The aftermath of the county yamen was handed over to Feng Aweng. After the battle, the yard was full of corpses, and the front yard was filled with a strong smell of blood. The blood on the ground had dried up and penetrated into the soil, making a dark brown color that could not be washed away with water.

The flowers, plants and trees withered and broken branches, the corridor columns were covered with traces of swords and chisels, broken weapons, and scattered limbs. The county government looked as tragic as the Shura hell.

Under Feng Aweng's leadership, the villagers endured the disgust and cleaned up the aftermath one by one. Zhang Huaiyu, Li Shierniang and others were carried back to the backyard to rest.

Song Gensheng was not injured, but his expression was always low. Seeing the corpses of his personal guards and the heroes of the martial arts world being carried away one by one, and his face was covered with white towels, Song Gensheng sat blankly under the steps, and tears flowed down again.

Gu Qing leaned against the corridor column, and a villager bandaged the wound under his ribs. Gu Qing trembled all over in pain, but he still did not forget to enlighten Song Gensheng.

"Gensheng, we will go back to Shiqiao Village to stay for a few days tomorrow. Everyone will be recuperating. You, at the forefront of the storm, must hide from the limelight. If King Ji never dies and sends the second group of dead soldiers to assassinate you, we have no chance of winning at all. Of course, King Ji should not send the second group of people. The matter tonight will be a big deal, and King Ji is already unable to protect himself."

Song Gensheng whispered: "Gu Qing, I want to resign from my post and go home to be a farmer. In this life, I will farm and study in Shiqiao Village..."

The villagers bandaged the wound with thick hands and feet. Gu Qing thrust in pain. Subconsciously, he thrust the villagers hard and said angrily: "Be gentle! Are you delivering your livestock?"

The villager smiled honestly and said, "My family has no livestock, and I have saved up almost all the money. I plan to buy a cow next month..."

"Leave a piece of Fili for me..."

Villager:???

"Forget it, you don't understand." Gu Qing waved his hand and looked at Song Gensheng and said, "I don't plan to become an official anymore? When you were in Shiqiao Village, you swore to benefit the people. What's wrong with that?"

Song Gensheng said sadly: "I can't benefit me. I tried my best to do my best, but my people were still displaced by my wife and children. My recklessness killed so many people, and the people did not live a good life. I am an incompetent county magistrate..."

Gu Qing pointed to the villagers and said, "If you are not competent, why will they come to save you tonight?"

Song Gensheng was speechless.

Gu Qing said again: "If you are given another chance, you will find that the gentry enclosed land and half of the land in the county is occupied by the powerful and powerful. How will you deal with it?"

Song Gensheng thought for a while and said, "I... I'm sure I won't be as rash as this time. The county magistrate cannot fight against the powerful and powerful head-on. I won't ask the gentry, and I won't rudely confiscate the land. I... will think of other ways, secretly collect evidence of the powerful and powerful enclosing land in a roundabout way, wait for the opportunity to send the evidence, and then..."

Smiling bitterly, Song Gensheng sighed, "Then, I don't know what to do. If the monarch and ministers in Chang'an disagree with the land of the powerful, even if I, a county magistrate, sacrificed my life and advised me, would probably be like a rock sinking into the sea. Maybe it would even make you displeased and cause a disaster for your own death."

Gu Qing smiled and said, "If you think so, it means you have really grown up. Now you can barely be competent for the county magistrate because you have the most basic official experience."

"The officialdom is a place where tolerance and lowliness are emphasized, and it is also a place where gentlemen take revenge for ten years. When they encounter strong people, they will show weakness, plan and act, and wait for the opportunity to defeat the enemy with one move."

Song Gensheng stared at him and said, "If you were the magistrate of Qingcheng County, what would you do?"

Gu Qing thought for a while and said, "I will do everything possible to get promoted."

"Promoted?" Gu Qing's answer shocked Song Gensheng.

"Yes, promotion. The county magistrate cannot fight against the powerful, but the prime minister has a way. Because the prime minister has the right to speak and has the power of the court, the greater the official position, the greater the power. When the power is so great that he can dominate the policy direction of a country, there will be more ways to deal with the powerful and powerful enclosing land."

Gu Qing smiled and said, "The county magistrate told the powerful and powerful that you are not allowed to occupy the land and fertile land among the people. The powerful and powerful said that they are fartful and they are too lazy to pay attention to you. If they have a bad temper, they may directly send someone to kill you, such as this time tonight. But if a priest is not allowed to enclose land, no matter how angry the powerful and the powerful are, they will not dare to take the prime minister's words as a warning, because the prime minister's power and power are some ways to make the powerful and the powerful and the powerful. Do you understand what I mean?"

"If you want to change the world, you must first strengthen yourself. Only when your wings are hard can you have the strength to declare war on the powerful and unfair worldly things. If it cannot be changed, you can simply break everything with your strength, rebuild order with your will, and formulate the rules of the game you want with your own hands. Anyone who violates your rules will be the end of the head."

Song Gensheng lowered his head, thinking about something.

Gu Qing smiled and said, "Do you still want to resign?"

"I……"

Gu Qing looked sadly at the rows of guards and the bodies of heroes who were parked in the corridor and said, "What are they trying their best to protect you? Perhaps for the sake of justice in the world, but I think more, they are to leave some hope for the people. A good official is a seed of hope. With more good officials in the world, people will have a good life. If this good official just experienced a setback and resigned from his post and returned home, they would not blame you, but in the nine springs, I guess he should be a little disappointed..."

Song Gensheng gritted his teeth and said, "I will continue to do this county magistrate!"

Looking up at Gu Qing's eyes, Song Gensheng said word by word: "Not only do I have to continue, I also have to be promoted, I want to be the governor and the governor!"

Gu Qing turned his face and said, "Don't be like a cannibalistic expression. It seems to be a bad person. First, be a good county magistrate. From now on, if you study the rules and experience of the officialdom carefully and think through the people and things in the officialdom thoroughly, you can be as good as a fish in the officialdom. Even without my help, you can deal with all kinds of troubles and difficulties alone."

Song Gensheng nodded and then said uneasyly: "Will you not have any trouble after you return to Chang'an? We wiped out all the dead soldiers of King Ji, will he give up?"

Gu Qing sneered: "Send two hundred dead soldiers to attack thousands of miles to assassinate the county magistrate appointed by the court. Do you think this matter can be hidden from the emperor and the court?"

"this……"

"After I return to Chang'an, it's not whether King Ji will give up, but whether I will give up. We have a good idea about this matter. What are you afraid of? Wait, the news that the entire army of the dead soldiers in the Ji Palace will be wiped out tonight will be scared to the King Ji. The emperor is not a person who cares about flesh and blood. When the three princes said they would be abolished, he may not have a good ending."

"Why was King Ji so brave at the beginning? He dared to send so many dead soldiers to Chang'an to assassinate me?"

Gu Qing smiled: "Because King Ji didn't expect me to be the variable, he thought he would send a group of dead men to kill you without knowing it, and then he found a scapegoat to push the matter to be finished. But he didn't expect that I would dare to return to Qingcheng County regardless of everything, nor did he expect that Aunt Li could summon so many heroes from the world to show off against the dead men, a playboy prince who only knows how scheming he is? He only died of one county magistrate, and he had the ability to suppress the matter, but after two hundred dead men died, the situation could not be controlled by him."

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After dawn, the aftermath of the county yamen was almost handled. Feng Aweng hired many carriages from the county town, loaded the body and weapons onto the carriage, covered it with white cloth and left the city.

All the dead soldiers' bodies were buried in an uninhabited field. The personal guards and heroes who died in battle were transported back to Shiqiao Village. A cemetery was opened on the mountain opposite the porcelain kiln halfway up the village, and the bodies of all the personal guards and heroes in the rivers were buried in the coffin and buried in the soil.

On the day of the burial, Gu Qing and Song Gensheng led the whole village, the young and old, to kneel in front of the tombstones of the heroes. The cold winter rain floated in the sky, making the bones feel cold, but the young and old in Shiqiao Village were still kneeling motionless in the rain.

The villagers still don’t know much about what happened in the county government, but Gu Qing came back and Song Gensheng also came back. They knelt in front of the tombstone devoutly and grief. Even though the villagers didn’t know much, they knew that the people buried in this land must have done something earth-shaking, and they must have paid the price of their lives for someone and something.

Such a person is worthy of kneeling.

After the funeral, Zhang Huaiyu, who had not healed, announced to the villagers with a cold face that a new martyr's temple would be built in Shiqiao Village, and all those who have fought for Shiqiao Village will be enshrined in the ancestral hall. Their names will be engraved on tablets to enjoy the incense of the villagers of Shiqiao Village for generations, and their deeds will be recorded in the village chronicles. Those who have sacrificed their lives for worldly justice and the common people will be remembered by history forever.

Gu Qing was not in a hurry to return to Chang'an. He was injured very much and could not travel a long distance. Besides, he had to wait for the reaction of this matter to Chang'an and wait for it to ferment slowly.

After writing a letter to Zhang Jiuzhang and Li Guangbi in the village, Gu Qing stayed in the village to recover from his injuries.

After the letter was delivered to Chang'an, Zhang Jiuzhang and Li Guangbi would know how to do it.

The winter rain is biting, the river surface is frozen, the mountains and villages are bleak, and the bare ginkgo trees in the yard are only rugged branches, posing in various strange shapes.

Gu Qing and Zhang Huaiyu were lying side by side on two Hu beds in the room. Two basins of charcoal fires were lit in the middle. Even so, Gu Qing still felt cold and was covered with a thick blanket.

Zhang Huaiyu also suffered a lot of injuries. During the fight that night, she almost walked back and forth at the gate of hell. She had countless wounds on her back and legs. Until today, she recovered from injuries, her face was pale, and she had to slowly recover from excessive blood loss.

The long days of recuperation are boring most of the time. Gu Qing is determined to talk to Zhang Huaiyu about the past, but Zhang Huaiyu is like a can and rarely pays attention to him.

"The village has changed a lot more than before. Many new homes have been built and many people from other villages have moved in." Gu Qing drooped his eyes and chatted without a word.

"Yes." Zhang Huaiyu replied with a faint sound.

"I'm very relieved that my house was not burned by you."

"Um."

"But I found something was wrong with my kitchen, there were signs of burning, and the roof had also been renovated. What's going on?" Gu Qing turned his head and looked at her.

A hint of embarrassment flashed across Zhang Huaiyu's face and said calmly: "After you leave, I try to cook the fire by myself. I add too much firewood to the stove and accidentally burn the kitchen..."

Gu Qing showed a domineering president-like cool smile on his lips, and lowered his voice and said, "Woman, you are playing with fire..."

Bang!

A piece of dried jerky hit Gu Qing in the face, and the cold image of the domineering president instantly broke his efforts.

Gu Qing lay back in frustration and sighed faintly.

Zhang Huaiyu is a taciturn but honest girl. Such girls are often stubborn and will continue to do what they are sure of, and no one can persuade them. If such a girl is truly on her side, she will often be loyal than anyone else and would rather die than be loyal.

However, she is not a suitable person to chat with.

In contrast, Zhang Huaijin from Chang'an City is very suitable for chatting. No matter what topic Gu Qing is, Zhang Huaijin can steadily catch it. Sometimes Gu Qing has no topics, and Zhang Huaijin can also take the initiative to create topics and force awkward chat. If Gu Qing doesn't talk, she can pretend that Gu Qing is talking and just talk to herself all day long.

For some reason, Gu Qing missed Zhang Huaiyu very much when he was in Chang'an, but when he was by Zhang Huaiyu, he unconsciously thought of the cute little girl Zhang Huaijin.

Then Gu Qing was a little shocked. He was single in his two lives with his strength, and any strange and bizarre love could be perfectly avoided. In this life, he actually missed two women at the same time, cinnabar moles and mosquito blood in his heart. The two women often exchanged each other. They were still single, but they were like scumbags...

A straight man suddenly became a scumbag, so when did the character design fall quietly?

While Gu Qing was silently reflecting on himself, Zhang Huaiyu suddenly spoke.

"What are you going to do next?"

Gu Qing was stunned: "What should I do?"

Zhang Huaiyu looked into his eyes and said, "After returning to Chang'an, how do you plan to slowly gain power?"

Gu Qing narrowed his eyes: "Why do I want to take power?"

"Isn't it a joke to have the will of heaven and earth in your heart, and you have no power in your hands?"

"How do you see that I have the ambition to sway the world? I have words engraved on my face?"

Zhang Huaiyu smiled and said lightly: "I don't threaten you, and I can even help you without reservation. Your ulterior motives say to me, I will not betray you, otherwise, why do you think I stayed in Shiqiao Village?"

Gu Qing was silent for a moment and said slowly: "Zhang Huaiyu, you are very annoying in your confident look."

Zhang Huaiyu's smile gradually became colder: "If you don't like my current appearance, I can show you something else."

As he said that, Zhang Huaiyu's face suddenly became tidy, and she showed a stupid and dazed smile, and said, "Does Zhang Huaijin look like this? Do you like it?"

Gu Qing was shocked and sweat oozed out of his forehead for some reason. Although he didn't know why he was guilty, he felt guilty at this moment.

Then Gu Qing quickly recovered from nature. I did nothing, why do I feel guilty?

"Zhang Huaijin doesn't look like this. You don't imitate it enough. I'll imitate it for you, you'll see..."

As he said that, Gu Qing adjusted his facial expression, then his eyes began to become dull, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, revealing a row of teeth, his eyes bent into two crescent moons, half tilted his head, and he looked like a demented girl's feelings were always poetic, and he said in a sharp voice in a cute and stupid tone: "Sister, sister, I wet the bed again..."

Zhang Huaiyu was stunned for a moment, then laughed, covering her mouth and laughing so hard that she couldn't help herself.

Gu Qing felt that he had successfully imitated himself and was immersed in his profound acting skills, so he rang the railway while it was hot: "Do you want me to imitate your appearance?"

Zhang Huaiyu suddenly laughed, her face suddenly became cold, and she sneered: "You try."

Just try it. Gu Qing didn't notice the difference between sneer and normal smile at all. He adjusted his expression with great enthusiasm. Then he slapped the low table next to him, rolled up his sleeves and vomited hard on the ground, shouting in a bad voice: "Come on, I want to eat three bowls of rice! Three bowls!"

The next moment, Gu Qing found that the Hu bed where he was lying suddenly collapsed. He fell down with the Hu bed and fell heavily to the ground.

When I looked closely, several wooden feet of Hu Bouch were cut off and the incisions were neatly tidied.

Zhang Huaiyu put the dagger into the sheath as if nothing had happened, put it in his arms, looked at the gloomy sky outside the house with a bleak expression, and said leisurely: "Today's north wind is so noisy..."

A woman who is recovering from injuries actually carries a sharp weapon with her, either a lunatic or a ruthless person.

Before he had no strength, Gu Qing could not afford to offend him, whether he was a lunatic or a ruthless person.

So Gu Qing stood up obediently and bowed.
Chapter completed!