On the grain ship, Zhao Hao was stunned by the scene of beating a drowning dog.

His original plan was to launch a public opinion offensive, let the people denounce Inspector Lin, and drive him out of Kunshan in disgrace.

Who would have thought that the people of Kunshan would be so violent. Why would they start fighting over a disagreement?

Isn't it said that people from Suzhou and Shanghai will not fight even if they quarrel?

"This is the custom of the people in Wuzhong. You just need to get used to it." Liu Zhengqi explained to Zhao Hao in a low voice: "They report to the authorities at every turn. If the report is useless, they riot. This is a tradition."

"Uh..." Young Master Zhao took out a handkerchief from his sleeve to wipe his sweat, and suddenly remembered what he had read in textbooks about Ge Xian, the Five Tombstones, and Chao Dong... It turns out that the riots of citizens in Jiangnan have a glorious tradition.

Zhao Hao, a bystander, was stunned. Lin Pingzhi, the person involved, was completely shrouded in fear...

The citizens of Kunshan threw all the gentry of the Xu family into the river, and then all eyes were focused on him.

Inspector Lin was so frightened that his face turned pale. He hid behind a few bags of food at the stern of the boat and dared not show his head.

Yuan Fang shouted at Zheng Qian in a stern voice, "Protect the Inspector's safety!"

Zheng Qian dared to plot against the servants of the Xu family, but he did not dare to ignore the life and death of the Inspector.

The man named Lin is an imperial envoy. If anything happens to him, not only will the master be in trouble, but he, a small inspector, will be in even greater trouble.

Inspector Zheng quickly ordered his archers to ignore other places and gather around Inspector Lin's boat first to prevent the angry citizens from getting close to his boat.

Upon seeing this, Inspector Lin breathed a sigh of relief and was about to stand up and say a few polite words to save his face.

Before he could straighten up, he heard a loud bang and something hit him on the head.

Before he could be thankful that the black gauze hat had a good defensive power, sticky yellow liquid started to flow down from his head, covering his entire face.

It turned out to be an egg. And a rotten egg...

The pungent smell made Lin feel sick. Yuan Fang could not help but ask angrily, "Who the hell did this? Come out if you dare!"

Before he could finish his words, more rotten eggs flew in from all directions, mixed with broken shoe soles, rotten vegetable leaves, animal feces, watermelon rinds and the like.

Naturally, the citizens launched long-range attacks after realizing that close combat was ineffective.

Before the two men could react, they were hit more than a dozen times each.

Now there was no need to pretend to be Boyi anymore. The two of them were busy running around on the boat, using the grain bags to avoid the intensive attacks.

Inspector Lin was curled up in the gap between two piles of rice, his body covered in egg-like liquid and vegetable leaves. His black hat had turned green, and his green official robe had turned camouflage color.

He covered his ears tightly and closed his eyes, looking so pitiful, weak and helpless. How could he still have the dignity of an imperial envoy?

"Sir, Sir..." Yuan Fang came over in the hail of bullets and shouted at Lin Xun'an twice. Seeing that he didn't respond, he had to pull away his hands that were covering his ears.

But Inspector Lin still didn't open his eyes.

"Uh, what are you doing?" Yuan Fang was puzzled.

"If you can't see it, then it didn't happen. If you can't see it, then it didn't happen. It didn't happen. Nothing happened..." But all that could be heard was Lin Xun'an muttering to himself.

As expected of Master Xu, he is a good disciple. Not only has he mastered the martial arts of this sect very well, but he has also been able to apply them to his work and life.

"..." Yuan Fang saw that Lin Xun'an was in trouble, and knew that he had to make the decision himself, so he shouted to Zheng Xunjian: "Hurry up and get someone to drive the boat and take the adults away from here!"

"How can I leave?" Zheng Qian was also very unhappy. He was regarded as a running dog by the people and suffered a lot of punishment... There were seven or eight rotten vegetable leaves hanging on his body.

He took off his stinky socks from his head and pointed at the full surface of water. "Fly over there?"

Grain ships were already heavy, and the five Wuji ships filled the dock. Zhao Hao and Mr. Liu brought another twenty or so ships, and with so many grain ships crowded together, it would be strange if they could move.

At this time, the citizens saw that they could not get on Lin's boat, and they were so angry that they turned their attention to his sedan chair and ceremonial guards. They smashed them all to pieces, and threw the broken patrol card, avoidance card, and Jinshi card into the river.

The children picked them up and carried them home to burn as firewood...

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Mr. Zhao's boat had already moved far away to avoid being injured by mistake.

Seeing that the Inspection Office protected Inspector Lin, Zhao Hao felt relieved.

Have someone set up a chair, bring a small table, cut a watermelon, lean back in the chair comfortably, eat the watermelon while watching the show.

At this time, Wu Cheng'en heard the news and rushed over in a small boat and boarded his boat.

"Mr. Sheyang is late." Zhao Hao finished eating a piece of watermelon, picked up Songjiang cotton cloth to wipe his hands, and smiled at Wu Chengen who was anxious, "The most exciting part has passed. Just eat some watermelon."

"You, what can I say about you?" Wu Cheng'en pointed helplessly at the grain ship that was about to become a garbage dump. "In the two hundred years of the imperial dynasty, have you ever seen such a miserable inspector?"

"Isn't this blinding?" Zhao Hao said with a smile.

"You can still laugh? The county magistrate's son led a crowd to besiege the imperial inspector. If this gets out, it will cause an uproar!" Wu Cheng'en sighed repeatedly.

"Oh? I thought it was Mr. Sheyang who set the stage for me." Zhao Hao said innocently, "How could I ignore the fact that I should cooperate with you in the performance? I had no choice but to be an actor."

"Am I that kind of person?" Wu Cheng'en was so angry that his beard stood up straight. "Only that lunatic Xu Wenchang would want the world to be in chaos!"

"Sir, have a piece of watermelon to cool down." Zhao Hao personally picked up a piece of watermelon and handed it to Wu Chengen, then pulled him to sit down and said, "First, I didn't expect the people of Kunshan to be so violent. Second, if the people start to make a fuss, whether I show up or not, the blame will be on my father."

"That's true." Wu Chengen ate a mouthful of melon depressedly and couldn't help but smile: "It's so sweet!"

"Of course, this is Wangzhuang's watermelon." Zhao Hao said proudly, "It's sweet and crisp, and the taste is first-rate."

"You are quite good at eating." Wu Cheng'en said, then suddenly came to his senses, glared at him and said, "Let's talk business, how are you going to end this? If this matter is not handled properly..."

"It will cause a big uproar." Zhao Hao imitated the nagging old gentleman. Before Wu Chengen threw the melon rind in his face, he quickly replied with a smile: "Don't worry, sir. We are not the ones who should be panicking now. We can just eat the melon in peace. Even if you don't believe me, do you still believe Mr. Qingteng?"

"Hmm..." Wu Chengen put down the melon rind in frustration. "It's because I trusted him too much that the situation became like this."

He let out a long breath, pointed at the garbage boat and said, "Let's get the people out first."

"This is not our mission." Zhao Hao put his hands behind his head and looked leisurely.

"Oh? Did he inform your father?" Wu Cheng'en breathed a sigh of relief.

"Of course. I guess it should be here soon." Zhao Hao nodded with a smile, looking at the messy dock, and said with a smile: "It's time for the county lord to turn the tide."

Before he finished speaking, he heard a series of sharp bamboo whistles coming from the south side of the bridge halfway up the mountain.

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