Since the tax collectors all call you "Sir", it is always right to call yourself "Sir".

"Well, you are very responsible." Ximen Qing looked at the tax collector who had passed out, picked up the official letter from the ground, and stuffed it into the soldier's hand: "I will give you tea as a reward."

"Thank you, sir!"

"Let's go, let's go into the city!" Ximen Qing touched the thunder stone on his waist and ordered loudly.

Bursts of cheers suddenly erupted from the people watching around.

"Well played!"

“It’s so enjoyable!”

"Which yamen master is this? He is really in our early days!"

"I want to whip this guy every time I come here, thank you sir!"

Ximen Qing jumped on his horse, waved to the people, and led the wine team away.

Listening to these words of the people and seeing the excitement of the crowd, the soldiers suddenly felt that they had done a lot of bad things under the tax collector.

Naturally, the two soldiers holding the tax collector released their hands, allowing the unconscious tax collector to slump to the ground, and returned to his post at the city gate without caring.

At this time, of course it is better to stay as far away from the target that the people hate as possible.

When the common people entering and exiting the city gate passed by the fat body on the ground, they lined up in an orderly manner to spit on the tax collector.

Seeing this scene, the soldiers were very glad that they had just made the right move.

"Brother, you did a great job." He gave a thumbs up when he heard the sign.

Ximen Qing shook his head with a smile and said: "There are countless officials in the country who are like the sand of the Yellow River. I am just doing it casually. It is difficult to solve the problem fundamentally."

Sun Erniang laughed after hearing this and said: "I don't understand the truth. If someone like this comes to my shop, I will kill them one by one."

"This kind of thing is naturally easy to deal with, but it's rotten at the root." Ximen Qing shook the towering inner city palace in the distance with his riding crop: "We will try our best to do it."

Wu Song was silent after hearing this, and then said after a while: "If I had known this, it would be better to have fun on Liangshan Mountain."

"Liangshan and Liangshan are not at peace." Ximen Qing reminded Wu Songdao: "As long as you have a heart, where can you be without Liangshan?"

"As long as you have a heart, where can you go?"

Wu Song repeated these words three or five times in his heart, and his eyes suddenly glowed with enthusiasm: "Brother said it well! As long as this heart is still there, whether it is Bianliang in Tokyo or other places, it will be Liangshan!"

Ximen Qing laughed heartily and turned to ask the fortune teller Jiang Jing: "Mr. Jiang, I wonder where we will stay tonight?"

Jiang Jing listened to Ximen Qing and Wu Song. Sun Erniang's voice was loud and she smiled bitterly and said: "My boss, this is not Qinghe County. Some things should be said behind closed doors."

"Go to the south of the city. There are good inns in Tianshui Lane that you are familiar with. To the west is Daxiangguo Temple, which has a quiet environment."

Romantic Prince Ximen Qing:

Chapter 199: Slap in the face again: Slap in the face:
Chapter completed!