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Chapter One Hundred and Twenty-Eight Surely Poetry and Books Really Mistaken Me

In addition to the death of Wang Hu's internal organs, there were many fractures at the scene, and about a dozen of his legs were broken...

Tang Maojing couldn't help but frown when the coroner made a report. He looked at Dai Kangfei, who was comforting the beauty, and then gave a wink at the master. His subordinate got Dongweng's eyes and understood it. The two of them walked to a corner.

Before he could speak, the master persuaded him, "Master, it is better to resolve enemies than to make them... In Yangzhou, you and Dai Chunlin and his son have a slight snag. But now, the master is the Tongzhi of Yangzhou. In this world, the Tongzhi who opened the government and built a house is probably Yangzhou Prefecture. Speaking of which, the master has taken a lot of money..."

After the master said something, Tang Maojing knew it very well. Do you know the master? He shook his head. But now in Guazhou, he is a co-education master. Speaking of which, although Wu Fuzun in Yangzhou City is the fourth-rank Huangtang in the world, there are many yamen in Yangzhou City, and he may not be as comfortable as he is in Guazhou.

Being a master is the most important thing to be comfortable. He is so comfortable, and he really wants to love Dai Kangfei.

Besides, he also knew that Dai Kangfei would not have lived in the forest for a long time. Now the court is in trouble. There is Yao chaos in the southwest and Altan in the north. The Japanese turmoil on the coast is in full swing. Dai Kangfei has the courage of a king, and the court cannot use it. Tang Jingchuan, the head of the Ministry of War, was a person in Yan Song and Yan Ge Lao's bag. He is now training troops in Huzhou. In other words, Dai Kangfei... If you can't say it, it has already fallen into the eyes of Yan Ge Lao Yan.

When he thinks of this, he is passionate inside. As the saying goes, officials who don’t want to make progress are not good officials. Although Tang Maojing is just a juren, he also wants to make progress!

After twisting his beard and pondering for a moment, he asked the master, "But, how is the matter going to be done right now?"

When the master heard this, he immediately said, "This is easy to deal with. Master, our Yangzhou was invaded by Japanese pirates. The Japanese pirates were inhumane. They entered Yangzhou from the Yangtze River waterway. The people of our Guazhou fought bravely to fight the enemy. Wang Hu, the nephew of the Guazhou Inspection Department, was a bad boy in the city, but he knew the righteousness. He led a group of evil boys in the countryside to attack the Japanese formation on weekdays, and suffered more than a dozen backs, and they were both broken and died..."

After all, the master is an old pen. When he opened his mouth, he would describe Wang Hu, a virgin who was rampant in the village, as a righteous man who knew the great righteousness.

Tang Maojing was immediately extremely satisfied. He glanced at the master and asked, "What should we do if those old men, women and children?"

"That's it!" The master pondered for a moment, "Master, let's tell the truth in private. The trick of the officialdom is to hide it from the superiors and not the subordinates. What's the point of these ordinary people? Just give some money and it's all."

Tang Maojing frowned. He, the Tongzhi Master, had just arrived and hadn't managed to keep the warehouse in mind. He was a little sad about his feelings when talking about money. He said, "It's not convenient to get the money back now!"

The master suddenly raised his chest, looking anxious about what the master was anxious about, "Don't worry, Master, you can give me the money and grain."

There are many types of masters. The most important master is probably Master Qiangu. As the saying goes, if you have money and food, you will not feel panic.

Tang Maojing looked at the master and was a little hesitant. The master was anxious, "Dongweng, I have been by your side for several years. What kind of person am I? Master, don't you know?"

I just know what kind of person you are, so I hesitated.

Tang Mao said intently, but, thinking about it, this master has been with him for several years, and has been a judge before, and he should indeed be rewarded for his contributions. He said immediately: "In this way, I will hand over all the money and grain to you. I will give you four more yamen runners, and you can do it vigorously."

The master was overjoyed when he heard this, so he naturally heard the meaning of the word "Da Li" in his words, and immediately said: "Don't worry, Master, I must do it with my heart and do it hard."

In the Ming and Qing dynasties, officials were shattered three feet high. To be honest, they really depended on themselves. These scholars didn’t know the numbers and couldn’t even understand the account book. How could he shatter three feet high? So it means that the actual power of the Qing dynasties was controlled by the master.

Seeing the master's old face smiling, Tang Maojing was a little relaxed, and immediately said, "There is another one, you have to recommend one to me, this master of Zheng, you have to recommend one."

When the master heard this, he curled his lips in his heart, thinking that the master was just a Hainan scholar and had no ink in his heart. How could this authority be so powerful that he could only use one hand?

However, this kind of truth must not be said in front of the master. Besides, if the master asks him to recommend someone, he will benefit in the end. Why bother to make things difficult for yourself?

Therefore, as soon as he bowed, he said, "Master, don't worry."

Tang Maojing nodded and walked to Kang Fei at this time. Kang Fei was trying to provide psychological counseling for Pisces. When he was in college, his counselor loved psychology in his spare time. He had told him several times and understood something.

However, Pisces was absent-minded and just lowered her head and played with the silk ribbons on her waist. She didn't hear what Kang Fei was saying at all, and it was useless to waste Kang Fei's great efforts.

Tang Maojing walked over and saw his soft voice talking to the slightly dark-skinned beauty, and he was so envious of it.

Dai Kangfei has good luck in love.

It was said immediately: "The young woman in the boudoir doesn't know how to worry. She put on makeup in the green building in spring. As expected, poetry and books really mislead me. I regret to teach my husband to find a title. Dai Kangfei, you are so interested..."

When Kang Fei heard this, he turned to look at him, with a strange expression on his face, and complained in his heart: You probably learned Chinese from a physical education teacher? What is it that poetry and books really make me misleading me. I regret to teach my husband to find a title of marquis?

However, the virtue of booksellers in the Ming Dynasty often deleted and revised paragraphs, which is hard to say. I don’t care about it now. As for correction, then forget it, he and Tang Maojing have not had the same friendship yet.

He was not angry and said, "Master Tang, can I leave?"

Tang Maojing smiled and said, "Please please..." As he said, he frowned when he saw that he was still shirtless, "Your snow-white flesh is beautiful, but it is unconventional." As he said, he asked the yamen runners around him to take off a coat and put them on with Kang Fei.

Kang Fei twitched his lips, thinking, "Are you using me to show me? Of course, I won't give him a chance. Besides, can the yamen runners wear their coats?

I'm not discriminating against anyone, I mean, the whole Ming Dynasty is very spicy.

He complained in his heart, and then, barely, he was about to leave with Pisces. The evil boy looked at each other and had the courage, and he could not help but say to the guards guarding the yamen runners: "He left like this? Our boss Wang Dabai died?"

The yamen runner was catching his heart. He heard this and slapped him with a big mouth, "I'm a hot nugget, you mother, you little numb, do you know which one is this? This is Mr. Shura Dai, who killed 1,000 Japanese pirates. He was even more cruel than Mr. Guan Er. Who would you provoke? Provoke him?" As he said that, he couldn't help but give him a big mouth, "I'm tired and we had a meal for a while. It's really damn."

The yamen runner next to him also said, "That's right, if someone kills Japanese pirates, he can kill a hundred Japanese pirates with one mouth and a sword light..." As he said, lowered his voice, he said, "I heard that he is a disciple of the immortals in the Eight Caves. He has a shallow cultivation and can only spit eight sword lights. He has to wait until he spits nine sword lights before he can turn two times. Later, he tried his best to carry a knife and killed a hundred Japanese pirates. In the end, his body was not strong and he almost capsized. It was the son of the neighbor's nephew of my eldest son's family who fought to the death and was injured by dozens of wounds, which saved the master..."

These two yamen runners were obviously beaten to the point of bruising and swollen by Kang Fei just now. Now, they brag about it, as if Kang Fei was really the neighbor next door to his eldest daughter and nephew.

Pisces here are clearly big feet, but they are bound by long gowns. They are not as refreshing as the twelve-layer tides. They are so squeamish that they are walking. Kang Fei heard the words of these two yamen runners and couldn't help but say, "What a god, you are the second move, and you are still spitting out nine sword lights." Are you a dog planning girl who is a fan of the fetus?"
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