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"I haven't found anything after so many days of investigation, Zhao Yushi, you can't count on it!"

"We can only help these villagers if they open their mouths. If you believe me, let's go on and burn the wheat!"

This young lady's nonsense also had a surprising effect, and the dozen or so guards all nodded emphatically.

"This subordinate will follow you!"

The chicken fat from yesterday's stewed chicken was poured on the edge of the wheat field, and as soon as the fire was put down, the pitch-black smoke suddenly rose. In Changping's gloomy expression, several farmers ran away, slapping their thighs and crying for their parents. come out.

"Sin!!"

Chapter 682. Chemotherapy

What happened to the ghosts of the later generations when they entered the village, this time Changping entered the village. In one afternoon, six pigs and five sheep were shot, and more than ten acres of wheat were burned. As expected, the whole None of the means of production in the village belonged to the villagers, and none of them belonged to Zhang Yuanwai’s family in Zhangzhuang who didn’t know there, and Zhang Yuanwai’s son was also the head of the hundred households of the County Public Security Bureau. It was a typical case of evil forces colluding with the government to do evil.

It is similar to what Zheng Hui, a reporter stationed in Zhengcheng County, exposed a while ago, but it is only the tip of the iceberg.

There are more dark evils to be received!

"These are sent to the capital, enough for the surname Yang to drink a pot with a few corrupt officials!"

Recorded a thick notebook, clapping her little hands, Chiyohime said excitedly, who knew that Changping, who was sitting under the grape trellis in the yard again, shook his head heavily.

"These can't move Zhengcheng County!"

"These are bloody and ironclad evidence. The physical evidence that was asked in the afternoon alone killed seven or eight people. That Zhang Baihu is enough to lose a few heads, isn't it enough?"

"These are the one-sided opinions of the villagers. If you want to talk about one-sided opinions, the gentry will always have a louder voice than ordinary people! Besides, they are afraid that these local tyrants will die. When the time comes to investigate and turn back, we will be wronged!"

Speaking of this, Chang Ping's voice couldn't help but pause for a moment. This is the inertial thinking she brought out from the palace. After all, Chongzhen was bullied miserably by letting the nobles put their heads on their backs to the sky by her father, but this time, it was Hundreds of thousands of ordinary people and readers in the capital, the overwhelmed gentry did not dare to say a word, the spectacular scene is still exciting in retrospect.

If you use word of mouth and public opinion?

After weighing it, Chang Ping put out his thoughts again, and stretched out his small hand to greet the chief guard.

"Lieutenant He, let's go and inform the villagers in a while, let us burn the fields in the afternoon, kill pigs and sheep, all come to collect money, remember, let them line up at the door, come in one by one!"

"Chiyo, take the silver!"

"Oh!"

With a promise, the chief guard went out, and Chiyohime also followed in a daze, but after taking two steps, she suddenly stopped in astonishment, and said to herself sadly: "The pig is Miss Changping." Damn it, why did I pay the money?"

It's a pity that Chiyo-chan's resistance was useless. After a while, a long queue formed outside. She shivered and put a pack of small penis made by Westerners on the table. On the other end, Chang Ping put her reporter He changed into shirts, skirts and pantyhose, and put on the reporter's cap energetically, and immediately shouted loudly.

"First!"

The one at the front is the unlucky village woman who was the first to be beaten by a pig in Changping. As expected, she didn't let this girl pee. After only one day, she was afraid of regretting it. As soon as she came in, she waved her hands tremblingly. : "Well, what I said during the day is all made up, the land belongs to our own family, and the pig also belongs to our own family!"

"Hi, how are you?"

Her cheeks were bulging out of anger, and Chiyohime slapped the table and wanted to stand up and shout, but Changping raised her arm and pressed her chest back and pushed her back.

"Your own pig?"

"Well, yes, isn't Missy going to lose money? Just pay me!"

Just like a chicken pecking at a worm, the old peasant woman forced an ugly smile on her simple and honest face, almost pasting the table. Who knew that the pen was brushing and writing, and Chang Ping's tone changed slowly.

"What proof do you have that the pig is yours?"

"It's raised in our pen!"

With a confused look on her face, the old peasant woman spoke confidently, who knows, Chang Ping hummed confidently even with her pretty white eyes.

"The pigs raised in your pen are yours? If I take the pigs back to the yard, will they still say they belong to me? Who knows if you stole them!"

"Forehead"

It's really unreasonable, the old peasant woman who choked on a word was almost out of breath, and after a long time, she shouted angrily: "The ones raised by my family since childhood, why don't they belong to my family!"

"Oh! Where did the piglets come from?"

In the heart of the old woman, Chang Ping's brush brushed the notes, without raising her head, she asked slowly.

"Little pig, I bought it at the little pig market!"

"Who did you buy it from, which market?"

"That's right, it's at the market in Erlizhuang. I bought it from Zhang Er, the prodigal son who sells livestock!"

"What does Zhang Er's prodigal son look like, and where does he live?"

This is probably true, and the old peasant woman said it quickly.

"Zhang Erlangzi's family lives in Erlizhuang. He has a broad face, buck teeth, a mustache and a mouse chin. He wears a jacket all the year round and only wears a ragged padded jacket every three or nine days. Everyone knows him! Everyone knows him!"

"Okay, let's get the money with your fingerprint here!"

The old woman was very happy when she mentioned the silver, but she was dumbfounded when she heard the fingerprints, and asked anxiously: "Well, why is the fingerprints still being pressed? Press your fingerprint!"

"Why do you press your fingerprints?"

Xiaozui pouted arrogantly, and in Qiandaiji's eyes, Changping hummed carelessly: "We are reporters from the capital, and we have to be reimbursed after eating and staying in the store. Do you know the reimbursement? Take the voucher and go back to get it." Money! You mean we bought pigs to improve our lives, but if you don’t press your fingerprints, how can I get reimbursed when I go back?”

"Press or not? Leave if you don't, Miss Ben is very busy!"

"Ah? Press! Press!"

The temptation of money is too great, if there is no money to pay to the Zhang family, maybe my family will go hungry, and the peasants at this time are also simple, listening to Chang Ping's explanation, she nodded in a hurry, it's all right now It was done, and before she could do anything, the chief guard who was tired of Chang Ping directly grabbed her rough old hand, covered it with inkpad and stamped it with a red handprint.

"Hey, a pig is two silver coins, if there are too many, don't look for it, go down!"

Depressed, Chiyohime threw out the photo stickers of the two French kings, Edward the Long Legs, and immediately slapped them.

Thank you so much. While bowing, the old peasant woman walked out the door full of excitement, just like running for her life. Who knew that before she walked out, Chang Ping's slow words almost made her fall Gnaw Xiang.

"Lieutenant He, remember to report the situation of this old woman to the government police. Zhao Qianhu in Nanyang is an old subordinate of the husband. Let him check it out. Isn't Shanxi short of slaves who are dying to dig mines? If she lies, just sit The whole family will be sent to Shanxi to dig coal!"

Almost crying, the old peasant woman came back in two steps at a time, and the two long-legged Edward quickly threw them back on the table, waving their hands and saying: "No need to pay! No need to pay, that pig, little People are filial to the eldest lady! No need to pay!"

Looking up at her in surprise, what Chang Ping said next made her almost lose her breath.

"I'm guilty! Captain He, I'll send the old woman's confession to the government police in a short while, and ask Zhao Qianhu to check it out. If you dare to lie to me, go to Shanxi to dig coal!"

With a wave of Chang Ping's little hand, the old peasant woman really wanted to burst into tears. She almost stared at her like a cannibal for a few seconds, and then grabbed two silver coins like a robber. In a blink of an eye, he ran away without a trace.

Coal digging in Shanxi is another story. If we don’t pay for the pigs in Zhangzhuang, we will starve to death this year!