Li Rongrong pondered in her heart, and her intuition told her that this person was definitely not an ordinary person.

The cunning and depth in the old man's eyes made her have to be careful.

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After two hours of trekking, she finally arrived in Longchuan County.

Longchuan County is located in a remote area, but on the surface it appears that the people are simple and honest, and live and work in peace and contentment.

The streets were bustling with people. Since the Qin Dynasty began to reform, there were no more restrictions on commercial development, and now it was well established.

There were all kinds of small stalls on both sides, some selling homemade strange snacks, some selling children's toys made of wood, and some selling handmade clay pots. There was a wide variety of goods.

Li Rongrong felt a little strange. Although Longchuan County was located in a remote area, the shops and markets seemed prosperous and the people there seemed to be living a good life. But why did they all look so skinny?

Just as she was wondering, she suddenly heard a noise coming from the front.

She looked in the direction of the sound and saw a group of strong bullies with their thugs, running rampant in the street and collecting protection fees from the small vendors.

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The small vendors all looked miserable, but they dared not speak out.

In an instant, Li Rongrong's mind was filled with a thousand thoughts. She didn't expect that she would encounter a classic time-travel project.

Isn’t this a classic bully-punishing segment?

Her gaze passed through the bustling crowd and fixed on the group of aggressive bullies.

The sunlight shone obliquely on the narrow street, but it seemed unable to dispel the gloom emanating from this group of people.

They were dressed in all kinds of coarse cloth clothes, but without exception they all revealed a sense of arrogance and unruliness, as if the streets of Longchuan County were their territory where they could do whatever they wanted.

The leader was a burly man with a fleshy face. There was an obvious scar on his left eye, which made him look more ferocious.

He held a thick wooden stick in his hand, and every step he took seemed to declare his arrogance to the people around him.

Behind him were several equally ferocious thugs, some holding sticks, some wielding sharp blades, their eyes full of contempt for the weak and a desire to bully them.

"Hey, old man, it's time to pay this month's protection fee!" The scarred man walked up to an old man selling hand-woven baskets and shouted rudely.

The old man's hands trembled slightly, and the items in the basket shook as well.

He looked up at the man, his eyes full of helplessness and fear.

"Uncle, didn't you just pay it three days ago? How can my small business withstand such a..." The old man's voice trembled and he almost cried.

"Stop talking nonsense! Who do you think you are? What can you decide?" The scarred man interrupted the old man impatiently, and slammed the wooden stick in his hand on the stall. The baskets fell to the ground and the beautifully woven baskets were instantly shattered.

"Ah! My basket..." the old man cried out in pain, but did not dare to step forward to stop it.

The vendors around also looked at him with sympathy, but no one dared to stand up and say a word.

They all knew that there were powerful forces behind these bullies that could not be underestimated, and once they were angered, the consequences would be disastrous.

"Hmph, that's all you can do!" The scarred man sneered and turned to look at his next target - a young woman selling candied haws.

The woman had a pretty face, but now she looked worried. She had just handed a string of candied haws to a child when she was rudely interrupted by the bullies.

"Hey, Mrs. Zhang, where is your protection fee?" a thug shouted rudely.

"I...I..." The young woman stammered, unable to speak.

"Don't waste time, hand it over!" another thug urged impatiently. He reached out to take the clay pot on the woman's stall.

"No! That's the money I want to use to treat my brother's illness!" the young woman suddenly shouted, hugging the jar tightly, her eyes full of despair and helplessness.

"Huh, cure the disease? Do you think we will sympathize with you?" The scarred man sneered, walked forward, snatched the earthen jar, and threw it hard on the ground. The Qin Banliang scattered all over the ground, flashing a dazzling light in the sun.

"How could you do this!" the young woman cried, she fell to the ground and tried to pick up the scattered Qin Banliang.

But the bullies ruthlessly trampled and kicked the Qin Banliang, as if they were enjoying the pleasure of bullying the weak.

The vendors around also showed expressions of anger and helplessness.

These bullies have become a major cancer in Longchuan County. Apart from the government, no one dares to challenge their authority.

They can only endure this bullying and oppression silently.

Li Rongrong stood in the crowd, her eyes cold and firm.

What a disgusting human nature that people actually enjoy bullying others.

She looked up and saw a group of yamen runners in official uniforms riding tall horses, rushing towards this side, raising a cloud of dust. The sound of horse hooves echoed in the narrow street, making people feel uneasy.

When the bullies saw this, they were so frightened that their arrogance instantly died down. They dropped their sticks and knives and fled like dogs that had lost their homes.

Li Rongrong was delighted, but quickly calmed down after seeing the actions of the yamen runners.

After driving away the bullies, the yamen runners did not stop, but walked straight to the small vendors and began to collect the so-called "taxes" one by one.

Their attitude is even more arrogant than that of the bullies.

"Hey, old man, it's time to pay this month's taxes, don't delay!" A fat and big-eared yamen runner walked up to the old man selling hand-woven baskets and shouted rudely.

The whip in his hand was waving in the air, making a whistling sound, as if it would fall on the old man at any time.

The old man was so frightened that he trembled all over and almost dropped the basket in his hands.

He tremblingly took out a few Qinbanliang coins from his arms and handed them to the yamen runner carefully, his eyes full of helplessness and fear.

"Hmph, is that all? You're just sending away beggars!" The bailiff took Qin Banliang with disdain, threw it on the ground, and then reached out for more.

"Uncle, I...this is really all I have." The old man almost cried. His voice trembled and his eyes were full of pleading.

But the yamen runner was unmoved. He grabbed the old man by the collar and threatened him viciously: "If you don't take it out, don't blame me for being rude!"

Seeing this, the vendors around showed expressions of horror.

Because they have the power of the government behind them. Once they are angered, the consequences will be disastrous.

Li Rongrong watched this scene, and the anger in her heart grew stronger and stronger.

She didn't expect that these yamen runners would be so unscrupulous in oppressing the people and colluding with bullies.

Just as she was thinking, she suddenly heard a fierce quarrel.

It turned out to be an old man selling vegetables who had a dispute with the yamen runners because he could not bear the heavy taxes.