A group of water bandits fell one after another. Zhan Qingyue and Han Yiyun led the villagers to kill the village.
Before the water bandits woke up, their necks were wiped.
Zhuang Zhong, the leader of the water bandits who was drinking heavily in the house, heard the movement outside, stood up in confusion, and stumbled to open the door.
"What's the fuss about?"
As soon as he spoke, a cold feeling pressed tightly against his neck.
Zhuang Zhong's scalp suddenly became numb, the blood all over his body went cold, and he completely woke up from the wine.
"Hero, spare your life!"
He shouted, raised his hands, and knelt down tremblingly.
Zhan Qingyue said nothing, looking coldly at the water bandit leader who was kneeling on the ground.
"You gang of water bandits have harmed countless people. Death is not a pity."
Listening to the female voice as clear as a silver bell, Zhuang Zhong was moved and raised his eyelids to look at the person in front of him.
She is actually a fair and clean little girl.
"Girl, please spare your life!"
Zhan Qingyue remained unmoved.
Zhuang Zhong saw this, and his mind was filled with thoughts. He was afraid of the knife in her hand.
"You, you, you, you can't kill me. I'm from Rongguo Mansion. If you kill me, you won't have an easy time."
Zhan Qingyue sneered, she didn't expect this water bandit to announce himself so quickly.
Han Yiyun on the side finished his work and was walking towards Zhan Qingyue. When he heard this, his expression changed and he shouted to Wang San: "Third brother, tie up this bandit leader."
Wang San quickly took the rope and stepped forward to tie up Zhuang Zhong.
Zhan Qingyue and Han Yiyun took the opportunity to enter the house and search around.
Sure enough, a lot of secret letters and account books were found under the pillow of the bandit leader Zhuang Zhong.
The two of them came together to look at the secret messages, and the contents inside were shocking.
"I didn't expect that the Rongguo Mansion's hand would stretch so far and even raise water bandits. There are so many dirty things going on where we can't see them."
Zhan Qingyue complained viciously, her eyes full of hatred.
This Rongguo Mansion opposed them again and again!
"Brother Han, you must not let Rongguo Mansion go easily this time."
Han Yiyun pursed his lips tightly and shook his head helplessly: "I'm afraid it can't be done. There aren't even signatures on these letters. Even if there is a confession from the bandit leader, when the time comes, Rongguo Mansion's push for "546" will have no effect at all. .”
Hearing Han Yiyun's words, Zhan Qingyue also became worried. Her fists were clenched tightly, as if she had been punched on cotton. This feeling of powerlessness disgusted her.
"This is a very serious matter. Although there is no evidence, we cannot sit still and wait for death. It is important to bring this matter to heaven."
It didn't take long for the Holy Master, who was far away in the capital, to receive the brochures and account books from Han Yiyun.
"Hmph, this Xue family is so rebellious!"
The Holy Master slapped his hand on the desk angrily.
The old eunuch Quan Fu who was waiting next to him buried his head lower, for fear of upsetting the Holy One.
All the maids and eunuchs serving in the palace wanted to put their legs on their shoulders and go to the actor's place to talk again and again, for fear of attracting the attention of others.
"Full blessing."
The Holy Lord's clear voice sounded, and the old eunuch Quanfu was excited. He hunched over and took a step forward, and responded with fear: "I am here."
The Holy Master said in a deep voice: "Go and call King Cheng and King Jing."
King Cheng and King Jing stood in the main hall with their heads lowered. Their eyes met at one point and then they quickly avoided each other.
The Holy One, who was sitting on the main seat, said nothing and continued to look through the papers in front of him, pretending not to see the two people below.
The more he acted like this, the more impatient Prince Jing became, and a layer of sweat broke out on his forehead. On the other hand, King Cheng was calm and calm, looking at his nose and his nose, and just stood there.
"Both..."
The Holy Emperor's sudden words frightened Prince Jing.
"I called you two here today because of the water bandits in the south. What do you think?"
There is Mao's opinion. King Cheng cursed in his heart. He didn't know what it was. The Holy Spirit suddenly raised such a question, which was clearly to test the two of them.
After pondering for a moment, he was about to speak, but Prince Jing preempted him. His Majesty listened to Prince Jing's words with an expressionless face.
After the two left, the Holy One summoned the Shadow Guard and asked him to secretly investigate the ins and outs of the matter.
At the same time, he ordered Han Yiyun to take the lead in controlling floods.
It was already a few days later when Han Yiyun received the order from the capital.
"Brother Han, Your Majesty never mentioned anything about the Rongguo Mansion. I think he has other plans."
Zhan Qingyue frowned and guessed that the Rongguo Mansion tree had deep roots and it might not be that easy to completely uproot Rongguo Mansion.
Han Yiyun nodded solemnly, pursed his lips and said, "Forget it, let's follow the decree and control the flood first. If it rains heavily again, the people will not be able to withstand the trouble."
The two of them came to the county government office without any delay, revealed their identities, and began to make arrangements to open up the river channel.
Song Lu, the magistrate of Qingwei County, was originally disdainful that the capital actually sent such a young boy to control the flood this time.
But seeing that Han Yiyun did have two brushes, the unhappiness in his heart disappeared, and he concentrated on cooperating with Han Yiyun to go to the river to direct the migrant workers to dig the river all day long.
Han Yiyun was very strict with the migrant workers who were opening up the river this time, from food to wages, and did not let others get their hands on it, causing the migrant workers to suffer a loss.
Even at noon every day, they eat the same thing by the river as the migrant workers.
With a leader like him, everyone works more attentively.
During this period of time, Zhan Qingyue was not idle. He led people to select test fields in the fields on both sides of the river, preparing to take advantage of the situation to take advantage of the high-yielding rice.
After a series of visits and inspections, Zhan Qingyue finally chose to live in Donglai Village.
The carriage swayed into Donglai Village and was immediately greeted by curious people.
"Such a big carriage must have come from the county, right?"
"The rich families in the county will also take a fancy to our small village. They probably come to Li Zheng to do business."
The villagers started talking about it.
Their Donglai village is not far from the river, and the fields are all along the river. If the weather is good, life in the village can be considered decent, but if there is a flood in the river, there will be basically no harvest.
This has also led to the fact that the entire Donglai Village can't go anywhere, and it can't get rich.
Several surrounding villages were almost like this, and everyone was already numb.
Having seen this kind of large carriage for the first time, one or two people came to the village entrance to watch the fun.
Zhan Qingyue sat in the carriage and listened to the discussions outside, unmoved.
Hu San, the coachman, looked at these villagers and felt his scalp numb and his head buzzing.
It is said that unruly people come from poor places. My girl cannot live in a good county town, but she insists on coming to this place. I don't know what kind of criticism it will cause.
