There's something wrong with my master.

"Then mix the bran in and boil more hot water so it's easier to swallow."

The county magistrate nodded and agreed to Lin Yu's proposal.

If the porridge were a little thinner, there would be basically no difference between drinking it and not drinking it.

"above……"

"It seems that the higher-ups have given up on this place, leaving His Royal Highness Prince Qian to do whatever he wants." Lin Yu said, shaking the cheap folding fan in his hand.

This was the information he obtained through an elder of the Gu tribe.

Before Prince Qian vented his anger, his superiors had no intention of sending anyone here.

"Then let's do this for now."

The county magistrate's tone was somewhat helpless.

After saying that, he turned around and walked out of the granary.

Taozi took the torch and followed him out.

Lin Yu locked the door of the granary.

A group of yamen officials bowed respectfully and then continued to guard the empty granary.

"My Lord, I may not be free during the day tomorrow."

Taozi, who was holding the torch, suddenly said something.

Although no one has disturbed the Yun Mansion recently, her work has become much easier.

But she is also responsible for the sanitation work in the mansion.

"Understood." The county magistrate waved his hand and looked at Lin Yu.

"You should also take a day off tomorrow. I heard that your wife is pregnant, and you haven't been able to spend enough time with her."

"it is good."

Lin Yu nodded and continued to wave the folding fan in his hand.

The two men exploited Taozi with a clear conscience, snatched two steamed buns from her, and then went home.

On the second day.

Someone discovered that when the government distributed porridge, they actually added bran into it.

The yamen official who was distributing porridge had his eyes glaring with an extremely ferocious expression.

"Drink if you want to, and get out if you don't want to!"

If anyone dared to complain, they would be beaten up.

In the crowd, the curses from the dog officials became even louder.

The county magistrate didn't care much about this.

He heard a piece of news today that the higher-ups seemed a little unhappy and recently shipped a batch of grain down.

This put him in a good mood.

But this good mood only lasted half a day, because the grain was not transported to the government's granary, but to grain merchants.

This is outrageous, but it happened.

Because behind the grain merchants are monks.

A foundation-building cultivator who does not have very good talent and has no hope of making further progress in this lifetime.

Therefore, this cultivator at the peak of the foundation-building stage is very greedy for the worldly world and likes to stir up trouble in this small piece of land.

He wouldn't do anything too extreme, he just liked to target the county magistrate.

Because she was supposed to be the county magistrate of this county, but the position was snatched away by the current county magistrate.

"Bastard!"

When the county magistrate heard that it was his defeated subordinates who intercepted his food supplies, he immediately went to find and settle the score with them in high spirits.

However, after going there, I found out that the fake foundation-building cultivator actually found a helper...

"Hey, isn't this our embodiment of justice, the brave and invincible county magistrate?"

"You want food? Sure, but you have to agree to one condition."

A woman in a bright red robe sat at the top, speaking in a teasing tone.

The county magistrate did not look at the woman, but at a man sitting on the woman's right.

He confirmed from the look in his eyes that this was someone he could not beat. This was the experience he gained from dealing with and fighting with monks many times in recent years and getting beaten up.

So the county magistrate quickly became timid...

"what's up?"

"Mr. County Magistrate, can you write cursive script with the tip of your tongue?"

"...?"

Upon hearing this, the county magistrate looked up at the woman in red and thought that if it was that matter, he could actually endure it.

"What are you thinking about? There's no such a good thing." The woman in red smiled and clapped her hands.

An ugly, tall and strong woman came out.

The woman in bright red pointed at the ugly woman and asked, "Can you write cursive calligraphy with the tip of your tongue?"

“……” County magistrate.

He glanced at the man sitting at the top again and confirmed once again that this was someone he could not beat.

This is a world of monks, where classes are established from birth.

If one is born with the ability to practice cultivation, then one can practice cultivation; if one is not born with the ability to practice cultivation, then one cannot practice cultivation.

There is no use trying.

Even if everything has to be started over again, even if all the countries in the world are destroyed.

The major forces may be reshuffled as a result, but the world is still ruled by monks.

No matter how hard ordinary people struggle, they can never turn things around and can only live day by day.

It's another morning.

The county magistrate called the young master over and had the grain loaded up in carts and taken away.

With a gloomy expression on his face, he got into the luxurious sedan chair.

The granary was opened and it was empty. Bags of grain were put into it.

This scene was seen by many people.

It is reported that the county magistrate sold all his previous grain, which is why he was able to live such a wealthy life.

Ninety-nine percent of people agreed with this news.

Chapter 386: Stupid in a unique way

The world's opinion is not important at all to the county magistrate.

He just wants to use his own strength to do what he can.

Although it is really difficult to do something in this world of monks.

Just because of the anger of a monk, the whole city fell into turmoil.

Moreover, the monk who lost the battle has not yet expressed his position.

Maybe he wasn't really angry, maybe he really was just in seclusion.

But many other monks thought he had reason to be angry, so the town became like this.

Absurd and makes people laugh.

There was food, but when the government distributed porridge, they still added bran to it.

The county magistrate doesn't know how long this reversed season will last.

Perhaps next year will still be a disaster year with no harvest.

So he cherishes every grain of food.

The drum outside the yamen was always being beaten, with people shouting that they were wronged.

When he arrived at the court, he started cursing at the county magistrate.

The county magistrate still didn't care much about such things.

The young master beat the man with a stick, and he was very measured in his beating, so that the pain would not hurt the man's flesh and blood.

But for a long time in the future, those who were beaten will not have the time to come here and curse.

The county magistrate has reached this point, and he won't be in office for long. Those monks who don't like him will definitely attack him.

But if you can do it for one day, do it for one day.

When he had free time, he would still take a sedan chair and go for a stroll in Yihongyuan.

Or go to a private room in a luxurious restaurant and stay there for the whole day.

The reason used is to catch criminals and fugitives.

I spent most of the rest of my time looking up at the sky, calculating the time, and trying to see if the reversed four seasons had returned to normal.

Then he walked into the granary and estimated how long the food could last.

Time flies.

Even though bran was added to the porridge distributed, the amount of grain was still decreasing bag by bag.

In the blink of an eye, it is almost time for autumn harvest.

However, although the crops were planted and growing well this time, locusts came.

"Where is the way out for mortals?"

The county magistrate asked this question.

Is it that I can only rely on the monks and become a pawn in their fight for luck in order to barely get enough to eat?

If the monks want them to live, they can live; if the monks want them to die, they have to die.

Can't do any resistance.

This is not the future he wants, but with his meager power, he cannot change the way the world is.

The reason why the county magistrate was so determined to take on this position was because of his father.

His father was also a warrior who broke the void.

Because his family and country were broken, the warrior eventually became a beggar.

The beggar spent the rest of his life wandering, hoping to meet the enemy who destroyed his family and country.

Because the enemy did not abide by the rules and killed hundreds of thousands of surrendered soldiers.

But he never saw this enemy.

The beggar had a friend. Although he was just a mortal, he had affairs with several female cultivators.

Although his friend was eventually slapped into a pulp because his crime was exposed, the beggar still admired him very much.

The beggar's friend loved telling stories.

Many strange stories.

He always said, if there were no monks in this world, how would each dynasty develop.

He also said that in such a world, if the imperial court was corrupt, as long as there were enough mortals, they could overthrow the corrupt court and establish a new dynasty.

He also focused on a beggar who started with a bowl and eventually became an emperor.

In addition, many more magical things were said.

For example, mortals can also fly and hide underground, but that requires the help of some tools.