In front of the eight-character wall of the county government office.

Xu Yang, Zhang Dawu and others knelt in a row wearing wooden shackles, and began their daily joyful public display.

Well, not pleasant at all.

The ground was hard, the sun was hot, the rainstorm was cold, the wooden yoke was heavy, and the neighbors' scorn was heartbreaking.

In a word, every day feels like a year.

"Manager Xu, why does the dean ask us to kneel here?" Someone couldn't help but ask Xu Yang in a low voice.

"How can the judge release him if the case is not overturned?" Xu Yang said coldly: "Just bear with it a little longer, today is the day to overturn the case. Tomorrow at the latest, Zhao Shouzheng will beg us to forgive him!"

“No, no, no,” Ma Dabao stuttered, “I don’t forgive you.”

"Yes, we can't forgive him so easily." Zhang Dawu nodded with difficulty and said, "We have been in shackles for the past few days. We are worse than dogs and our lives are worse than death! We need him to apologize publicly and compensate us for our losses!"

"Yes, compensate for the losses!" Everyone echoed. The dawn of victory was in sight, as if the wooden yoke around their necks was not so heavy anymore.

"Hey, they are coming!" Zhang Dawu is tall, and suddenly he saw some of his own people walking towards him from the west side of Yaqian Street with their hands behind their backs in a very arrogant manner.

"How's it going? Did it work?" The arsonists stood up excitedly and shouted at the newcomers, "Did you find evidence against Zhao Shouzheng?"

But the visitor just smiled bitterly and did not answer.

"Huh?" The arsonists found something wrong. They saw the gentry of the Xu family lined up in a row like they were marching, and all of them had their hands behind their backs.

There were also archers in green uniforms on both sides, holding ropes in their hands, which were tied to the backs of the gentry.

"How come they were caught too?" Zhang Dawu was stunned.

"What?" The arsonists were stunned.

At this time, the gate was opened, and there was nothing to block their view. The arsonists could see clearly that the Xu family gentry were not standing with their hands behind their backs, but were tied up and escorted back in a chain...

“I, I, I…” Ma Dabing stuttered and was unable to speak.

"How come you were arrested too? What crime are you charged with?!" Xu Yang struggled to get up excitedly, asking with a red face and thick neck.

"It's a waste of food." A gentleman replied dejectedly.

"Fuck." Ma Dabing finally managed to utter those words.

"What kind of crime is this?!" Xu Yang's jaw dropped to the ground. "The inspector just let them arrest people at will?"

"Alas, the inspector was buried in the garbage dump, and we don't know whether he is dead or alive." The gentry answered dejectedly as they were put in shackles and knelt on the other side of the eight-shaped wall.

"What?!" Xu Yang felt a darkness before his eyes, and the world was no longer the one he was familiar with.

In fact, he was just too angry and fell to the ground... He was stuck by the wooden yoke and his head hit the ground.

"Ruthless." Ma Dabing uttered the last two words.

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At the Banshanqiao Pier, Zhao Shouzheng evacuated the rioting citizens and came to the messy pier.

Without caring about anything else, he had to dig Inspector Lin and his followers out of the garbage dump first.

The archers plugged their noses and used wooden shovels to shovel the garbage from the boats into the river.

Zhao Shouzheng looked at the garbage boat piled up more than a person high, and couldn't help but sigh inwardly, "Fuck, it's so cruel."

He was really worried about Lin's life or death. Everyone has to die, some are heavier than Mount Tai, some are lighter than a feather, but in any case, he must not die in a garbage dump.

When the archers cleaned up the garbage on the surface, they found that it was not that serious...

The reason why this garbage dump looks so high and big is actually because the Lord Anyuan and his followers used rice bags to pile up a shelter like a grave mound to resist the "rain of bullets" coming from all directions.

Cai Ming moved two rice bags away, and saw the inspector and his followers huddled in the "grave mound" like a nest of quails, and the inspector was still shivering.

Yuan Fang and others came out of the "grave mound" one by one, but Lin Xunan refused to come out.

"Press the dean, press the dean." Mr. Zhao poked his head into the 'grave mound' and called softly, "It's safe outside, you can come out, ugh..."

The smell inside was so intoxicating that Mr. Zhao almost vomited on the spot.

Lin Xun lowered his head even lower, but said in a very firm tone: "No, I won't go out!"

"Ugh." Mr. Zhao was kindhearted and soft-hearted. He suppressed his nausea and gently advised, "Come out. It's so stinky in here."

"It's better to die of suffocation than to die of shame." Lin Xun'an said quietly.

"No one is watching, don't be ashamed." Zhao Shouzheng used the same trick he used to coax his son and said, "There are only government officials outside, not a single commoner."

"Those people can't do that either." Lin Xun'an still shook his head and said, "Just carry the sedan chair directly onto the boat."

"I have to build a shed to cover you, right?!" But there was a cold snort, and someone kicked down the 'grave mound'.

"Ah!" The grain bag fell down with a bang, almost burying Lin Xun'an in it again. Lin Pingzhi looked up in horror, and saw that the devil-like boy appeared beside Zhao Shouzheng at some point.

"Alright, alright." Zhao Shouzheng quickly pulled his son away and said to Lin Xunan with a wry smile, "Don't mess with him, sir. This kid has a bad temper."

Not to mention, after Zhao Hao's bluff, Lin Xun'an's eyesight and legs were no longer blurry and he stood up holding the grain bag.

Then he covered his face with his dirty sleeves, and with the help of Yuan Fang, he climbed ashore one step at a time.

Only then did he realize that his sedan chair had turned into a pile of scrap wood, broken into pieces here and there, and could no longer be seen on the ground.

The sacred official title of "Inspector Censor" only had the last word left...

Lin Xun pressed his shoulders and trembled, almost crying.

In the 200 years since the founding of the Ming Dynasty, he is considered the most miserable inspector, right?

Zhao Shouzheng could not bear it any longer, so he ordered his men to quickly bring his sedan chair over and asked the inspector to get in and then go back to the mansion to wash up and change clothes before talking again.

After the sedan chair was carried away, Master Zhao ordered people to clean up the dock, especially to rescue as much food as possible, as not to waste a grain of rice.

Then he hooked his son's neck, rubbed his head hard, and said with a smile: "You little brat, you miss your dad so much!"

"Uh..." Master Zhao thought to himself, why does this sound so much like an insult?

But he couldn't find any fault with it, so he smiled bitterly and said, "I miss you, too, Dad. You've become darker and thinner."

"You are the same, aren't you?" Zhao Shouzheng compared his son's head and said, "Oh, it's a lot taller."

"Really? Really?" Young Master Zhao loved to hear these words. He was surrounded by a group of tall men all day long and always felt like a malnourished bean sprout.

"Hahaha, yes, it's really taller." Zhao Shouzheng was very happy. There was nothing more joyful than seeing his son.

So much so that he even forgot that he was not wearing boots.

The soles of the pink official boots are one inch high.

Of course he would feel that Zhao Hao had suddenly grown taller.

In fact, the father and son have only been separated for half a month, how can they have grown apart?

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