Ye Ding scratched his head.
"In reply to the young master, I don't know this person either. Maybe he is the official who worked at the porridge shop."
Ye Feiyun tapped the back of his hand with a joking look on his face.
"Then Ye Ding, let me ask you, what rank are disaster relief officials like those at soup kitchens like Changfan?"
Ye Ding's eyes froze, as if he hadn't expected Ye Feiyun to ask this. He hesitated and said, "Master Ye, the disaster relief officials in the court are usually of the fifth rank. Oh, yes, from the fifth rank."
Ye Ding quickly added.
Ye Feiyun sneered in his heart.
When the original owner was rampant in the capital, he would not be treated well by anyone, not to mention the fifth-rank officials, even the princes of the court would not be treated well if they met him on the road.
Now His Majesty has conferred upon himself the title of Duke of Protector of the Country.
Killing a fifth-rank official shouldn't be a big deal, right?
The middle-aged official still didn't know what was going on and cursed again.
"Oh, no, who are you? You called me over here, but didn't you see that I was..."
As the middle-aged man was speaking, he staggered and almost fell down due to being drunk.
The officer next to him quickly supported him.
My my good master.
You're almost dead.
Are you still drinking here?
"snort!"
Ye Feiyun sneered, "Alright, drag him away and give him fifty lashes, beat him hard!"
"What?"
Upon hearing this, the middle-aged official finally came to his senses and stared at Ye Feiyun in surprise.
After a long time, he still couldn't recognize who the person in front of him was.
How dare this man torture him now?
Before he could finish his words, he said, "You, you, you dare to say to me..."
"Drag him away and beat him!" Ye Feiyun shouted again, and Ye Ding took action immediately. Without waiting for the middle-aged man to react, he dragged him towards the execution ground next to him.
Batian and Bai Lian, who were following closely behind Ye Feiyun, also followed immediately.
They had long been dissatisfied with these inaction officials, but they had no choice before. After all, the Jinyiwei belonged to an intelligence agency and was a sharp blade hidden in Mu Tianhao's sleeve. They had no other power on a daily basis.
But now, following Ye Feiyun can really help me vent my anger.
I worked harder now.
For a moment, shrill screams and wails spread all around, each one shrill and piercing.
The middle-aged official who had just spoken arrogantly was now screaming like a pig being slaughtered, which made people feel cold in their hearts.
The two officers were tactful and brought a chair to Ye Feiyun.
Ye Feiyun sat leisurely with his legs crossed, carefully observing the beaten official, his face ashen.
He, Ye Feiyun, just hadn't been to the refugee area on the outskirts of the city for some time.
In the past, when someone in their Ye Mansion embezzled the disaster relief grain, he dealt with them severely.
But I didn't expect that after not seeing each other for a few days, and killing Zhang San and Li Si, there are still people who dare to covet the relief food.
Some people in the crowd were talking.
"Who... who is this young man? How dare he attack the imperial disaster relief official?"
"I don't know. This young man looks handsome. I wonder if he's from a wealthy family?"
"Stop talking! Those officials are just living a life of luxury and debauchery. They don't care about our lives."
Everyone was talking at once, and their words were all about denouncing the powerful officials for not taking action, and only caring about making money for themselves, without caring about the lives of the people.
These words fell into Ye Feiyun's ears without exception.
He felt like he was sitting on pins and needles, as if every word was piercing his heart.
Ye Feiyun's anger suddenly surged up, as if he had to cut the disaster relief official who had just embezzled food and wages into pieces.
The fire in his heart just wouldn't go away.
Ye Feiyun slammed the back of the chair.
"Hit me hard, hit me to death!"
"Yes." Ye Ding and Batian responded in unison.
Ye Ding and Batian were holding wooden sticks as thick as their wrists and swinging them left and right, making a thud as the sticks hit the flesh.
The wails of the middle-aged officials rose and fell in a rhythmic manner.
The two men stood there, waving sticks in their hands, just like Big Bear and Little Bear.
Bai Lian watched coldly from the side, with a hint of coldness flashing in his eyes from time to time.
After several incense sticks of time, the half-dead middle-aged official was dragged in front of Ye Feiyun by Ye Ding and Batian.
At this moment, his face was covered in blood, and his official uniform had long been soaked and stained red by the blood. He looked like he was only breathing out, not breathing in.
It was obvious that he would soon roll his eyes and die.
The man was lying on the ground, still drunk, mumbling to himself: "Who are you? How dare you hit Master Benben?"
The other party said reluctantly.
"Hmph!" Ye Feiyun sneered again, stood up with big strides, walked straight to the middle-aged official, looked down at him condescendingly, stretched out a big foot, stepped directly on the middle-aged official's fat face, and twisted it left and right.
"Who do you think this young master is? I'm telling you, there's only one of his kind in the capital, the Ye family, Ye Feiyun. Have you heard of him?"
Ye Feiyun was extremely angry.
Otherwise, Ye Feiyun would never introduce himself in broad daylight and in front of everyone.
After all, Long Aotian might deal with him at any time.
But right now, I’m really angry!
Apart from anything else, the Ye family’s brand is still very effective in the capital!
At this time he was extremely angry.
As for a dandy, if he doesn't behave like a dandy at all, how can he be considered a dandy?
"Ye Feiyun."
There was a glint in the eyes of the refugees watching on the scene.
He immediately cheered and said, "It's the Young Master of the Ye family! Oh my God! It's the Young Master of the Ye family."
Previously, the story of Ye Feiyun beating up the people in the Ye Mansion who embezzled food and wages at the disaster relief shop in the south of the city was spread everywhere.
Many people even spontaneously set up ancestral halls for Ye Feiyun to worship him.
But Ye Feiyun was completely unaware of this at this time.
Feeling the eager gazes of the people behind him, Ye Feiyun was burning with anger.
The middle-aged man suddenly woke up, his eyes wide open, and finally came to his senses.
"You, you, you are Master Ye Ye."
"Yes, it's me, young master." Ye Feiyun sneered repeatedly, and his face looked like the god of death in front of the middle-aged official.
"Now that I've had enough of the beating, I want to ask you, how much silver have you embezzled?"
"I am not greedy, not greedy."
Ye Feiyun sneered, "You won't cry until you see the coffin, and you won't give up until you see the Yellow River! Keep beating! Fifty lashes!"
Ye Feiyun said calmly.
He raised his foot suddenly, and a huge shoe print was left on the middle-aged man's face.
"No, you can't fight! I am Liu Masheng, the nephew of Minister Liu, you can't touch me!" Liu Masheng shouted in panic.
Previously, disaster relief shops were always run by the Ministry of Revenue.
Later, due to shortage of manpower, the Ministry of War took over.
Liu Masheng took on this lucrative job thanks to his uncle, the Minister of War.
After taking office, he lived a carefree life.
Thousands of bags of rice were delivered every day, and he would sell them in the city, driving up the price of rice and enriching himself.
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