“Troubled times…”

Yu Yang took a deep breath and began to review the files and documents.

For him, governing the city and appeaseing the people was much more difficult than fighting on the battlefield. Opening warehouses and releasing grain was just one of them, but it was already extremely troublesome.

The resettlement of the chaotic army, the replacement of yamen runners, the stockpiling of merchants, the wealthy families who make friends with bandits, and the gangsters who take advantage of the situation...

One by one, it is a headache for veterans who have been in office for many years.

But Yang Yu did not refuse. On the contrary, he refused to recommend himself by many poor scholars in the city and dealt with him personally.

First, he did not trust these people, and secondly, he also wanted to try to practice his "precepts and precepts".

After the heavy snow that night, the sky cleared up. Although it was still cold, it was not difficult to go out.

Gradually, Yanzhou City has regained its vitality, no longer as deserted as a city before, and all kinds of vendors and shops have begun to operate, and there is still a bit of lively scene.

This is what the disciples of Wanxiang Mountain saw quickly, coming through the ruins still filled with smoke. They were led by Qi Wensheng.

"Uncle Master, he really captured Yanzhou City, and..."

Qi Wensheng's eyes were a little dazed.

The scene in front of you overlaps with the flesh-and-blood battlefield outside the city, and together they illustrate one thing, Yanzhou City has changed hands again!

With tens of thousands of troops, Yan Dongjun, who once pointed directly at the Northwest Daocheng, even called himself the "King of Yan", was defeated in such a short time.

Moreover, there is very likely only one person!

"this……"

The Confucian scholars looked at each other.

When they received the letter, they were skeptical, but even if they believed it, they thought that Yanzhou City was already ruined at this time, but they did not expect that the order had been restored.

"Walk!"

Qi Wensheng reacted the fastest, even though he was still shocked, he knew what he should do at this time.

Shortly after reporting the report, he met his uncle again, but was outside the inner yard, among the crowded crowd.

In the solemn and transparent lobby, Yang Yu sat upright, and two rows of yamen runners lined up in sequence below.

"Is this a trial?!"

Qi Wensheng was stunned, and the other Confucian scholars also looked strange.

But as the prisoners were arraigned, sentenced or released, the expressions of the crowd changed a little. This uncle, who was just a martial artist in their eyes, was really judging the case in a stern manner.

And it is not an unorganized random judgment...

only……

Looking at the little master who shot down the arbor and sentenced everyone to everyone, Qi Wensheng was confused:
Chapter completed!