Evil husband dressed as a desolate prince

Song Jingwen raised his eyebrows, and swiftly moved the wooden basket behind him.

Song Shishan also hurriedly hid the money on his body, then shrank his neck at a loss, and stood aside with his head down.

The people do not fight with the officials, and the common people have a natural fear of the government.The management system under the centralized imperial power often has loopholes in the protection of human rights, and local governments can use their power to do whatever they want.

Song Jingwen grew up in a social environment where everyone was equal, so he was naturally not shy of the government like others.

Song Jingwen tidied up the torn clothes in silence, and asked solemnly, "What's the matter, my lords?"

"Nonsense! You really have the courage to set up a stall here without saying hello, and you don't know how to pay the management fee?" The yamen servant who spoke was a little short with a snub nose.Compared with the yamen servant behind him, his facial features are more correct.

Song Jingwen seemed to be stroking his head honestly, but secretly winked at the third uncle, and Song Shishan moved his upper and lower lips.

Song Jingwen thought about it. Others didn't pay the so-called management fee, but he had to pay this unwarranted fee, which was clearly aimed at him.

Song Jingwen also knew not to be too arrogant until he was not strong enough, but what kind of officials were these two small yamen servants?

Song Jingwen rubbed his ears, stretched his neck, and asked uncertainly, "What are you talking about, protection fee? How much is this protection fee? This is the first time this kind of thing has happened to me. I really don't know how much filial piety I should pay."

It's "protection fee" and "filial piety" again.

The flat-nosed yamen servant didn't hear the meaning behind the words. He really thought he didn't know, so he rolled his eyes and poohed, "At least you have to bring out ten taels of silver. Don't think I didn't see it. There were a lot of people around you just now." , earned a lot."

The flat-nosed yamen servant said as he slapped the temporary table set up by Song Jingwen sternly, pointing pointedly at the saber pinned to his waist, "If you don't give it today, hmph, don't even think about doing business. Our brothers have to invite you to live in the yamen for a few days."

In fact, the yamen servants don't have that much power. These words are used to say, and they are used to bluff people.

The well-behaved yamen servant neither agreed nor objected, but looked like a theatergoer, neither far nor close.

When he heard the "protection fee", he raised his eyelids and glanced at Song Jingwen. The money collected by gangsters and casino thugs is called protection fee, and he shouldn't be so stupid as to say the wrong thing about the knife on his waist.Eighty percent of it was intentional, this young man was a little too arrogant.

Feng Wu really came here to gather the number of people, there was nothing to do in the yamen, Zhang Erquan said that two boys had offended his aunt, he would go with him and buy a drink.

"Ten taels of silver is too much, how can this little brother get so much money." The crowd spontaneously formed an encirclement circle, and the characteristic of loving to watch the excitement is a problem that people in ancient and modern times can't get rid of.

Even if a farmer goes to the wharf to carry goods, he can only have forty cash a day at most.

The man who had just been pushed to the ground stood coweringly outside the crowd, pouted his head and cursed, "Bah, I don't think the stall owner would give it to them. The one in front is the nephew of Erniang Guo from Xihua Street. He walked away with shit!" Luckily, I got a yamen servant."

"What's the matter with the yamen servant, if I give you small shoes, don't think about it." Women are much more careful than men, for fear that Song Jingwen and the yamen servant will force them, so they kindly persuade, "Small stall owner, you should spend money to eliminate the disaster." Bar."

Song Shishan managed to slow down, he was an uncle anyway, how could he let his nephew stand in front of him, he rubbed his hands and discussed, "Ten taels of silver, can you be more flexible, the family really doesn't have that much money. The two masters will take this tael of silver to drink first, and hope to show your hands and let us go."

Zhang Erquan disdainfully took a tael of silver and wanted to stuff it into his bosom, who would have thought that he would be cut off halfway, his eyes widened, and he shouted, "Your grandma's!"

The action was too fast, and before everyone could react, Zhang Erquan yelled that the one tael of silver was already in the hands of the stall owner.

Good guy, it turns out that this small stall owner is a bit skilled, no wonder he is not afraid of the people in the yamen.

Song Jingwen stroked the broken silver in his hand, and said unhurriedly, "I want to see the official document of the government. If it says that all vendors who set up stalls have to pay the fee."

He paused, raised the corners of his mouth in an arc, and said slowly, "I won't set up a stall. I'll hand over everything the boy brought today to the officials. But, if you do this kind of thing behind the county magistrate's back I will definitely report on you about the fish and meat people!"

Zhang Erquan was stunned for a moment, then angrily drew out his saber and pointed it in front of Song Jingwen, "What are you? You can see that kind of thing if you want? You can try it. Do you know which way the gate of the yamen opens?"

At this time, Guo Erniang emerged from behind the crowd, and rushed to Zhang Erquan's side, biting her ear, "Don't cut him off by mistake, just make him not be allowed to set up a stall in Ningchang Town, and he Keep everything in your hands."

Zhang Erquan frowned, not very happy, "Ten taels of silver, with this money, I can marry a wife."

There are two aunts and nephews, one is more greedy than the other.

Have you asked the person involved? It seems that Song Jingwen is already in their pocket, and the two of them openly whispered in the street.

But Song Jingwen's hearing is good, he blinked, smiled and pushed away the knife in front of him, his eyes burst into a piercing light, "Do you want me to serve some home-grown vegetables regularly?"

Zhang Erquan looked at him suspiciously. Song Jingwen suddenly narrowed the distance between the two of them. He clenched his fists and stabbed each other's abdomen. He grabbed Zhang Erquan's hands from left to right, and suddenly threw Zhang Erquan over his shoulder to the ground.

The saber hit the ground with a "bang", and collapsed to the ground like its owner.

Song Jingwen chased after the victory, stepped on Zhang Erquan's hand, and said with a sneer, "I didn't promise to give you money. If you don't ask for it, it's considered stealing. If you put on a skin and go crazy like this, are you a dog? You mess around everywhere." Bark. Oh, this... Erniang Guo, right? Watch out for your dog, what if he bites someone? How about I find you a rope and you take him back?"

There was laughter all around, sporadic applause interspersed with yelling.Guo Erniang used to rely on her status as a nephew to run amok in the village. This family would steal some meat, and that family would steal money.Now, seeing Guo Erniang's fat face turned into a pig's liver, many people secretly laughed.

The veins on Zhang Erquan's forehead popped up, screaming in pain, and kept pinching Song Jingwen's calf with his free hand.As soon as he had the tendency to turn over, he was kicked down by Song Jingwen, and he was pressed down twice in a particularly damaging manner.

Pain gushed out of his lungs one by one with the breath, Zhang Erquan panted heavily, asked Feng Wu for help, and growled in a low voice, "Brother Wu, help me chop up this grandson!"

One of the reasons why he brought Feng Wu here was that he was good at martial arts, and he brought Feng Wu just in case.

The calm man who had always been serious and unsmiling was also amused by Zhang Erquan's embarrassment. He put his fist against his mouth, and his muffled laughter reached Song Jingwen's ears.

Song Jingwen keenly analyzed that the relationship between the two yamen servants was mediocre, and the man was more like a background board, and he didn't have much sense of presence if he didn't speak.This kind of person is especially suitable for being trained as an undercover agent. Song Jingwen suffered from an occupational disease and looked him up and down calmly.

Feng Wu shot at Song Jingwen expressionlessly, his actions were decisive and ruthless, seemingly tricky, but not life-threatening.

Song Jingwen subconsciously held his breath and dodged to hide.

Feng Wu had already seen that this kid had practiced twice, and the eyes of the two collided, arousing each other's desire to win.Song Jingwen hadn't fought anyone for a long time. During this period of time, he practiced hard according to the method of his previous life. When he happened to meet someone who could be called his opponent, he immediately started fighting.

Seeing the tricks, the two fought more and more vigorously, and the number of onlookers also unknowingly expanded, with applause one after another.

Zhang Erquan was complacent at first, and he brought someone who could fight, so he could teach this arrogant boy a lesson.

Who would have thought that the two of them were joking and laughing, Feng Wu hit Song Jingwen's abdomen with a heavy fist, causing him to bend over in pain.Song Jingwen didn't suffer any disadvantages and punched the opponent in the ribs. Feng Wu couldn't hold on and knelt on the ground, unable to breathe due to the pain.

In the eyes of others, this moment is a lose-lose situation.

With a lazy smile on Feng Wu's unchanged face for thousands of years, he pulled the wound at the corner of his mouth, exhaled softly, and stretched out his hand freely, "Feng Wu."

Song Jingwen held the opponent's rough palm politely, and said with a smile, "Song Jingwen."

Zhang Erquan was dumbfounded, holding the saber and yelling in confusion, "Brother Wu, why are you still shaking hands with him, hit him!"

Feng Wu had a serious face, and then remembered that Zhang Erquan was still standing aside, and couldn't stop laughing.

He looked at Song Jingwen, pressed the tip of his tongue against his cheek, and asked hesitantly, "Brother Song, do you have any wine?"

Song Jingwen smacked his lips, thinking of the beer in his previous life. Jia Chao's alcohol content was too low to drink.

His addiction to alcohol was suddenly aroused, and he was afraid that he would not be able to make alcohol with his mobile phone?

To drink, you must have drinking friends. Song Jingwen nodded without hesitation, "Yes! Just drink as much as you want."

At that time, Feng Wu could still be tricked into being a wine tester, and a smile crept onto the corner of Song Jingwen's mouth.

Feng Wu has no other hobbies, but he likes to drink. It can be said that he is addicted to alcohol.He originally came here for a drink, but now he has a brother who doesn't know each other.Now that there is a comparison, it is natural to favor Song Jingwen.

Feng Wu waved his hands and persuaded, "Forget it, the yamen didn't have this fee in the first place, and this year there is no tax exemption, and there is no such thing as commercial tax."

Zhang Erquan held the knife in dissatisfaction, and seemed to want to rush forward, "Then I was beaten for nothing?"

Song Jingwen shook his legs and looked at him with his eyes. He didn't take it seriously at all, but he still shamelessly hid behind Feng Wu, and said meanly, "You deserve it! Next time you trouble me, beat your aunt They don't even recognize you."

Feng Wu was shameless when he saw the real stinky, and he was obviously capable of beating him, but he had no choice but to swear a few words to make the opponent's teeth itch.

The two of them were obviously on a united front, Zhang Erquan couldn't beat Song Jingwen, and couldn't mess with Feng Wu.So he took advantage of the slope to get off the donkey, and said with a shy face, "Don't think that hiding behind Brother Wu is all right, I'm just looking at Brother Wu's face, and I don't care about you."

Erniang Guo supported Zhang Erquan and ran away with her tail between her legs. Song Shishan also hurried forward to check on Song Jingwen's injuries, and murmured, "It's all my fault, my fault. The third uncle is useless, and I want you to be a baby."