0025【Am I also an official? 】

Style: Historical Author: Very useless and naiveWords: 2500Update Time: 24/01/18 06:34:18
"Second Brother Han..."

When the villagers left, Ma Sangou scratched his head and looked ashamed.

He had just made a big mistake, thinking that the villagers wanted to kill them at night, but he did not expect that it was the opposite. The villagers caught a scoundrel who wanted to report to the government.

“It’s important to be on guard against others, and it’s always good to be vigilant.”

After Han Zhen comforted him, he changed his tone and said sternly: "But you need to change your mind a little. Now Xiaowang Village is under our rule. It needs to be managed well and no nonsense can be allowed."

"We saved it."

Ma Sangou and others nodded in unison.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Han Zhen arranged: "Starting from tomorrow, the five of you will form a patrol team. Sangou will be the temporary captain. Each person will receive a monthly salary."

Brothers must settle accounts clearly and discuss them in advance to avoid conflicts in the future.

Several people looked happy when they heard that they had a monthly salary.

Although they had taken over the Wang Yuan's family property, in their minds, these were Han Zhen's contributions, and the family property naturally belonged to Han Zhen.

While overjoyed, Gu Song asked doubtfully, "Brother Han, what is the use of this patrol?"

Han Zhen explained: "The patrol team is responsible for patrolling the village and maintaining public order. It is also responsible for apprehending criminals."

"Then I have become a government servant?" Ma Sangou said in surprise.

He never thought that he would one day become an official.

Although he is only a small village official and is still in a den of rebels, he is still an official after all.

For a moment, Ma Sangou felt a sense of mission in his heart.

At present, the grass platform team in Xiaowang Village has been officially completed.

One of the lichang and Zhu Zhengze has the responsibilities of the bookkeeper, and the other is the scribe, responsible for recording documents.

Civil disputes are handled by the chief, while criminal cases are handled by the patrol team, so that he can free up his hands to do other things.

When there are more people in the future, the structural framework will be refined and expanded.

After the explanation, Han Zhen returned to the backyard with a simple knife.

"Uncle, what happened?"

As soon as they entered the backyard, Mrs. Han and Zhang immediately came to greet her, her brows filled with worry.

After looking Han Zhen up and down, she couldn't help but feel relieved when she saw that her brother-in-law was not injured.

"There was a scoundrel in the village who wanted to report him to the police, but he was caught by the villagers and asked me to deal with him."

Han Zhen didn't say how to deal with it, but the result could be known from the red blood stains on the knife.

Mrs. Han Zhang sighed and said in a faint tone: "Uncle, I'm working so hard, but I can't help you much."

"Sister-in-law, if you want to help, I happen to have an errand here."

He is in urgent need of people right now, so it would be great if his sister-in-law could take the initiative to help.

In the future, the two warehouses and logistics can be handed over to her.

After all, it is my own family, so I feel safe using it.

After briefly explaining the work content, Mrs. Han Zhang felt a little unsure: "Uncle, I'm afraid that if I don't do my job well, I might cause trouble."

Han Zhen comforted him: "It's okay, sister-in-law, don't worry, there's still me."

"Then... let me give it a try."

Mrs. Han Zhang nodded slightly uneasily.

"It's late at night, sister-in-law, let's go and have a rest."

"Well, uncle, go to bed early. Don't be too hard."





The next day.

At dawn, the villagers of Xiaowang Village, who had been waiting all night, headed straight for the mountain.

The momentum of more than 300 people scared the wild beasts in the mountains and made them run wild.

Even tigers and leopards had to stay away.

Han Zhen got up early, pushed open the door and walked out of the room, while Fang Sansan stood beside the door as usual.

Seeing this, Han Zhen frowned and said, "Didn't I tell you not to come this morning?"

Fang Sansan didn't care and said, "Alang, Wang Leli came here very early and has been waiting in the concierge."

"Ask him to wait for me in the lobby of the second courtyard."

Han Zhen waved his hand, gave instructions, and then started washing himself.

Fang Sansan responded and left with short legs.

After washing up, Han Zhen came to the hall with pen and paper.

Wang Lili and his family stood there stiffly, with expectation and anxiety in their eyes.

Han Zhen didn't waste any time. He quickly wrote two deeds and waved, "Can you write? If not, just print your fingerprints."

Wang Lili stepped forward and pressed his fingerprints on the deed.

Handing over a deed, Han Zhen said, "Go back and live a good life."

"Thank you, Mr. Xiaolang!"

Wang Lili suddenly knelt on the ground and kowtowed three times sincerely.

He never dreamed that the three acres of paddy field that Wang Yuanwai had robbed would return to his hands again.

Gratitude overflowed in my heart.

If Han Zhen asked him to fight with the officers and soldiers at this moment, I'm afraid he would also pick up the knife and grit his teeth and rush forward.

As soon as Wang Lili left, Zhu Zhengze came.

Yesterday, Han Zhen had already ordered him to be on duty every day.

Zhu Zhengze had no objection to this.

If you come earlier, you can still have a meal. If he eats more here, his mother at home can have one more bite.

Today's breakfast is rice porridge and pancakes.

For the people in the countryside, eating refined grains early in the morning is really a bit of a luxury.

But there was no way. Han Zhen's physical strength was much higher than that of ordinary people. If he only ate rice porridge, he would be hungry in a short time, so he had to eat some refined grains.

A group of people were eating when they saw a villager hurriedly walking in with a fleeing family.

"Xiao Langjun, I have brought a fugitive!"

After the villager finished speaking, he looked at him expectantly.

Good guy, the efficiency is really high.

"Just wait."

Han Zhen put down the cooking cake in his hand and looked at the fugitive household.

There are four members of the family that fled, apparently a couple with a son and daughter about seven or eight years old.

The four people were in ragged clothes, skinny and skinny, and their bodies exuded a foul odor. They were worse than beggars in the county.

The two children stared at the rice porridge and cakes on the table, swallowing their saliva.

Seeing that the two children were really pitiful, Mrs. Han Zhang picked up two cooking cakes and handed them over.

Who would have thought that instead of picking them up, the two children were so frightened that they backed away and hid behind their parents with frightened expressions.

This time, it made Mrs. Han Zhang embarrassed. It was neither a matter of giving nor not.

"Thank you, little lady."

The woman was quite discerning and took the cake with a grateful look on her face.

Han Zhen asked: "Are you originally from Xiaowang Village?"

"yes!"

The man nodded nervously.

Han Zhen picked up his pen and ordered: "Please report your name and age carefully. Don't hide it."

Hearing this, the man was at a loss and turned to look at the villagers.

Seeing this, the villagers curled their lips and said, "Whenever the young man asks you a question, you will answer the question. Don't lie."

"My name is Li Zhuang, I am 25 this year..."

25 years old?

Looking at his weather-beaten face, one would believe that Han Zhen is 52 years old.

Han Zhen's pen traveled around the dragon and recorded the information that Li Zhuang said on the paper verbatim.

Then, he wrote two more deeds and said: "There are two acres of wasteland on the mountainside to the north of the village. I promise it to your family. Come and put your thumbprint on it."

Li Zhuang stepped forward, dipped his hands in the sealing mud, and carefully pressed his fingerprints on the deed.

Of the two deeds, Han Zhen kept one for himself and handed over the other.

"Three dogs, go to the warehouse and get five buckets of rice."

Ma Sangou walked towards the warehouse without saying a word.

Soon, he came back with half a bag of groceries.

Five buckets of grain can be saved for a family of four for two months, which is enough to help them get through the most difficult period in the early stage.

"Many...thank you!"

Li Zhuang was not good at words and it took him a long time to say a few words.

But his wife, Mrs. Li Wang, was eloquent and said: "I wish the young man a long life and many children and good fortune."

After sending away Li Zhuang's family who had thanked him so much, Han Zhen gave the villagers a reward.

After receiving the reward, the villagers thanked them and went out happily.