, took out the 30 taels of silver note and the paper with a few lines written on it from his arms, stood there and sighed quietly: "Ye Feng, Ye Feng, you Why are you in such a hurry to leave? That's all! After a few days, I can only leave for the ancient leaf sect."

The words of the magistrate of Huaxiong Town made the old man who made the clay figurine slightly startled, and frowned slightly but didn't understand what he meant.

At this moment, Ye Feng, who had galloped five miles away on horseback, did not know that because he had killed the bandits in Xiong'er Mountain, he returned to the Ancient Ye Sect three days later and was greeted by a big shot.

(End of this chapter)