The Princess of Northern Land

"What's going on? Everyone is hanging around here with nothing to do, right?" Li Zheng from Shili Village pointed at the people around him angrily and asked. He had just returned from the Yamen and wanted to apply for a tax exemption for the village. In the past few years, the harvest in the village has been small, and after paying 40% of the tax, every family can hardly afford to eat.

But the county magistrate did not agree to their application, and he was still very angry in the yamen. He met Lin Changshu on the road, and the two talked for a while, and he felt better. Unexpectedly, as soon as I returned to the village, I saw the villagers fighting.

At this moment, his mood darkened again.

"What's wrong?" Lin Changshu saw his son crying out of breath in the old man's arms. His younger brother's face was bruised, but he stared at the Ma family, while his younger sister actually had a shining gun in her hand. Sickle, what's going on?

"Li Zheng, you have to make the decision for our Ma family. You saw, the four young and old of the Lin family bullied the two boys of our Ma family." Mrs. Yan cried.

"Yes, Li Zheng, we can't spare the Lin family lightly." Another woman with high cheekbones also came over to help Yan.

"What's going on?" Li Zheng asked the old man.

"Li Zheng, do you need to say more? The four of them from the Lin family, old and young, broke my son's arms, and even took out a sickle to kill him." Yan pointed at Lin Ziyin and complained fiercely, and then hugged half a child on the ground. The child was crying and crying.

"Stop crying." Li Zheng yelled, and Yan finally stopped crying after being slapped by him.

"Li Zheng, it's obvious that it was the Lin family who committed the murder." At this time, a young man who had just arrived pointed at Lin Ziyin and said fiercely, "Look, she still has a murder weapon in her hand."

"Weapons? Which of your eyes saw me killing people with a sickle? Look around, but there are many uncles and uncles holding farm tools. These farm tools can also kill people. Are they also murder weapons?" Lin Ziyin retorted with a sneer.

Lin Changshu was a little worried, "Zi Yin, put down the sickle first."

"Brother, don't worry." Lin Ziyin comforted him, "The perpetrator is still there, and this sickle can be used for self-defense."

The surrounding villagers couldn't help laughing after hearing her words.

"Sharp-tongued and messy." The young man pointed at Lin Ziyin and said angrily.

"With your virtues, even if you give them away for free, you are so stubborn. You really make yourself proud. You are really worthy of your surname. You have a long face." Lin Ziyin knew from the face of the stranger that he was from the Ma family. man of.

"Hahaha." People around him originally thought that Ma Zhicai's face was just a little longer, and they didn't think there was anything strange about it. Now, after listening to Lin Ziyin's analogy, and looking at Ma Zhicai again, it turns out that his face can match that of a horse. In comparison, ridicule suddenly broke out.

"You bitch." Seeing the embarrassment on the face of her second son who felt the most distressed, Yan couldn't bear it anymore.

"No matter how cheap I am, I can't compare to you." Lin Ziyin glanced at her lightly, "How else could I give birth to a son with such a horse-faced face?"

At first, everyone didn't understand what it meant, but if you think about it carefully, isn't the horse face just a beast?

As a result, the laughter around them became louder, and some people even squatted on the ground laughing.

Ma Zhicai's face turned purple. Ever since he was admitted to Tongsheng, he considered himself a scholar and had always been very noble. But today he was ridiculed by Lin Ziyin, a country girl, and his tone suddenly stuck in his throat.

"Li Zheng, please deal with it impartially." Ma Zhicai couldn't resist Lin Ziyin and immediately asked Li Zheng to seek justice.