Start with detective Li Yuanfang

"Not only is the Xunyang River in chaos, but all the heroes in Jiangxi have lost their foothold!"

Mu Hong and Mu Chun spoke with a Jiangxi accent and complained deeply.

In the original book, there are three tyrants in Jieyang, Jiangzhou, Li Jun and Li Li are the leaders on Jieyang Ridge, Zhang Heng and Zhang Shun are the leaders in Xunyang River, and Mu Hong and Mu Chun are in Jieyang Town.

These two brothers run rampant in the town, they are more arrogant than the government, and even the head of the yamen is under its control. The two also directly stipulated that if outsiders want to make a living in the town, they must first pay homage to the Mu Family Village , with the permission of the two brothers, is a standard local tyrant.

Now there is no such good thing, because Zhao Ji moved the capital to Jinling, and after Gao Qiu pardoned and resigned, he knew that the people in the Central Plains were lost, so he gave up his plan to return to Bianliang, so naturally he had to work hard to manage the south.

"In the land of Xiangyang, led by the hero Guo Kang, the rebel army killed the landlords and punished the bureaucrats. They quickly became powerful, and now they have [-] people under their command. They even trained sailors, causing the court to be shocked!"

"In order to curry favor with the foolish emperor, that dog official in He Zhizhong ordered a strict investigation of various places in the south. Officials from all over the place took the opportunity to make a fortune. My brothers and I were originally good citizens, but we were cornered by the officers and soldiers, and even our family property was confiscated!"

Hearing the tragic experience of Mu Hong and Mu Chun, Wang Ying, who had the most stable foundation, slapped the table: "It's unreasonable. I didn't expect the south to be so chaotic. To tell you the truth, if it wasn't for the government's persecution, I would be a good citizen!"

Sitting on Wang Ying's hands, a man with a sultry face and a fierce look said in a low voice, "I think this Zhao Song Jiangshan will die soon!"

This person's name is Bao Xu, and he had to kill people all his life, and it was Wang Ying who recruited him not long ago, when he said this, Wang Ying agreed, but Song Jiang, who was sitting in the middle, suddenly changed color, and said sharply: "Brother Bao Xu, be careful! "

Bao Xu wanted to say something else, but Zhang Qing and Sun Erniang looked over coldly. Thinking of the couple's business, he immediately shut his mouth in fear.

Song Jiang sighed, and his voice softened: "Nowadays, the world is in chaos. It's true that the court is unclear, and treacherous officials are closed, but what is it like to subjugate the country?"

"The Liao people have retreated, and the western thieves have no power to continue. When the western army that can conquer and fight well returns, it must be Li Ting to sweep the caves and quell the flames of war everywhere. At that time, the country of the Song Dynasty will still be stable!"

"You are all upright and good men, and good ladies who don't give up to women. Since you respect me as a brother, you should listen to Brother Yu's words. Only by contributing to the country can you have a future. Some angry words must never be said!"

These words were spoken in a sincere tone and full of emotion, and everyone was moved and somewhat infected.

What Song Jiang said is not unreasonable. Although the prestige of Zhao Song's more than one hundred years of rule has fallen to the bottom, even though the imperial army in the Beijing camp is dead, the northern army is dead, and the Xiang army in various places in the south of the Yangtze River is even more vulnerable, but as long as the regular The elite Western Army exists, but the rebels who raised their troops today are still mobs, and it is difficult to achieve great things...

Thinking of this, Mu Hong and Mu Chun felt a little annoyed. They used to be far away from the emperor, but now they couldn't get along in their hometown. They wished that the imperial court would collapse and the world would be in chaos.

Zhang Qing, Sun Erniang, and Wang Ying looked at each other with complicated expressions. Sun Yuan, who brought them to Shandong, was behind Zhang Xian, one of the current rebels, in order to seek the land of Shandong. They get along with each other, but they are overwhelmed by Song Jiang's charm, and they are caught between the two sides for a while, but they are in a dilemma.

Bao Xu is the most straightforward, he enjoys the feeling of being in charge of other people's life and death, and his own martial arts skills are not to the point of rampant, so he still has to be with famous heroes to have the chance to kill people in a fair and honest manner.

Song Jiang had a panoramic view of all this, picked up the teacup, and savored leisurely.

The times make heroes, the more chaotic the world is now, the more he can show the value of devotion to his duty and serving the country with all his strength, and his own martial arts ability is mediocre, but as long as he leads the hero who is greedy for money and kills, and commits inhumane things to the right path, he will also be a hero. With immeasurable merits and virtues, you will surely have a bright future and a glorious ancestor.

"The emperor can show his heart, my chance has come!"

Seeing more and more capable people around him, Song Jiang's fighting spirit became more and more high-spirited. After reassuring everyone again, he came to the main hall, visited his father, and said casually: "I want to entertain friends, and I need my father's support for money... ..."

Father Song looked at his son, hesitant to speak.

The three generations of the Song family were servants. After accumulating wealth, they bought land and participated in business. Now that they own such a large manor, they are naturally quite rich. Song Jiang's expenses during this period are nothing.

What really worried Father Song was his son's attitude.

From rejection to shame, from shame to numbness, and finally turned into today's calm asking for money.

Those idlers on the street, the prodigals, are often like this, and the people Song Jiang is befriending now are really not like good people...

"Sanlang, come here, I have something to say to you for my father!"

Father Song felt that he couldn't bear it any longer and put on a sincere gesture.

Song Jiang was extremely filial, and immediately put aside the important matters in his mind, and stepped forward respectfully: "My child listens to my father's teachings!"

Song's father was about to dissect him, when suddenly there were hurried footsteps outside, and then Song Qing shouted: "Father!! Brother!!"

Song Jiang's face changed slightly, he had a bad feeling, and Song's father also looked down: "Qing'er came in, what happened?"

Song Qing came in, and said eagerly: "The county government sent someone to send an urgent report that the magistrate of Han County was killed, and the director of the time ordered my brother to go there!"

When Father Song heard the first half of the sentence, he wanted Song Jiang not to stand out rashly, but when the second half of the sentence came out, he had no choice but to say: "Sanlang, go quickly, be careful!"

Song Jiang saluted and said: "Wait for the son to come back, and then listen to the teachings of the father!"

He walked out of the house quickly, the servant had already brought the fast horse, Song Qing also followed behind, Song Jiang frowned: "Why are you following?"

Song Qingdao: "The death of the magistrate is a major event. In case the thieves are cruel, I am also proficient in sticks, so I can help my brother!"

Song Jiang naturally knew how good his younger brother's stick was, so he immediately shook his head and said, "Stop messing around, not to mention that you are still young and no stronger than me, even if you need a son to take care of your father at home, you stay here and don't move around! "

Song Qingyang stayed behind, and Song Jiang wanted to go to another courtyard and bring the heroes with him, but the appearance and temperament of the six people might make the officers and soldiers itch, so he hesitated for a while, and went on the road alone.

"Why didn't you bring out a hero by your side who can make people not misunderstand?"

Sighing a little, Song Jiang rushed to the Yamen and found that it was already a mess inside.

The killing of a county magistrate in a place is really a sensational thing in peaceful times, even in this period, it makes people panic.

As soon as the county magistrate died, Shi Wenbin, who was already very prestigious in the yamen, immediately took over the power. At this time, he was surrounded by a group of officials and gave orders.

Seeing Song Jiang approaching, he yelled coldly from a distance: "Song Yasi, why are you so slack, quickly fetch the documents of the criminal department, I want to check!"

Song Jiang secretly said that it was dangerous, and he cupped his hands and said: "Please wait a moment, the master, the humble official will go get it immediately!"

When he quickly handed in the completed documents, Shi Wenbin saw a bit of disappointment on his brows, and his heart froze: "This person hates me because of the Juyi Order..."

Shi Wenbin really hated him. He admired this young man at first, so he lent out the precious Juyi Token, and told him to return it immediately after using it. Unexpectedly, the other party lost it directly. Flipping through the pages, he snorted coldly and said, "Song Yasi has always worked hard without complaint, and he doesn't divide his work into extras. That's why... together with Deng Dutou, let's arrest the murderer!"

Song Jiang is a prison officer who has not been on duty for a long time. It should not be his turn to track down the murderer, but he has been ordered to do so obediently: "Yes!"

When Wenbin, who was deliberately making things difficult, left, Deng Dutou did not make things difficult for Song Jiang, and went to investigate the case with a bitter face.

And following behind him, a young man with slightly red eyes smiled at Song Jiang.

Who is Song Jiang, even if he is a stranger on the street, as long as he likes someone, he will walk over and have a conversation. Gongming, who is in charge of the post, I don't know who your brother is?"

The red-eyed man cupped his fists and said: "Deng Fei, originally from Xiangyang, escaped disaster and took refuge with his clan brother. Just now I saw that the chief is not arrogant or humble, but I admire him!"

Song Jiang invited Deng Fei to sit aside, offered the wine he specially kept in the yamen, and said with a smile: "It turns out that he is Deng Dutou's brother. He is really a good-looking talent. With Brother Deng's help, the murderer will definitely not be able to escape... "

After Deng Fei drank the wine, he looked refreshed, and the chatterbox opened up: "Song Yasi praised too much, but I have a clue about the thief who killed the county magistrate, and it was Liang Shanbo who did it!"

Song Jiang's complexion changed: "This statement is true, what evidence is there?"

Deng Fei shook his head: "There is no real evidence, but the officials killed in the prefectures and counties of Shandong recently are not limited to Han Zhixian, but no one has been found out. Even in Yingtian Mansion, corrupt officials were killed, which attracted the applause of the people. It's nothing! Except Liang Shanbo, who has the ability, and who will do this?"

"Did they do this to..."

Song Jiang thought that the magistrate of Yuncheng County was indeed a well-known greedy person, and he was the most harsh to the people in the county. Officials at all levels should obediently offer bribes, otherwise they will be targeted.

It is not a pity for such a person to die, but if Liangshan repeatedly eliminates such corrupt officials and attracts the hearts of the people, what he will do next will be quite terrible...

Deng Fei expressed his worries: "Liang Shanbo is domineering, many rules are stricter than the imperial court, and now he is directly killing officials, I am afraid that it is not far from raising the flag to rebel!"

Song Jiang's face suddenly turned ugly.

As he has seen and heard, Liang Shanbo's power in Shandong is really echoed by everyone. The Juyi order issued by the officials is regarded as a treasure. It's really the opposite, the current crisis of the imperial court is bound to get worse!
However, Song Jiang did not waver, and still firmly said: "Brother Deng, don't worry, just like Gao Qingtian was wronged by treacherous ministers, and he was able to get his revenge in the end and make it known to the world. The last name left in history must be our loyal and good people, and those Rebellious officials and thieves will be stigmatized forever!"

Deng Fei laughed and said, "I'm from Guan Pu, I don't have the opinion of Song Yasi, and I don't care about the reputation behind him, but now this murder happened in the Yamen, how should I solve it?"

Song Jiang was silent again.

He was not sure about going head-to-head with Liangshan, and he didn't dare to ask the government for help.

Because he was very skeptical that if he dared to reveal the matter, the government would not treat Liang Shan badly, but instead would take him down as a little prisoner who was talking nonsense and creating problems.

Deng Fei was obviously very unhappy with Liang Shan, but he also had similar concerns. Seeing Song Jiang walking like a wolf and sitting like a tiger, he somehow believed that he could stand out for all heroes: "If the secretary really has that courage , I can recommend someone to conspire for great things!"

If you were someone else, you should be cautious in your words and deeds when you meet by chance, but Song Jiang has always been unsuspecting: "Brother Deng, I do have the ability to set things right. If there are heroes, you must recommend them to me!"

Deng Fei reminded: "This person is a little different from ordinary people, Song Yasi has to think about it carefully!"

Song Jiang gave a determined look: "For the heart of the country, don't worry too much!"

Deng Fei nodded: "Okay! Please Song Yasi come with me!"

The two walked in the direction of the prison one after the other. Song Jiang didn't ask, but Deng Fei had a relationship with the capital and went all the way smoothly.

But as soon as he entered the prison, he heard a loud snoring sound, like thunder.

Song Jiang was refreshed, and stepped forward quickly, and saw a black thing lying on the head of the prison, and a closer look, he was a big naked man, with thick flesh like a black bear, and like an iron bull. The body is naughty, if it is not for the snoring sounding like thunder at this time, the skin color of the whole body, like Song Jiang's face, is a perfect cover at night.

Deng Fei introduced: "This man's name is Li Kui, who is from Yizhou. He was going to be dispatched to Jiangzhou because he killed his neighbor, but he was robbed by bandits on the way. , was pardoned by the county, promoted to the head of the prison, and entered this prison..."

Song Jiang looked at Li Kui carefully, and couldn't help but rejoice: "What a strong man! What a strong man! It is destined to meet thousands of miles away, but not face to face. Today, I can see two good men in succession. Could it be that I, Song Jiang, are blessed by heaven?"

Deng Fei smiled and said: "This is flattery, but we know Song Yasi, so we are congenial. I will wake up this black man!"

Song Jiang hurriedly stopped: "Don't be disturbed, I will stay here and wait for the strong man to wake up!"

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Father Song, who had been worried all night, had just slept for an hour when he learned that his son had returned and greeted him happily.

However, when he reached the gate, he could see two majestic and ferocious men standing on the left and right of Song Jiang from a distance, and then saw the six people who lived in the village happily greet him.

A total of eight "heroes" gathered: Zhang Qing, Sun Erniang, Wang Ying, Bao Xu, Mu Hong, Mu Chun, Deng Fei, and Li Kui.

Looking at Saburo who was surrounded by this group of people, Father Song was silent for a long time, and turned back into the house with deep worry.

My son has failed in school...