"That's right, can you not be fat if you touch Shen Jun's fairy aura?"

Everyone was talking and talking happily.

The middle-aged man couldn't understand after listening for a while.

I only know that He Yin has a new county magistrate who came to He Yin to take office last year. He was very young, handsome and beautiful, and had no airs of a high-ranking official. If you were lucky enough to go to Fu Gu, you might see Shen Jun himself. The changes in He Yin this year are the result of Shen Jun and the hard work of the people under Shen Jun.

The middle-aged man even saw an old woman with hair wrapped around her hair and rolled down her turbid tears. She whimpered, bowed in a certain direction and bowed again and again, and the others were also infected.

Middle-aged man: "…"

He still didn't understand why.

Follow this road that is smoother and more comfortable than the best official road, and keep walking down. The villages along the road are similar. Every household is busy with farming and preparing for autumn harvest. The faces are full of smiles, the steps are windy, and the clothes are clean.

A dozen people encountered two or three patches. Even if they were patched, there were not many patches. They were completely different from the old clothes with patches everywhere on him. The people here are simple and welcoming. There are always those common people who would stuff him a pancake when they see him thin and tired, and when they see the old mule dry and thin, they would stuff him a half pancake.

By the way, I kindly gave him the way.

When he walked to dusk, he was worried about finding a stone bridge to sleep, so some common people warmly invited him to his house. Although the house was not big and there was only one room, he could sleep in the yard, which was safer than sleeping in the wild overnight.

The middle-aged man hesitated and agreed.

He was stuffed with a bowl of warm water by the owner.

The middle-aged man finally couldn't help it.

"Drink it on a boil, alas, how much firewood is needed..."

The owner said: "If you don't boil it, you will be fined."

The middle-aged man vaguely remembered that the tea shop assistant said this, but for a while, he was speechless for a long time. It is so difficult for ordinary people to drink clean water. You should know that in the years of drought, even a sip of turbid mud water cannot be drunk.

What's the foundation...

Do you have to burn water?

The middle-aged man couldn't help but express his doubts, and the owner laughed: "This is our Shen Jun heard from the gods, saying that the water that didn't burn is so irritating. If you drink it, you will get sick if you don't have that good health..."

The orders of the head office are enforced.

If you catch it once, twice, three times, you will be fined.

If there is a fourth time...

Haha, drive out He Yin directly.

Common people are not afraid of anything else, they are afraid of being driven out.

They also know that being able to stay in Heyin was accumulating blessings in their previous life, eating and dressing, working, and planting land. Even gods did not have such beautiful days.

In addition, the Fugu Office is willing to purchase charcoal from each company at a relatively high price, so everyone is willing to troubleshoot some hot water before drinking. Not only do they drink hot water, they will also gather together to raise raccoon slaves to catch mice.

If the raccoon catches mice, there will be a reward.

The raccoon slaves in their village won three pounds of pork, two big fish, and one cloth with their ability to catch mice!

Middle-aged men were fascinated by the hearing.

I even had the idea of ​​leaving my hometown and moving here.

The master knew that the middle-aged man had this idea and kept muttering to him. The core idea that he had to repeat was - "Jun Shen, he is a good person and a good official!"

Follow Shen Jun to have a full stomach!

On the second day, the middle-aged man took an old mule who had a good rest on the road, and his experience along the road was quite similar to yesterday.

No, there is one thing that is still different.

Old mules were fed more.

After asking, I found out that Shen Jun’s mount was a beautiful mule with snow-white and no hair. It is said that there is another name called motorcycle. The common people in Heyin gradually loved the house and the black and developed a bit of preference for mules. Although they still have to work, their food and treatment can be much higher than before.

The old mule was so thin that it was visible in its ribs. It was shaking when walking, which made the common people feel pity and couldn't help but feed it.

I walked around and finally arrived at the nearby market.

Each market has a charcoal collection point set up by the official office.

When asked, the price was indeed more expensive than his hometown.

In addition to the charcoal they saved, there were straw sandals and woven bamboo baskets. They sat on the side of the road and sold them for a long time.

At this time, a man asked about the price and left a bamboo stick as if it had been paid. He was so angry that he grabbed the man's hand, clenched his fists and wanted to hit him. He scared the nearby stall owners to riot, passers-by avoided, and the thief who was caught was furious.

"What are you doing? What are you doing? What are you trying to catch me?"

"You steal my stuff!" The middle-aged man's eyes were red with anger, and a big man almost cried on the spot.

Passers-by and stall owners watched the fun and gathered around.

Finally, the market clerk was alarmed.

The clerk came over to ask what was going on.

The thief said angrily: "How did I know? He was crazy!"

The middle-aged man held the bamboo stick and said angrily: "He, if he throws this thing down, he will steal my stuff..."

Everyone: "..."

Market clerk: "..."

I immediately understood what was going on.

The market clerk pressed the veins that were pounding wildly on his forehead and said angrily: "I don't know that these notes can't be paid to foreigners?"

The "thief" was scolded so hard that he dared not speak out.

He took back his bamboo stick from the middle-aged man, threw a copper coin back, and muttered, "Don't you know he's from another place?" The market officials called him to watch the fun and "split up". Only the middle-aged man was at a loss.

Why don't you catch that thief?

At this time, the stall owner next door asked with a smile.

"Are you from other places?"

The middle-aged man nodded.

The wet eyes had not yet faded, and I wiped tears with the back of my hands with aggrievedly. There was not much money, but they were all the lifeblood of the family.

Who robbed him on the street?

Why didn’t Shen Jun cure these crazy people?

The stall owner smiled and said, "Oh, it's common. If you don't want those notes, just tell them that you came from a foreign country. If you come to me a few more times, I will understand. I am also from a foreign country to do business. The first time I'm the same as you. Hey, don't panic, don't hurry."

Middle-aged man: "…"

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hi?(.????.)?

My little boys, you guys, please give me a monthly ticket???

Alas, the Kryptonian party is very rampant.
Chapter completed!