The little Fubao in the deserted village made all the dignitaries in the court go crazy with envy

"How dare you! The government jail is not a place for you scoundrels to cause trouble!" Seeing the fat bandit's reckless appearance, Constable Zhao frowned and shouted coldly.

Jia Banxian was unhappy when he heard the word "xiaoxiao" (scoundrel). He stood up and said, "Hey! Xiaoxiao? What xiaoxiao? You arrested me and accused me of being in league with the bandits without asking any questions. What? Are you trying to judge me by covering your mouth?"

The bandit rolled on the ground holding his belly and tried to squeeze out a sound with a ferocious expression, "He, he, is, no match for us! Turtle, bastard, bastard!"

"You son of a bitch, you dare to slander and insult your master even though your front teeth were knocked out?" Jia Banxian was so angry that his nose was crooked. He rolled up his sleeves and threw a right hook, and then another right hook, "You are the one with a mouth, right? You are the one with a mouth, right!"

Veins popped on Constable Zhao's forehead. He was about to yell again when the fat monk's face appeared before his eyes through the iron fence. The speed was so fast that it made people dizzy.

The man felt around his body with both hands and found a crumpled ball of paper. He unfolded it and said kindly, "Do you recognize this thing? Can you recognize the words? Take it and show it to your master."

“……” Detective Zhao took the paper carefully and looked at it carefully. His fingers trembled and cold sweat dripped from his temples.

This was a letter. Regardless of what was written on it, he could still read the seal on it.

Seal of the Imperial Medical Service.

The fat man in the prison, "Ah, I suddenly feel that this place is not bad. It feels fresh to be in prison once in a while. I don't want to leave for a while. I have nothing in my stomach, no money in my pocket, and my bag of eight treasures has been taken away. I am unhappy and my legs and feet are weak..."

Detective Zhao: “…” The fat monk wanted to harm him.

The current emperor issued an urgent imperial edict to find medicine to cure the prince, and even their remote town received the order.

The letter in front of me is stamped with the seal of the Imperial Hospital. The fat monk’s visit to Wutong Town must be related to the search for medicine!

Then I thought of the eight-treasure bag that was thrown casually in the corner after being taken off the fat monk. The bag was filled with a bag of herbs...

Detective Zhao's face turned pale.

If this matter is not handled properly, he, his lord, and even the entire town government will be in trouble!

Another quarter of an hour later, the garrison commander Yang Fu hurried over, leading a group of runners from the yamen, and respectfully and repeatedly urged Jia Banxian to be released from the cell.

He secretly stuffed a lot of silver into the statue, served some fresh and hot delicacies, emptied the eight-treasure bag himself and returned the statue intact to Zhao. Finally, he asked Captain Zhao to escort the statue in a horse-drawn carriage before he finally sent the giant Buddha away.

After watching the carriage leave, Yang Fu returned to the yamen lobby. As soon as he stepped over the threshold, he fell to the ground.

I felt that in this short period of time, I had aged at least ten years.

My heart is too tired.

The sun climbed to the center and began to move slowly to the west.

The river at the entrance of Yuxi Village is gurgling, the rice in the fields is growing very well, and the river breeze brings the faint fragrance of rice.

Hard-working farmers work in the fields under the scorching sun, watching the water and stepping on the aquatic plants. Even a slight increase in the height of the rice plants can bring a smile to their faces.

All the way from the village entrance, in the roadside vegetable gardens and simple farmhouses, you can hear chickens crowing, ducks calling, dogs barking, and people whispering and shouting across the walls.

In this small village, under the warm sunshine, every corner is filled with a comfortable atmosphere.

The same is true for the Lin family at the end of the village.

The angry curses of the women in the yard made the people's livelihood scene in the small village even more vivid.

"That bald Taoist priest is really a scoundrel! Look at what he has done to our yard. Almost all the Hundred-Angle Grasses have been pulled out! Even up to the roots!"

"Why would he steal herbs when he was a bandit in prison? Is he worried that he will starve to death and use our Baixiang grass to fill his stomach?"

"Be good, don't be sad. Grandma will go to the medicinal field to pick medicinal seedlings and we will plant them. They will grow well soon."

"Don't be sad, dear. I have made a small school bag for you and will embroider beautiful flowers on it, okay?"

The three women of the Lin family, young and old, were sitting at the door of the main hall. You scolded the bandits while I coaxed the kids.

Under the eaves, the little baby lowered his head and looked at the bare little pits in front of him. The two little tufts of hair on his head drooped listlessly, making the baby look wilted and pitiful, which made the women feel distressed.

"Grandma, mom, aunt, the fat bald guy is so mean." Bai Xiang raised his little face and complained coquettishly without any burden.

She wasn't actually sad.

If the angelica is gone, she can just plant more. She can plant a lot more, so that the family can eat big meat buns every day.

But even though her grandma, mother and aunt coaxed her like this, she was clearly not sad, but she still wanted them to coax her a little more and love her a little more.

I'm going to file a complaint.

The brothers Lin Huaisong and Lin Huaibai each held a fire stick in their hands and danced vigorously beside their sister, "Hey! If the fat bald guy dares to show up again, your brother will help you beat him up! His head will be broken and bloody! Not a single piece of armor will be left! Blood, blood... snot will flow!"

Before the brothers finished their words, the big yellow cat lying at the feet of the little baby suddenly flew out, lowered its front paws, its fur standing on end, bared its teeth and glared at the door, baring fiercely.

At this time, a round shadow appeared at the gate of the Lin family courtyard, bowed to the stunned old and young people inside, and smiled, "Dear donors, the old Taoist is here again."

The woman of the Lin family, "——Puff! Cough cough cough cough!"

The two boys of the Lin family, "..." The fire stick fell to the ground with a clang and they quickly picked it up, subconsciously standing in front of their sister, their legs trembling and they wanted to cry.

They were just bragging to show off, how come they really came?

The poisonous mist in Bai Xiang's left hand condensed into air, and he quietly stared at the smiling fat man outside. "My father and second uncle are going to the town to call the yamen runners again today, so it's a good opportunity to ask my father to buy some meat buns," slurped.

“Sulan, hit the gong!” After a moment of shock, Mrs. Lin reacted immediately. She and Zhang Cui’e rushed towards the children at the same time and shouted at Jia Banxian, “If you dare to step into my yard, I will fight you to the death! We are not afraid of you!”

From the inner room came the anxious voice of Old Man Lin, "Old lady? What's wrong? Old lady!"

"Dad, don't panic, we're fine!" Li Sulan shouted to comfort him. Seeing that her mother-in-law and sisters-in-law had already protected the children behind them, she immediately ran to the main hall where the gong was hung.

The men in the family have all gone to work in the fields, leaving only the elderly, the weak, women and children at home, and there is no time to delay.

Seeing the Lin family members acting as if they were facing a great enemy, Jia Banxian's mouth twitched and he quickly said, "No, no, no, don't ring the gong! Misunderstanding! It's all a misunderstanding! I'm not a bandit, it's a misunderstanding! If you don't believe me, look, the constables from the government sent me here!"

"It's a misunderstanding, it's indeed a misunderstanding. This man is not a bandit." Detective Zhao shouted and appeared quickly.

"Clang——" When Li Sulan saw the figure of Constable Zhao, she could no longer stop the drumstick she had raised high and hit the gong hard.

"..."

"..."

Constable Zhao had not expected that he was just one step slow in stopping the carriage and would scare the women and children of the Lin family so much.

When the people who lived nearby heard the gong, they immediately started to move, hearing the sound of footsteps. Soon, villagers with weapons appeared on the path to the Lin family, forming groups and looking very aggressive.

Even if the gong only sounded once, everyone was still worried and wanted to take a look. If someone hit it by mistake, that was a good thing. If there was really danger, at least they could catch up.