Raising Silkworms and Refining Gu from Mount Hundred Thousand

"That's certainly possible." The clerk muttered.

The price of rice in the town is one per day, and the unscrupulous people like these unscrupulous people have to go to the rice shop to buy the missing rice, and they certainly can't make up for it with money. But this Lao Bang Cai lives with a skin refining realm warrior, so naturally he can get some special treatment.

"Thank you, sir." Grandma added the money.

She looked at Feng Jinshui and his son who were hanging on the tree and wailing, with unbearable expressions on their faces.

When he lived in Caisang Village before, Feng Jinshui lent him rice grain.

Most of the laborers who could not pay taxes would be sent to do corvee labor, which was a narrow escape from death.

In the past six months, she had saved some money by collecting shoe soles and weaving cloth.

The clerk pointed to the young man hanging from the tree.

"Whoever dares to make trouble again, don't blame me for being ruthless with the official sword in my hand!" The young man looked around the scene with a gloomy expression.

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

"With such a character, do you really want to recruit him into the Demon Suppression Division?" Seeing the stern young man behaving like this, the female officer frowned.

"Hit these sons of bitches!"

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

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

"Be bold!"

"My lord, what a great official power!" Zhou Qing sneered. "A skin-refining warrior in the lower reaches is really a nobody, so naturally he doesn't dare to resist official duties.

"Come here, tie me up!"

"Bold and unruly! Get him!" The master saw that Zhou Qing was wearing coarse linen clothes with mud on them, so he didn't take him seriously at all.

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

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

"This is cannibalism!"

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

Seeing the shining long sword, the shouting quickly became quiet.

"Since you have to pay back taxes for these two unruly people, then pay the full amount!" The master walked up to grandma, arrogantly.

Both of them wore uniforms with flying bird patterns on them.

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

Watching Zhou Qing and others leave.

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.

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

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

"How can this be considered a labor force!"

"If you refuse to accept official duties and attempt to violently resist taxes, you should be beaten!" The master moved quickly and slapped Liang Chao on the face.

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

I wonder if the identity of a direct disciple of Baiyun Martial Arts Hall is enough weight? "

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

Each farmer only had to pay eight taels of silver in tax for each laborer, so how could there be an extra eight taels of silver?

"The Feng family owes thirty kilograms of rice and one to two or three cents in cash!" the clerk reported the number.

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

As soon as Zhou Qing finished speaking, the expressions of the four officials suddenly changed. Their bodies seemed to be nailed to the spot, and they did not dare to take a step forward.

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

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

Snapped! Snapped!

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

"You are a nobody, but you dare to resist official duties. Let me capture him!" shouted the cold young man.

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?"

"Crack~!" The officers drew their swords and were on guard.

Make way for the crowd.

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

Several officers came forward holding ropes.

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

"bass!"

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

"not me."

Zhou Qing walked out.

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

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

The officials swarmed up and restrained Zhou Qing.

"I won't give you a way to survive! You're going to rebel!"

"Ah Chao! Well done!"

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

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

"Isn't a son as big as Feng Jinshui a human being?!"

The stern young man looked like an ant.

When the clerk heard this, he looked at the master sitting beside him, and saw the master nodding with a smile on his face.

"Not me either."

"Not five cents of silver?" Grandma was stunned. Even if the price of white rice rises, three cents of silver is enough to buy a hundred catties.

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

"I don't have enough money." Grandma looked embarrassed. In order to pay taxes, she brought an extra tael of money. Who knew she would encounter such a situation.

The next moment, Zhou Qing pulled his arm away, and the four officials flew out and fell to the ground.

Seeing these unruly people showing signs of gathering to cause trouble, the master took action.

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

Behind the crowd stood a man and a woman. The man was in his early forties and looked indifferent. The woman is eighteen or nineteen years old and full of heroic spirit.

When it comes to what you have delivered to your door, there is no need to be polite.

After hesitating for a moment, grandma stepped forward and said, "Master, I want to make up for the rice and money owed by the Feng family and his son."

"Who is yelling at officials? You really want to rebel!" A stern young man in black uniforms came to the field with a long knife at his waist.

The onlookers moved away for fear of being implicated.

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

The onlookers who did not mind the excitement immediately started booing.

When he returned home and didn't see his grandma, he knew that she had gone to pay taxes. So he rushed to Baiweilou to buy some Qingzhu wine, but he heard that someone was kidnapped at the tax payment place at the south entrance of the town.

"ah!"

"." The female officer looked unhappy and hesitated to speak.

Seeing the master raising his hand and preparing to continue beating the civilians, the female officer couldn't bear to look at him and wanted to step forward.

"Stop!" came an angry shout from the crowd.

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

As soon as the official finished speaking, shouts came from the crowd. Someone among the crowd made rebellious remarks.

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

"My lord, forgive me! I was impulsive!" Liang Asi hurriedly stepped forward to plead for mercy.

The man holding a long sword was clearly a stern young man in official uniform.

The master immediately ordered two officers to set up Liang Asi, preparing to kill the chickens to scare the monkeys and frighten these unruly people.

"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?"

"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.

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

"You are so bold and unruly! You dare to play tricks on me!" The master was furious and pushed grandma to the ground.

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

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

“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.

The stern young man's pupils shrank.

"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.