I hope to return to the country

In the stories in the book about seeing injustice, punishing rape and helping the weak, the heroes who descend from the sky usually start with the words "Stop!"

I didn't expect that I would have the opportunity to experience the feeling of being a hero today, Le Zhiyu was really a little excited, and he used all his strength when he shouted these two words, intending to frighten those bullies Rats.

It's a pity that his voice is not strong enough, even if he shouts loudly, it can't achieve the deafening effect, especially in this chaotic and noisy scene, it is estimated that only five steps away from him can be seen. Seeing his mouth moving, I couldn't hear what he was saying at all.

Le Zhiyu shouted this voice and almost split his throat, but it was useless, and he continued to cough dryly. He was so angry that his hand holding the horsewhip trembled, and he pointed there persistently while shaking. insist.

"Stop, cough cough, stop, cough..."

Fortunately, the clerk who was following him had good ears and good eyesight. Although he didn't know what happened, he immediately ordered the yamen servants to follow the direction Le Zhiyu pointed and shout to stop.

Yamen servants have been yelling "Shengtang" and "Mighty" in the county yamen for many years to scare the prisoners. Naturally, they are very familiar with shouting words, not to mention working for the famous Mr. Le, so they must show their ability to eat and look good?

"stop!"

The roar of anger resounded through Xingyun like thunder, suppressing the hustle and bustle of the city gate.

More and more people noticed the place Le Zhiyu was pointing at, and they started shouting with indignation, including the people around the place, one by one raised their eyebrows angrily and complained, as if they just stood by and watched. It's not like they are deaf and dumb.

This momentum scared the snatchers enough, thinking that they had gotten into some serious trouble, and they didn't care about pulling the man with scars anymore, and wanted to escape in the crowd of people in a panic.

It's a pity that it's too late to run now.

In just three or five strokes, they were tied up firmly with straw ropes used by enthusiastic people, and they helped the yamen servants escort them all the way to Le Zhiyu, where they knelt down with their heads down.

"Do you know your mistake?"

Le Zhiyu sat on the horse and looked down at them, with a stern face, and asked pretending to be majestic.

He made a good plan, let these people tell their mistakes first, so that the onlookers can understand the whole story, and then let the yamen servants take them back to the county yamen for interrogation and imprisonment. In this way, he can get one more The good name of "upright and upright".

"This this······"

The leader was a middle-aged man with fear on his face, but even more aggrieved.

"The young ones are all foreigners. When they first came to Yancheng, they didn't know the rules. I really don't know where I offended the nobleman. I beg you to be magnanimous and forgive us."

"rule?"

Le Zhiyu originally wanted to just go through the motions and not talk too much with them, but when he heard such excuses, he suddenly felt a little angry.

"In the open sky, you go to bully the few and rob people and wealth. Not only do you not understand the rules, but you also don't understand the principles of justice! Whether you are a foreigner or a native of Yancheng, you will be punished equally if you do bad things. Debate, go to the government office to argue!"

"well said!"

His righteous words immediately won applause from the surroundings.

But the few people kneeling on the ground were not as ashamed as expected, on the contrary, they looked surprised and screamed for grievances.

"Wrong, we didn't rob! We were robbed!"

"Yeah, it's not us who do bad things, we are the ones being bullied!"

This kind of unrepentant trickster, the secretary has seen a lot in the county government, and immediately scolded Le Zhiyu before Le Zhiyu could speak.

"Shut up! He is a weak beggar, how did he bully so many of you? Mr. Le saw it with his own eyes, and you still dare to deny it? He will be taken to the yamen to be tortured and served, and see if you still speak hard?"

When those people heard this, they were afraid that they would be dragged back to be tortured, so they screamed more and more.

"What we said is true! This beggar is a lunatic. He stole our ancestors' tablet and refused to return it. It doesn't make sense. He is very strong. None of us can control him. We really have no choice but to rob him." Come back, if the nobleman doesn’t believe it, just open the bag in his arms and check to see if there is only a memorial tablet there? If not, we are willing to admit our guilt and be punished!”

Grab the cards?

Not to mention Le Zhiyu was startled when he heard this, even the well-informed clerk and the onlookers couldn't react.

You say that grabbing gold and silver is justified, even if it is a piece of cake, is it too outrageous to grab a medal?Is this to recognize a wild ancestor for himself and come back to make offerings?

But these people speak with certainty and are not afraid to confront them face to face. It seems that this matter may not be as simple as it seems on the surface.

The document was worried that if what these people said was true, wouldn't Le Zhiyu be slapped in the face and unable to come down from the stage?

Who cares about the life and death of these lowly refugees, he only cares about flattering Yu Lezhi, so he gave these people a hard look, ignored their cries of injustice, and called the yamen servants to act quickly.

"Full of nonsense! The more you talk, the more absurd you are, come on, shut them all up, and send them back to prison!"

"Yes!"

The yamen servants agreed, and rolled up their sleeves to go forward to grab the person, but only heard Le Zhiyu stop him: "Wait a minute."

He cast his eyes on the so-called "lunatic" who was also pushed in front of him, and looked up and down.

Although this man was poorly dressed, his waist was straight, as if he would rather bend than bend.

Although there are many scars on his face, he can vaguely see his facial features are well-defined, he has an extraordinary temperament, and he should be very young. He doesn't look like a beggar, but rather a down-and-out son from a poor family.

"What's your name? They say you're fighting for a card, but it's true?"

Hearing the question, the man still didn't say a word, he was still standing there holding his burden tightly, his eyes were as bright as stars, staring at Le Zhiyu without blinking, like a child, curious And ignorant.

It seems that the brain is really not good.

Le Zhiyu sighed inwardly.

The world has been in chaos for so many years, how many kings and grandchildren have been common people, and I don't know what misfortune this person has encountered. His appearance has been ruined to such a state, and he is not even clear about his sanity. How can he live alone?

He suddenly thought of himself again.

I don't know the sufferings of the world, and I don't know the heights of the sky and the earth, so I ran out with enthusiasm and wanted to make a career and become famous.

But in fact, if there is no Mrs. Yang, he would have been wandering in the barren hills like those orphans, begging for food, and living hard. If there was no Qin Zhiyi, he would have died for a long time. Like the poor man in front of him, he will become what others call a lunatic and a fool.

"Can you open the bag and let me have a look?"

Le Zhiyu got off the horse, ignored the obstruction of the documents, and walked up to the beggar, looking into his eyes with a very kind expression.

"I only look at it, and I won't steal it. If you don't want to, then I will hand you over to these people, and I won't care about it anymore."

The beggar still seemed half-understandable, but seeing Le Zhiyu pointing to the bag in his arms, he seemed to understand something, and he handed the bag forward readily.

"Give you!"

The few people on the ground were dumbfounded. Just now they threatened and lured them, and tried everything they could to get the beggar to let go and hand over the burden. How could Le Zhiyu agree with a word?

Le Zhiyu took the bundle and opened it to have a look, as expected, except for some clothes, there was only a wooden ancestral tablet inside, and there was nothing else of value.

To be on the safe side, he still asked those people.

"What is the taboo name on this tablet?"

"The surname is Luo." The leader of the middle-aged man quickly replied: "Luo Renkang, this is my father's name taboo. There is also a citation certificate here for the villain. You can check it as much as you want, and you will know that the villain is not lying."

Le Zhiyu looked down, and the name written on the tablet was indeed Luo Renkang.

It's really wrong to blame them.

I thought it was a chivalrous act of righteousness, but I didn't realize it and made a joke. It can be seen that you can't just look at the surface when looking at people and things, otherwise you will be led by the nose and stumble in vain.

Although it was a bit embarrassing, but Le Zhiyu didn't intend to fool around for the sake of face. He asked the government servants to untie the few people who were tied up on the ground, and asked Su Er to give them ten taels of silver. They apologize.

"I'm sorry, it was I who made a judgment without knowing the whole story, which caused you to be wronged, please forgive me."

"Don't dare, dare not, it's the little people who acted improperly, not the fault of the nobleman."

How could these people dare to accept his gift, they avoided it in a panic, they bowed and bowed, they didn't even dare to accept the money.

"Take it."

Su Er insisted on stuffing the money into the hands of the middle-aged man.

"My son sincerely apologizes, not pretending, what are you afraid of, just hold it, and then refuse, it means you have resentment in your heart, and you won't give my son face."

The middle-aged man held the heavy silver ingot in his hand, with mixed feelings, he wanted to cry.

The nobles he met were all arrogant, never lowered their heads, not to mention admitting their mistakes, it would be polite not to kill them, where would Le Zhiyu correct his mistakes when he knew his mistakes, willing to treat these refugees as individuals.

"Let this be returned to its original owner."

Just as Le Zhiyu was about to hand over the bundle in his hand, the beggar grabbed his wrist and cried out anxiously.

"No, mine, mine..."

"It's not yours, you can't have it."

Le Zhiyu patiently said to him: "It's wrong to steal other people's things and take them as your own. Think about it, will you be angry if someone grabs your things and doesn't return them?"

The beggar stared blankly at him, and although he was reluctant, he obediently let go of his hand.

"I still, don't be angry."

Stupid is stupid, but it is not completely unreasonable, as long as you can listen to persuasion.

"That's right."

Le Zhiyu patted him on the shoulder as if praising him, then turned his head and returned the burden to the middle-aged man.

"Although he is insane, he still did something wrong. If you want to pursue it, let the yamen guard take him back."

"Forget it."

The middle-aged man waved his hands hurriedly.

"Just bring it back. This tablet is an important thing to me, but in fact, it is just a piece of worthless wood in the eyes of others. Why let him be a fool to suffer in prison for this, and he may even lose his life. , isn’t that my fault? I have to forgive him and forgive him, let him go, it’s my virtue.”

What a reasonable man.

Le Zhiyu felt a little guilty, apologized again to the middle-aged man, and then looked at the beggar.

"Hurry up and apologize, it's not that he is magnanimous, you are going to eat in prison."

The beggar didn't understand what it meant to eat in jail, but he understood that Le Zhiyu wanted him to salute others, and without saying a word, he folded his sleeves and pointed, bowed his head, and saluted the middle-aged man respectfully.

His demeanor is measured, calm and elegant. It can be seen that he has practiced since childhood and has a memory engraved in his bones.

Le Zhiyu felt that his guess was correct, this person must have come from a noble family, and he was reduced to a beggar only after suffering hardships.

The middle-aged man was very satisfied with the money and the face, so he quickly helped him up, but comforted him a few more words, and then he took the rest of the people and left with gratitude.

"you······"

Le Zhiyu was thinking about whether to give the beggar some money, help him find his family or something, but he didn't expect him to step forward, hold Le Zhiyu's hand, his eyes were bright, and he said something with great joy.

"mine."