Codex of the Old Gods: I Have a World

Zhu Laoba was shouting: "The new prefect is a Han. If you dare to lay a finger on me today, the prefect will take your cap off."

"Hmph, you who know the truth, leave quickly and don't make any mistakes."

Don't tell me, Hu Da really didn't dare to do anything to him when he yelled like this.

As we all know, Zhao Chuanxin has hated Cixi for a long time and has never concealed it.

Everyone knows who Cixi is and who Zhao Chuanxin is.

Hu Da really couldn't figure out Zhao Chuanxin's attitude.

If he didn't give the order, his men would not dare to act rashly.

But all of them were blushing and having thick necks.

This Zhu Laoba is so disgusting.

Seeing that they were still and silent, Zhu Laoba raised his eyebrows and said, "Do you know about the New Deal? Even the imperial court cannot trust you banner people! Don't think that we are easy to bully and want to drive us away. Ask these people behind me if they agree!"

Behind him, there were Han people and bannermen, all logging workers, who all said in unison: "No."

Bodigrile could hardly hold himself back.

He stared at Hu Da. As long as he said a word, he couldn't help but rush forward and hack Zhu Laoba to death.

However, Hu Da's face did not change.

It's hard to tell whether he is calm and collected or cowardly.

At this moment, Bodigrile suddenly felt that the chief card officer of Zana was not simple.

Zhu Laoba was so proud that he rolled up his sleeves, as if he was going to fight someone to the death.

Hu Da calmly said: "Are you done?"

Zhu Laoba said in a sullen voice: "We haven't finished talking yet. If we don't let us chop wood and split boards, we will never finish talking!"

Hu Da said calmly: "The reason why you are making noise here is not because Hu is afraid of your bravery. Have you ever thought about how miserable your fate will be if your status as a Han citizen cannot be used as a talisman?"

Zhu Laoba was stunned when he heard this.

A trace of imperceptible panic flashed across his face, his eyes flickered, he glanced at the people beside him from the corner of his eye, coughed and said: "You banner people protect the banner people, and we Han people will naturally protect the Han people. I don't believe that the prefect will speak in favor of you. The imperial court You say, let us Han people consolidate our borders."

Hu Da was noncommittal: "But now it's not the imperial court that has the final say, it's the prefect Zhao who has the final say."

"Huh, that's it, let's see." Zhu Laoba snorted heavily.

The stalemate lasted for a long time, with both sides refusing to back down.

At this time, the sound of horse hooves suddenly came from a distance.

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Zhao Chuanxin, Yao Jia and Che Hezha dismounted.

Zhao Chuanxin's eyelids were drooped, his face was calm, and he was walking like a dragon and a tiger.

"Master Prefect."

"Meet the prefect."

The soldiers greeted him one after another, and the complicated mood just now disappeared. At this time, there was only respect in their eyes.

Zhao Chuanxin's face was expressionless, but he nodded frequently.

The soldier who was nodded immediately raised his chest and raised his head.

Yao Jia followed Zhao Chuanxin step by step, almost jogging to keep up.

When he got closer, Zhao Chuanxin took off his windbreaker and threw it to Che and Zha.

Che and Zha quickly caught him.

Zhao Chuanxin moved his neck and looked up at Zhu Laoba.

I'm... Zhu Laoba has met many princes and nobles of Meng Banner, met the generals of the government offices, and met the general managers of each wing.

However, none of the people he had met had the sense of oppression that Zhao Chuanxin gave him.

The prefect is wearing a shirt and waistcoat, and his hair is like a chicken coop. His face was thin, with edges harder than the branches of the larch trees of the Sinike River.

Zhao Chuanxin walked very close and stared condescendingly into Zhu Laoba's eyes: "Are you Zhu Laoba?"

As he spoke, he took out a cigarette and put it in his mouth. Yao Jia immediately handed him a match and lit it. Fortunately, he was smoking a cigarette, not a cigar.

"Yes, yes, Zhu Laoba, a common man..."

"Who told you to do this?"

"..." Zhu Laoba was extremely nervous and scared. Inexplicably scared, he didn't know why: "No, no one ordered me."

Zhao Chuanxin has a way of judging people.

He was slightly startled, what Zhu Laoba said turned out to be the truth.

That's strange.

Zhao Chuanxin put one hand in his pocket, passed Zhu Laoba, and walked back.

The Han people and bannermen behind him were very nervous when they saw that the prefect had no trace of elegance in his body. Instead, he had broad shoulders and a narrow waist, a strong back, long hands and long legs, and his shirt was bulging out with well-developed muscles.

This prefect is simply taller and stronger than Maozi.

Zhao Chuanxin looked over one by one and found that these people seemed a little sneaky.

His eyes were like lightning, and from these furtive expressions, he found that one person had evasive eyes and was extremely guilty.

Zhao Chuanxin snatched him out.

This man was so nervous that his body was shaking, and he pretended to be calm and said, "Master Magistrate, why are you arresting me?"

Zhao Chuanxin asked him: "What is your name?"

"Caomin Zhang Dexi."

Zhao Chuanxin turned to Zhu Laoba and asked, "Are you familiar with Zhang Dexi?"

"Familiar, very familiar..." Zhu Laoba didn't dare to lie.

"Did he say anything to you?"

"He..." Zhu Laoba hesitated.

"explain."

Under the strong aura, Zhu Laoba did not dare to struggle at all.

"Back to the prefect, we just talked about some gossip. He analyzed it for me and said that the prefect is a Han and will speak for us Han people."

Zhao Chuanxin suddenly stepped on the approximate position of the gap between Zhang Dexi's cuneiform bones.

This kick is very honest.

"what……"

The pain nerves here were dense, and Zhang Dexi screamed.

Zhao Chuanxin blew a puff of cigarette into his face, forcing Zhang Dexi, a non-smoker, to burst into tears.

Zhao Chuanxin bared his teeth and asked him: "Who instigated you to provoke Zhu Laoba?"

"No, no one..." Zhang Dexi said harshly.

Zhao Chuanxin thrust his fingers like a knife into his ribs and dug hard with his hand.

"what……"

Zhang Dexi made a sound like a pig waiting to be slaughtered.

Being pinched at this place not only hurts, but also makes people stand on their toes unconsciously, making them feel so uncomfortable that they want to die.

Zhang Dexi couldn't stand it anymore: "Yes, it's a Mongolian named Haishan. He gave me the idea. Please spare my life, the prefect, but I will tell you everything I know..."

People around me felt the same and felt that everyone was not well.

Doesn't it mean that Zhao Chuanxin is a Han official, so he will favor the Han people?

Zhao Chuanxin thought for a while and roughly thought of such a number one person.

He seems to be known as the leader of the modern Mongolian independence movement.

Zhao Chuanxin rarely thinks about his stance. His stance is his code of conduct.

"What did Haishan say to you?"

"He said that the Han people should help the Han people, and the banner people should help the banner people. The general manager of each wing has always been disgusted with our logging, so he asked me to incite Zhu Laoba to resist, because when the prefect takes office, he will make decisions for us... "

This cunning plan to sow discord was very well done.

Zhao Chuanxin withdrew his hand.

Zhang Dexi was already sweating profusely from the pain, and he almost collapsed.

Zhao Chuanxin turned around and came to Zhu Laoba: "I heard that you think I will favor you?"