When Shi Yi thinks about Xianyu, someone always comes to disturb her.

The "boss" took the lead in changing clothes, and everyone else followed suit without showing much resistance.

They all knew what the situation was outside, and doing this was a temporary solution.

As long as I can get out, it doesn’t matter!

There were so many saints and wise men in ancient times, and they all did some shameful things when they were down and out. However, this did not prevent them from becoming saints and wise men admired by later generations after they achieved great things!

They keep convincing themselves like this in their hearts.

Ever since I knew last night that I would be crying at someone's grave today and acting like a filial son and a good grandson, I had already started trying to persuade myself.

Zhuzi sincerely suggested:

"Let a few seriously ill people wear mourning clothes, and those who are not sick can support them. It looks like the people wearing mourning clothes are too sad and need to be supported."

This is a good idea, let's get started.

See after they have changed their clothes.

Zhuzi instructed, "Follow me, those who have no one to help will soon hold the white sails and paper money. In short, find something to do with your hands."

Everyone nodded and said, "Got it."

Zhuzi arranged them in formation, and a few of his men walked in front of the team, leading them into the cemetery.

The grave to be moved in the cemetery had been dug up, and the coffin had been exposed. A manager was gesturing and directing people to work.

When he saw Zhuzi coming with a group of people, he asked in confusion:

"Zhu Zi, who are these people...?"

Zhuzi smiled shyly and whispered to him:

"My family hired some temporary workers a few days ago to dig a wine cellar during the slack season. Uncle Qiang sent someone to my farm a few days ago and asked to borrow a few people.

My master agreed, so he asked me to bring them along today to show support for Uncle Qiang's family.

I will pay them after we help Uncle Qiang's grandfather move.

Just send them to do whatever work you want! When the work is done, let them go without worrying about food. "Zhu Zi looked like he was thinking about you.

When the manager heard this, he thought it was a good thing that they could help with the work without having to worry about food, so he happily assigned the work to them.

I thought to myself: The people at Xianshan Villa are good people. Before the temporary workers are paid, asking them to help their master again is like earning a favor for nothing!

After all, my master is the county magistrate, so others still have to try their best to curry favor with him.

Since they are so sensible, I will say a few good words for their villa when the time comes.

The steward nodded with satisfaction and patted Zhuzi on the shoulder.

Luozi: Thank you so much! You little brat.

Zhuzi: This is what I should do.

The group of people worked for an hour or so, and after a Taoist priest jumped, danced, pinched and calculated, they were finally able to go down the mountain.

The suona played funeral music, paper money flew everywhere, and everyone started crying in unison.

With the addition of Zhuzi and others, the lively team became even more powerful. You could see the beginning in the front but not the end in the back. It looked very spectacular.

The manager puffed out his chest, looking extremely proud!

Everyone who passes by, look at me. Who else can match the splendor of our Liu family?

As a result, before they could be in high spirits for long, a group of soldiers not far ahead looked at them with ill intentions.

The leader of their team stroked his chin, narrowed his eyes and grinned grimly, saying:

"Brothers, this is such a big scene. This family must be rich. We can have something delicious today! Haha..."

The other officers and soldiers were also arrogant, with one hand on their waist and the other on their weapons, looking up and laughing.

At first glance, they are a group of ruffians.

It's over! Trouble is coming!

Luozi quickly lowered his head and whispered to the "boss" he was supporting.

"There are soldiers ahead, they are probably going to extort money from us."

The boss' lips did not move, but his voice came over: "We will act according to circumstances."

They were hanging at the end of the team, and the soldiers in front had stopped them and were clamoring for a search.

The steward of County Magistrate Liu’s family is so angry!

I just thought I had done my job well and presentably.

After returning, the master had to give him a generous reward no matter what he said.

As a result, this group of blind people immediately came to bring bad luck!

In order to smoothly complete the process of moving the grave of the Liu family's grandfather, the housekeeper took a few deep breaths and raised a smiling face to negotiate.

"Sir, we are the family of Master Liu Qiang, the county magistrate of Tai'an. Today we are moving our great grandfather's grave back to our ancestral grave in Tai'an. What is there for you to check?

Please give me some face and give me some money to have some tea. You don't have to disturb my grandfather."

The manager informed his family of his background in advance, thinking that these soldiers were not familiar with him, so he just gave them some silver so that both sides could save face.

The officer and soldier weighed his money bag and said unhappily:

"The county magistrate is so stingy despite his wealth and wealth. He is not even enough to fill our gaps in teeth!"

With a wave of his hand, several people dressed in soldiers' uniforms rushed into the team with rough hands and feet, causing chaos.

The neat team was thrown into chaos, the white sail paper money was torn into pieces and thrown all over the ground, and the manager was so angry that his nostrils were breathing like a cow's.

This is a fucking slap in the face of County Magistrate Liu!

In the past, who among the locals dared not to give face to their county magistrate? Today, I have already taken a step back and given them benefits, but they dared to take action!

Unable to hold back any longer, he said, "You bastards are going too far. The dead are the greatest. You disturbed my grandfather. I will fight you."

He raised his hand and said, "Boys, beat them up. Master Liu will back us up. Beat them up hard!"

When the people in the team received the order, they rushed forward and surrounded the officers and soldiers.

Only then did the officers and soldiers realize that this huge team had several times more people than them. If they really started fighting, they would seem to be at a disadvantage!

The young leader of the soldiers also discovered this problem. The main reason was that he had been extorting money too smoothly in the past few days and did not expect to run into a tough guy today.

However, they were officers and soldiers. Who gave these people the courage to surround them?

He shouted in a timid voice: "We are the Yongzhou garrison, tracking down the fugitives! Anyone who dares to act rashly will be killed without mercy!"

Luozi and the boss looked at each other. Yongzhou garrison? !

How could it be the Yongzhou garrison? Why did they appear here?

Could it be that the people chasing them are from Yongzhou?

Someone in the crowd shouted, "Isn't it the job of the yamen runners to catch fugitives? When did the soldiers take over the job?"

"That's right! You still want to kill without mercy? Why don't you go to heaven? Do you think what you said is an imperial decree?"

"Do you really think you are such a great man? Why are the Yongzhou garrison troops running to our Tai'an to cause trouble?! Beat him up!"

I saw a group of people in snow-white mourning clothes surrounding the officers and soldiers and starting to attack them, kicking and punching them.

Following the instructions from the "boss", Luozi and a few of his brothers attacked the hapless officers and soldiers who were surrounded without leaving any trace.

The officers and soldiers, who had been able to hold out for a while, were at a disadvantage in a moment.

There was no chance to draw the weapon.