Wu Zheng practiced himself like this, and the people behind him covered their faces and cried, unable to bear to witness them.

Liao Zhongping opened his mouth and wanted to curse, but after all, he opened his mouth wide and closed it gently. He sighed and said, "Do you know the consequences of this move?"

Wu Zheng replied firmly: "Although there are no spies among these people, the Huyi can be sure that the largest number of people are Ming people. If hundreds of people are buried with them for the sake of a mere false one, two, three or four people, let hundreds of people be buried with them, what are the people? Why don't the people's hearts? Don't worry, Huyi will take them to Wuzhuang and strictly control them. If one of them betrays the court, the Huyi will cut off the head of Huyi."

Liao Zhongping looked at Wu Zheng, then the people behind Wu Zheng, and finally said: "Since you are willing to protect them, I can make an exception... It's just a matter of great importance. I need to ask the court for instructions. You strictly control your subordinates and do not leave half a step before I come back."

Wu Zheng clasped his fists and said, "Don't worry, sir, I will take care of them staying there. I'm working hard."

Liao Zhongping snorted and turned around.

The onlookers who were fleeing everywhere came back one by one when they saw the situation stabilized.

People, even if the sky is about to collapse, they cannot suppress their curiosity to watch the fun.

Wu Zheng stood up and bowed to the onlookers, "Thank you, my fellow villagers, for your righteous words. Wu Zheng thanked me here."

Those who can respond will talk to several people.

In comparison, the people of Kuaiji are more interested in the Tartar heads on the ground.

"Hey, look, this Tartar looks really different from us."

"Barring nonsense, can this be the same?"

"Look at this eyebrow, why do you bring some curls?"

"Huh... this face is so fierce."

"Of course it's fierce. Haven't you heard of the three massacres in Jiading in Yangzhou in ten days?"

"That's right, if it's not fierce, can the Tartars occupy our Ming Dynasty?"

...At this time, a half-old child quietly broke away from his mother's constraints, walked to a person's head, and curiously turned the head with a thin stick.

Unexpectedly, the man's eyes were not closed, his fierce and ferocious look made the child so scared that he fell to the ground and burst into tears.

His mother rushed over and said, "Piaapia" slapped the child's butt, cursing: "You are so young, you dare to see the dead heads. Are you afraid that the evil ghosts will capture you in the middle of the night?"

Wu Zheng turned his head slowly, and the people behind him were still kowtowing to him.

"Everyone is up. I am young and haven't married yet. I can't stand you kowtow like this. If I really die prematurely, my Wu family will be defeated."

After Wu Zheng said this, the people on the ground who were originally grateful to the inexplicable people, and were very amused and crying.

They all stood up and bowed to Wu Zheng.

The woman stepped forward with tears in her eyes and said, "The kindness of the adults' life, the civilian woman will tell her son and let her tell her son that as long as people live for generations, they will remember the goodness of the adults."

There was a warm current in Wu Zheng's heart. He realized that the three mother kowtowed Liao Zhongping did not feel wronged.

Wu Zheng looked around and saw Zhou Simin looking at him, and the care in his eyes was clearly visible.

Wu Zheng nodded to him with a smile.

Zhao Shi, a hundred households, kept looking through the heads with sticks.

After seeing more than ten, he came forward and said, "Officer Wu Shuai, you killed a hundred Tartars in the Jinshan Guard, how many people have died in the battle?"

Although Wu Zheng didn't understand what he meant, he still answered truthfully, "Eighteen people."

Zhao Shi said in surprise: "That's amazing. Do you know that the imperial court had just fought in Fuyang before, and 30,000 Ming troops fought against 6,000 Qing troops and killed more than 500 Tartars, but the Ming troops suffered more than 3,000 casualties."

Wu Zheng said in surprise: "30,000 vs. 6,000, is it... not winning?"

Zhao Shi looked around and then whispered: "Of course I was defeated. If there were no Fuchun River, the Qing army would have gone south long ago. If you come, I am afraid that this scene will not happen today."

Wu Zheng's mood was getting better again, I'm going to beat him, what kind of battle is this?

Seeing Wu Zheng silent, Zhao Shi poked Wu Zheng with his finger and said, "Brother, I didn't know that you had killed so many Tartars before, so how much offended you, don't be surprised?"

Wu Zheng was a little stunned. Seeing Zhao Shi being arrogant before and respectful later, he was really flattered.

"What's the matter? Lord Zhao is in official business, how can he be blamed for his humble position?"

"Hey (dragging sound), what kind of adults or not? You see, you are much younger than us. If you don't dislike me, call me Brother Zhao, then we will be brothers who will live in the future. Brother will have to rely on brothers in the future."

Wu Zheng was stunned. Zhao Shi was a sixth-rank 100-year-old, and he was just a seventh-rank whistleman, but he was still not recognized.

But looking at Zhao Shi's expressions do not look like function words.

So Wu Zheng shouted tentatively: "...Brother Zhao?"

"Oh, Brother Wu is indeed a generous person, and I will rely more on Brother Wu in the future." Zhao Shimei smiled.

Wu Zheng was really confused and thought to himself, who can tell me what's going on?

"Brother Zhao is a sixth-rank 100th household, and I am just a seventh-rank whistleman. Where do you start with the word "reliance"?" Wu Zheng asked sincerely.

Zhao Shi also answered sincerely: "Brother, you don't know. The battle of Fuyang shocked Shaoxing Prefecture. I heard that the Lu Jianguo almost pulled his legs... Cough, you know. Fortunately, Zhang Guowei, Lord Zhang, the Minister of War, the Right Censor Qian Sule, and others persuaded him to persuade him. Now, there is an edict from the State Supervisor that anyone who can kill more than a hundred Tartars will be promoted to the first level, those who are above the third rank will be promoted to the first level, those who are from the fourth rank to the sixth rank will be promoted to the second level, those who are from the seventh rank to the ninth rank will be promoted to the third level, and those who are unemployed in various positions will be directly appointed as the sixth rank Zhongxian lieutenant."

Wu Zheng was stunned.

Zhao Shi glanced at Wu Zheng and said, "Brother Wu, you can be promoted to at least three levels according to your grade, but you are a sentry officer. Now the court has no money to recruit soldiers? It's still a military garrison station. You may be transferred to the garrison station. In this way, you may lose one level, and you should be a hundred households at that time. Of course, if you are lucky, you may be able to get a deputy 1,000 households. At that time, you will have to rely on your brothers."

Wu Zheng was terrified when he heard this. This official is too worthless, right?

From the seventh-rank whistleman to the fifth-rank deputy Qianhu, there are four levels separated, which is equivalent to being promoted from the company commander to the regiment commander.

Wu Zheng really doesn't believe it.

Don’t underestimate the deputy Qianhu, who is the real person in charge of Qianhu.

Because the official position of Qianjia is often inherited by the nobles, but he does not take up the post or does not care about the affairs. Qianjiajia is the deputy director, and even the head of a hundred households who are valued below.

Seeing Wu Zheng's face full of shock, Zhao Shi smiled and turned around and shouted loudly at his subordinates: "I don't know if I can help Brother Wu move a stool. I know that the white-collar workers pay a salary, and I really don't have the eyesight to see him."
Chapter completed!