Jian Ning raised his hand and wiped it in front of his eyes, then sent a message to Ma Fuquan on the electronic screen. Ma Fuquan, who was busy by the river, heard the system prompt sound, looked up, and replied with a question mark.

"What are you doing?" Ding Youtian was still waiting for her to go find Ma Fuquan. Seeing her standing there pointing her finger here and there, he didn't know what she was doing, so he asked curiously.

Jian Ning shook her head, signaling him to be quiet. After typing the message she wanted to send, she turned to look at Ding Youtian, "I'm sending him a message. I have a portable Baicao room, and he has one too. We can use this space to pass messages to each other without having to go and talk face to face. Do you understand?"

Ding Youtian pondered for a moment and said, "I think I need some time to think about this. If you are willing to discuss it with me in depth tonight, I think I will understand it faster."

After saying that, he raised his chin slightly, with a slight smile on the corner of his mouth. His narrow and long phoenix eyes looked at Jian Ning with affection and a hint of teasing.

This bastard, here he comes again. Jane Ning was speechless.

These days, she tried not to talk to him every night after returning to her room. If she really had something to say, she would try to keep a straight face. It was not because she was afraid that he could not control himself, but because she was afraid that she could not control herself.

Men are all bad. If something is too easy to get, they often don't cherish it. Once they get it, they will throw it away like a worn-out shoe. She doesn't want to be won over so quickly by him. Now he is just a small farmer, but he has attracted Meixiang's covetousness. If he becomes successful in the future, there will be more and more beautiful women around him.

In addition, she is still not sure of her feelings. If she obeys him just because of a little liking and physical needs instead of love, it would be too hasty and she would be the only one who suffers in the end.

"Ding!" The system prompt sounded.

Ma Fuquan: [Okay.]

Jian Ning frowned slightly when she saw this. She estimated that it took a full half minute from the time she sent the message to when Ma Fuquan replied, and his tone was so reluctant. Was he unhappy?

"Did Brother Ma reply to the message? What did he say? But he was unwilling?" Ding Youtian felt nervous when he saw her frown.

"No, but I agreed to it with some reluctance. It seems I have caused him trouble."

"Let me tell you, if I were to ask him, he would definitely turn me down."

"He's setting up a special police force, and he needs to raise the funds himself. He's busy every day. The sooner this is done, the sooner he can get the funds and start the team. We owe him a big favor."

"Brother Ma is doing great things that benefit the country and the people. I really shouldn't bother him for such a personal matter. I was inconsiderate."

In fact, they both worried too much. Ma Fuquan had no intention of not wanting to go. When Jian Ning sent the second message, he was talking to the tutor. When he finished replying to her, he accidentally added an extra word. He originally wanted to reply "OK", but with the extra word, it became "OK".

As a captain of the police, the spectacle of a quarrel between two villages escalating into a large-scale armed conflict was quite shocking. In his previous life, he and Jian Ning had witnessed and experienced it firsthand. He still vividly remembered the bloodshed of villages fighting over resources, with each side deploying thousands of people.

Kitchen knives, bricks and sticks were flying everywhere. The local police station was short of police officers and was unable to suppress the fight. Local leaders had to seek help from the army and send their special police team to quell the fight between the two sides.

So, he was willing to make the trip no matter how busy he was, in order to nip the incident in the bud. He had just finished explaining the situation to the Grand Tutor and the craftsmen brought by Weidong when Lao Liu arrived. He and Lao Liu first went home to get the official uniform from the yamen, put it in a cloth bag and carried it in their hands. Then, they rushed to the village entrance to meet up with the eldest brother and the others, and together they headed towards Meng's natal village.

As they approached Dawan Village, Meng's natal home, Ma Fuquan tossed the sack to Lao Liu for safekeeping, telling him and his brothers to hide in the grass by the roadside while he headed into the village to inquire. No one in Dawan knew him, so he simply explained that his family made wine and was buying grain from the other villages. Immediately, a villager informed him that the eldest son of the Meng family had returned with two carts of grain the day before, along with several of his children. The villagers who had told him about the incident were eager to guide him to the Meng family's home.

Ma Fuquan said it was not necessary and asked him to point out the direction. He thanked the villager, went around to the outside of the village, met up with Lao Liu and the others, changed his clothes, and let them take him to their uncle's house.

After the group arrived at the door, at first, when they saw Ma Fuquan in the official uniform, the people in their uncle's family were a little panicked. Some villagers also came to watch the excitement. In this situation, their uncle calmed down and not only refused to admit his guilt, but also threatened that Lao Dingtou's family should compensate for their losses.

Anyway, he kept denying everything and refused to admit that he had embezzled two trucks of grain.

Ma Fuquan recounted what the villagers had told him, including what time they had entered the village yesterday and what had happened. He also told their uncle that if the elder brothers went to the government office to accuse him, both he and his son would be imprisoned according to the laws of the Dayan Kingdom.

Lao Liu added at the right moment, "You'll have to get beaten. If you admit it after your skin is torn apart, it will all be in vain."

Ma Fuquan, who always had a stern face, said sternly, "The grain was pushed all the way back from Shanlan County. If we investigate, we can't hide it. We'll find out the truth once we ask. Confessing and returning the grain on your own accord is completely different from waiting for us to find out and then come and search. You'd better think it over carefully and don't be foolish. You're too old to want to spend time in jail."

"His father..." My aunt was a little panicked. She wanted to say something but swallowed it back.

At this time, the second and third uncles came in. They had been hiding outside and eavesdropping for a while. They came in and called their eldest brother aside. After a few whispers, the third uncle came over, bowed to Ma Fuquan, and said with a smile, "Sir, we can let the brothers drag the grain back, but it was their family who strongly encouraged us to sell the grain. Now that they have lost money, what will our losses be? Is it all in vain and there is no explanation?"

Ma Fuquan said, "If you feel they should compensate you for your losses, you can ask someone to write a petition and file it with the government. If the town government accepts the case and you're dissatisfied with the verdict, you can file a lawsuit with the county or prefectural government. As long as you're in the right, I believe someone will uphold justice for you."

It has always been difficult for an honest official to settle family disputes, and such a complicated lawsuit is not something that a constable like him can handle.

After hearing what he said, several people murmured for a while. In the end, they were still a little intimidated by Ma Fuquan who was wearing the official uniform. The eldest uncle was also afraid that he and his son would really be arrested and put in jail. The three brothers did business together, and he didn't want his father and son to go to jail and be wronged.

Just as he was about to ask the eldest brother, Ding Youwang, and the others to take the grain away, the eldest brother, afraid that they would not return the grain, could no longer hold back his temper and started yelling, "My father was so worried about this that he had a stroke and is paralyzed in bed. Do you have any conscience at all? If you don't hand over the grain today, I will never let you go!"