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"Of course it's possible." The clerk pondered.

The price of rice in the town changes every day. The villagers have to go to the rice shop to buy the rice they need. They definitely can't use silver to make up for it. But this old man lives with a warrior in the leather refining realm, so he can naturally get some special treatment.

"Thank you, sir." The old lady made up the silver.

She looked at Feng Jinshui and his son, who were hanging on the tree and wailing, with a look of pity on her face.

When she lived in Caisang Village before, Feng Jinshui had lent him rice.

Most of the laborers who couldn't pay taxes would be sent to perform corvée, which was a life-threatening situation.

In the past six months, she has saved some silver by making soles and weaving cloth.

After hesitating for a moment, the old lady stepped forward: "Sir, I want to make up for the rice and silver owed by Feng's father and son."

Hearing this, the clerk looked at the master who was sitting beside him. Seeing the master nodded, a smile appeared on his face.

Facing someone who came to his door, there was no need to be polite.

"The father and son of the Feng family owe thirty catties of rice, and one ounce and three cents of silver in cash!" The clerk reported the number.

"Isn't it five cents of silver?" The old woman was stunned. Even if the price of rice increased, three cents of silver would be enough to buy one hundred catties.

Each laborer in the farmer's household only needs to pay eight cents of tax, how come there is an extra eight cents of silver.

"Isn't Feng Jinshui's son this old a human being?!"

The clerk pointed at the boy hanging on the tree.

"Feng Jinshui's son is only fifteen years old, not even an adult!"

"How can he be considered a laborer!"

"This is cannibalism!"

"No way to live! Rebellion!"

As soon as the clerk finished speaking, shouting came from the crowd. Someone mixed in the crowd and made a rebellious speech.

"How dare you!"

Seeing that these unruly people showed signs of gathering to make trouble, the lawyer slammed the table and stood up.

"Swish!" The officials drew their swords and were on guard.

Looking at the shining long swords, the shouting quickly quieted down.

"Who yelled at the official? Do you really want to rebel?" A stern young man in black uniform, with a long sword on his waist, came to the scene.

The master instantly became confident and stepped forward to explain the situation.

"If anyone dares to make trouble again, don't blame me for being merciless with the official sword in my hand!" The young man's face was slightly gloomy, and he looked around the scene.

Under the young man's cold eyes, no one dared to look at him.

"Since you want to pay the tax silver for these two unruly people, then pay the full amount!" The master walked in front of the old woman, arrogant.

"I don't have enough silver." The old woman looked embarrassed. In order to pay the tax, she deliberately brought an extra tael of silver. Who knew that she would encounter such a situation.

"Bold unruly people, do you dare to play with the police!" The master was furious and pushed the old woman to the ground.

"Come on, tie her up for me!"

Several police officers came forward with ropes.

"Stop!" At the critical moment, Liang Chao stepped forward and stopped in front of the old woman.

"Achao! Good job!"

"Beat these sons of bitches!"

The onlookers who were eager to watch the fun immediately started to make a noise.

The two officers were frightened by Liang Chao's skin.

"You are really..." Liang Chao felt his blood boiling and wanted to argue with the officers.

"Swish!"

Accompanied by the sound of the sharp blade being unsheathed, a cold knife light flashed, and the tip of the long knife was placed on Liang Chao's neck.

The man holding the long knife was a stern young man in a police uniform.

"You are not obedient to the officers and attempt to violently resist taxes. You should be beaten!" The master moved quickly and slapped Liang Chao in the face.

"Master, please forgive me! I was impulsive!" Liang A Si hurriedly stepped forward to plead for mercy.

The stern young man looked at him as if he was an ant.

The master immediately ordered two officers to hold Liang A Si up, ready to kill a chicken to scare the monkeys and intimidate these unruly people.

A man and a woman stood behind the crowd. The man was in his early forties and looked indifferent. The woman was eighteen or nineteen years old, full of vigor.

Both of them were wearing uniforms with flying bird patterns.

"With such a character, do you really want to recruit him into the Demon Suppression Division?" Seeing the cold young man's behavior, the female official frowned.

"The Demon Suppression Division does not look at character, only ability." The middle-aged man didn't care.

"." The female official looked indignant and hesitated to speak.

Seeing the master raised his hand and prepared to continue beating the civilians, the female official couldn't bear it and wanted to step forward.

"Stop!" There was an angry shout from the crowd.

"It's not me."

"It's not me either."

The onlookers retreated one after another, fearing that they would be implicated.

A path was made in the crowd.

Zhou Qing walked out.

When he returned home and didn't see the old lady, he knew she went to pay taxes. So he rushed to Baiweilou to buy some green bamboo wine, but heard that someone was tied up at the place where the tax was paid at the entrance to the south of the town.

"You daring and unruly man! Take him down!" The master saw Zhou Qing in a coarse linen shirt covered with dirt, and didn't take him seriously at all.

The officers rushed forward and restrained Zhou Qing.

"Ah!"

The next moment, Zhou Qing struggled with his arms, and the four officers flew out in response, falling to the ground.

"Martial artist?!" The master's face changed slightly, "Who is coming? Tell me your name!"

"Baiyun Martial Arts School, Zhou Qing." Zhou Qing clasped his fists and saluted.

"You are a nobody, and you dare to resist the officers. Take him down!" The cold-blooded young man shouted.

"Your Excellency is really powerful!" Zhou Qing sneered. "I am just a leather-refining warrior, indeed a nobody, so I naturally dare not resist the officers.

I wonder if the identity of Baiyun Martial Arts School's direct disciple is enough?"

As soon as Zhou Qing finished speaking, the four officers' faces suddenly changed, and their bodies seemed to be nailed to the spot, not daring to move forward.

The cold-blooded young man's pupils shrank.

"You are a direct disciple of Martial Master Wei?" The master looked at Zhou Qing, who was in "rags and rags", with surprise and uncertainty.

"What? Does anyone dare to pretend to be Master Wei's disciple?" Zhou Qing asked, "Why don't you ask Master Wei to explain it in person?"

"No, no, no! Mr. Zhou Zhou said something serious!" A flattering smile appeared on the master's face.

"I've blinded you so much that you won't let me go!"

As he spoke, he scolded the official who was holding Liang Ah Si.

At this time, Zhou Qing's eyes were fixed on the stern young man.

"Hey!" The stern young man frowned slightly and sheathed the long knife on Liang Chao's shoulder.

Zhou Qing patted the dust on his grandmother's body, looked at the clear slap marks on Liang Chao's face, and said coldly: "Chaozi, who hit you?"

"He was the one who hit me! He was the one who pushed Grandma!" Liang Chao said angrily.

"Give him two slaps to make him remember!" Zhou Qing pointed at the master.

"Mr. Zhou?!" The master was shocked and his face looked a little ugly.

"What? You want me to do it myself?" Zhou Qing stretched out his hand.

"Master Chen" Master looked at the stern young man aside.

The stern young man faced Zhou Qingsen's cold gaze and chose silence.

Snapped! Snapped!

Liang Chao stepped forward, opened his bow left and right, and gave the master two big handbags!

Two red slap marks suddenly appeared on the master's face. He wanted to be angry but did not dare to show it.

Seeing Zhou Qing glance at Feng Jinshui and his son on the tree, he immediately ordered people to put the Feng family and his son down.

“I’ve always been clear about grudges, so today’s matter ends here, let’s forget it!

Of course, if anyone wants to come back with revenge, they can come to me.

As for my brother Liang Chao, if he had an accident one day and was beaten.

Then you guys have to be careful with me when you walk at night in the future. "

Zhou Qing looked at the officials and masters in the field, and finally his eyes rested on the stern young man.

After saying that, he supported his grandma and left the field.

The faces of the officials suddenly turned blue and red. The onlookers were also restrained, and some who wanted to applaud did not dare to speak out.

Watching Zhou Qing and others leave.

"The Poison Demon actually accepted a new disciple, and his behavior is exactly the same."

Looking at Zhou Qing's 'arrogant' behavior, the middle-aged man in the bird uniform seemed to be smiling but not smiling.

"Does your Excellency want to recruit this person into the Demon Suppression Division?" the female officer asked.

"That depends on what the poisonous demon wants." The middle-aged man was full of fear of Wei Sheng.