Five years of county magistrate, 100 million catties of grain shocked Li Shimin

Fang Yuan smiled lightly.

The old mother is almost ninety.

It is a rare old age in this age.

In case Zhang Ji's old mother is taken away by a commotion, it will be news all over the world.

"It turns out to be like this, it turns out to be like this..."

"I just said that Lord Inspector is a good person and a good official. Those bastards still suspect... Lord Inspector, please."

The village chief breathed a sigh of relief, and said excitedly again.

He let the villagers continue to work, and took Fang Yuan to the village.

Su Chen who followed at the side looked at Fang Yuan in surprise, then quickly lowered his head to follow.

This is the second time for Fang Yuan to come to Sanjia Village, the first time he didn't enter the village to see.

When I came in this time, I found that every household in the village was an earthen house, and a slightly better one could be used as a pipa courtyard.

Generally speaking, they are all villagers in a difficult environment. It is not obvious that any family is rich, and there is no mansion.

Not long after, the news of Fang Yuan's visit to Sanjia Village spread, many curious villagers gathered around, and even the brave ones greeted Fang Yuan.

Most of Fang Yuan responded, he was very close to the people, which deepened the people's impression of Fang Yuan.

Soon, Fang Yuan came to a mud house.

From the outside of the dilapidated guardrail, one side of the two doors of the earthen house was broken, and the threshold was also decayed.

Looking inside again, there is only a rotten table empty, and there are some wet grooves on the ground, and it feels that the air is filled with a decaying atmosphere.

Looking at the top of the groove, there are cracks in the tiles. Sunlight is coming in through the cracks, and rainwater is dripping from the cracks when it rains.

"Zhou Zhou, this Zhang Ji may be lazy."

Zhang San leaned closer to Fang Yuan's ear, whispering.

Fang Yuan heard it, but didn't respond, and looked at the village chief beside him.

The village chief didn't hear him, he had already walked into the guardrail, ready to call for someone.

But as soon as he entered the yard, he saw Zhang Ji's old mother collecting firewood by the side.

"Aunt Zhang, is Zhang Ji here?"

The village head said loudly.

Instantly attracted the attention of Fang Yuan and the others.

Following the voice of the village chief, I saw an old woman sitting on the ground.

The old grandma's hair was completely white, her face was sallow, her bones were bony, her waist was bent, and she struggled to stack the firewood on the ground neatly.

The first call of the village chief did not attract the attention of the old lady, nor did the second call, until the third call came to her side.

"Oh~, village chief, you want to scare me to death~"

Aunt Zhang bounced her body, said while stroking her chest with her right hand.

"Excuse me, Aunt Zhang, where is Zhang Ji now?"

The village chief smiled sarcastically, embarrassed.

"Why are you looking for Zhang Ji?"

"Then, did those people arrest Zhang Ji?"

Aunt Zhang wasn't too confused, when she heard that the village head was looking for Zhang Ji, she immediately looked around.

Soon after seeing Fang Yuan and the others at the door, panic appeared on their faces, and their voices also became flustered.

"That's Lord Inspector, not Zhang Ji."

The village head said loudly.

But Aunt Zhang didn't seem to hear it at this time.

She turned over and knelt on the ground, and kowtowed towards Fang Yuan.

"Please don't arrest Zhang Ji, please don't arrest Zhang Ji, it's all my fault, you should arrest me, arrest me..."

Aunt Zhang cried and begged.

Almost 90 years old, whining and crying like a knife cut on everyone.

There were villagers watching around the scene, shaking their heads and sighing, unable to see the scene in front of them.

Fang Yuan also sighed in his heart, walked quickly towards Aunt Zhang, Zhang San and others quickly followed.

"Aunt Zhang, Lord Inspector did not come to arrest Zhang Ji."

The village head jittered, quickly squatted down, and said while helping Aunt Zhang up.

Aunt Zhang was as skinny as a stick, and he was lifted up with a little force.

But Aunt Zhang was bent over and couldn't stand up straight. She might only be one meter tall at present.

"Aunt Zhang, you have misunderstood, I am not here to arrest Zhang Ji."

Fang Yuan just walked over, helped Aunt Zhang, and said nicely.

After touching Aunt Zhang's hand, Fang Yuan sighed in his heart: cold and dry.

"Really, really isn't it?"

Aunt Zhang stopped begging now.

He looked at Fang Yuan, then at the village chief.

There were still tears in the corners of her eyes, her body was trembling, and she was quite frightened just now.

"Really not, I promise in the name of the village chief!"

The village chief patted his chest and said.

After finishing speaking, he looked at Fang Yuan awkwardly, feeling that he spoke too fast.

But Fang Yuan didn't blame him, Aunt Zhang may trust the village head more now, it's better for him to say this.

"That's good, that's good, it scared me to death."

Aunt Zhang patted her chest and said with a sigh of relief.

"Aunt Zhang, this is Lord Inspector. I want to see Zhang Ji, where is Zhang Ji?"

The village head took the opportunity to ask.

"What did you say?"

"I'm hard of hearing."

Aunt Zhang stood on tiptoe, leaning her ear towards the village head.

"I asked, where is Zhang Ji?"

The village chief was helpless, and his voice became louder.

"I went to the vegetable field, and it may take a long time to come back."

Aunt Zhang pointed to the side.

"There is a vegetable field over there at Zhang Ji's house, walk over there and ask for a stick of incense, shall we?"

The village chief said quickly.

But before Fang Yuan could make a decision, there was a hurried voice outside the courtyard.

"Mother, mother, mother..."

A middle-aged man pushed through the crowd and walked in.

He is lame, dark-skinned, and his facial features are fairly straight, except that he has a bald spot on the top of his head.

Soon, Zhang Ji walked in front of the crowd, and only after seeing that his mother was fine, did he notice Fang Yuan and the others.

"You, you?"

Zhang Ji was startled and took a step back.

He didn't know Fang Yuan, nor Su Chen, but he knew the official uniforms worn by Fang Yuan and Su Chen.

A governor, a county magistrate, and possibly a long history, and a group of state officials.

I just cut down two billboards to vent my anger, so do I need so many big shots to catch me?

"Zhang Ji, this is Lord Inspector, why don't you hurry up and salute?"

The village chief reminded him.

"Grass, grass people pay respects to Lord Inspector."

Zhang Ji took another step back in fright.

Swallowing a mouthful of saliva, he managed to calm down and salute.

"No courtesy, no need to be restrained. This officer is here to chat with you, not to arrest you."

"Village chief, let the villagers go back separately. It's not good to have so many people around here."

Fang Yuan said indifferently.

"Yes Yes."

The village head quickly responded.

Let go of Aunt Zhang's hand, go to the door and drive the villagers away.

Soon, the villagers left, and the village chief came back again, watching Fang Yuan waiting for the next step.

"You take Aunt Zhang aside first, I want to have a chat with Zhang Ji alone."

Fang Yuan pondered for a moment, then said softly.

"Ok."

The village head should be, come to help Aunt Zhang.

"My lord, Zhang Jitao knew he was wrong, so please don't arrest him, okay?"

Aunt Zhang didn't hear what Fang Yuan said, but seeing that the village chief was going to take her away, she thought Fang Yuan was going to take Zhang Ji away.

"Don't worry, Aunt Zhang, I'm not here to arrest Zhang Ji."

Fang Yuan smiled.

"Aunt Zhang, don't worry, Mr. Inspector is a good person and a good official. If he says he won't be arrested, he won't be arrested."

The village head said loudly.

Only then did Aunt Zhang feel relieved and followed the village chief.

"Master, Mr. Governor, would you like a bowl of water?"

Zhang Ji said nervously.

"Then have a bowl of water."

Fang Yuan nodded calmly.

Looking at the situation at the scene, there is no place to sit.

Finally, Fang Yuan walked to a stone under a pomegranate tree and sat down.

Zhang San and Su Chen looked at it, but they didn't sit down in the end.

Soon, Zhang Ji came back, brought back two bowls of water, gave them to Fang Yuan and Zhang San, and was about to leave again.

"Okay, these two bowls are ours. If they need them, they can drink them by themselves."

Fang Yuan waved his hand and said.

He had already seen Zhang Ji draw water from the well.

For rural people, this is how they drink water. They don't have the concept of boiling, and they waste firewood.

"See, sorry."