The next morning, just dawn, Tang Bohu walked towards the old Master's house with a pot of daughter, and opened the door. There was a vegetable garden in front of the old Master's house, and life was quite hard. It is said that this old Master was a failed scholar. As a scholar, he had fame and fame. Since then, he has been teaching children here and watering the next generation of the Ming Dynasty with his heart.

"Student, Tang Yin apologizes to Master." Tang Bohu put his daughter Hong on the table and saluted the Master.

"It's okay, it's okay!" The old master sighed: "Tang Bohu, you are a smart person! Your path will definitely be longer than being a teacher in the future. If one day you enter the officialdom, you must remember it, remember the people in your heart, and remember the more piece of meat in your job."

"Students remember!"

Mr. Chen is a revengeful person, a poor scholar who is depressed and unsuccessful. This can be seen from yesterday's couple, which implies the storm of the officialdom, not for the people, but for himself. Thinking about what I heard in Chunlou yesterday, this world is not too bad, but it is not very good. Although the people cannot eat enough, they cannot starve to death.

When the sun rose completely from the other end of the world, students walked into the school under the blue sky.

Tang Bohu was lying on the desk and was about to take a break when Xu Peng leaped over in messy clothes and shouted: "Brother Tang, I was beaten up!"

"Oh!" Tang Bohu responded weakly.

"I was beaten up!" The little fat man Xu Pengju raised his tone in three points.

Tang Bohu buried his head on the table, and he looked back at the embarrassed little fat man and muttered: "Where are your guards? Who dares to beat you up? Didn't you claim your name?"

"I'll report!" Xu Pengju said loudly, "It doesn't work! Then the grandson said that even if it's the King of Heaven, he would still beat him up!"

"I've turned against him." Zhu Zhishan also cursed angrily: "Who is the grandson?"

"I heard that he seemed to be the son of an imperial envoy!" Xu Pengju recalled: "I don't care, I can't remember it anymore, you can help me beat it back."

Zhu Zhishan is eager to try and has the urge to avenge his future thighs.

"You are the son of Duke of Wei. If you can come to Suzhou City, you should have some friendship with local officials in Suzhou." Tang Bohu rolled his eyes and a bad idea came into being.

Xu Pengju nodded in a stupid and cute way.

"That's easy!" Tang Bohu stood up and took the people, and the first action of the small bully team in Suzhou City began.

The two sides agreed to decide the winner in an uninhabited alley in Suzhou City. Tang Bohu took Zhu Zhishan and Wen Zhengming to see dozens of gangsters getting closer and closer from afar.

Seeing the other party's posture, seeing that he had only three scholars who were powerless, Zhu Zhishan asked Tang Bohu without any confidence and said, "Brother Tang, do you think this fat man Xu can call someone and will he sell us?"

"Why did you find so many soft-shelled shrimps? What about the little fat man?" The person in the lead said, looking about twenty years old, and his clothes were very particular, looking like a wealthy family.

"You dare to beat the grandson of the current Duke of Wei? Are you not afraid of losing your life?" Although the number of people is at a disadvantage, Tang Bohu's momentum is not inferior to the other party.

"Haha! The grandson of Duke Wei? My father is the imperial envoy appointed by the emperor! Let me tell you, even if the king of heaven comes, I will beat you up!"

The other party pointed at Tang Bohu's nose and said, Zhu Zhishan quietly picked up a big stone from the ground while the person was not paying attention and hid it behind him...

Tang Bohu had a smile of conspiracy on his face, and he took the initiative and shouted loudly: "Take it!"

Wen Zhengming kicked the other party's crotch, and Zhu Zhishan responded with a sound and a stone hit the other party's forehead, and blood immediately flowed down.

"Bow them to death!"

The other party also aroused the murderous intention, and the two young people immediately fought together. There were many people, and Tang Bohu and the other two could not hold back so many fists, so they had to protect their heads.

"Stop it all!"

With a angrily shout, he looked up and saw that more than a dozen officers and soldiers had already surrounded the place. The prefect, wearing the prefect's uniform, walked step by step. Behind him, Xu Pengju, who had just gone to carry the reinforcements, and the eyes of Tang Bohu were met. The few people smiled in a sympathetic way.

Looking at the messy scene, the prefect shouted loudly: "Take them all!"

A group of people was quelled under the suppression of the government. A group of people were taken to the government office. The prefect was a middle-aged man with a rich and slightly fat appearance.

"Why are you fighting privately in the city? Are you still in your eyes? "The prefect made a decision to curse.

"They did it first!" The fat little fat man Xu Pengju turned his mind and asked the evil one to complain first. In fact, it was Tang Bohu and the others who took it first.

"Mr. Xu, can you let the officials investigate the case well?" The prefect was a little afraid of the little disaster in front of him.

The magistrate's ruling master knew the identities of several people and said something to his family. After a few comments, the prefect looked in trouble. The situation in front of him was difficult to deal with! One was the grandson of Duke Wei's most beloved, and the other was the only son of Li Jian, the imperial envoy who was appointed by the emperor, who was sent to Suzhou and Hangzhou to build the West Lake River Embankment. Neither of the troops on both sides were easy to mess with.

Tang Bohu bowed and said loudly, "Caomin told this person... Uh? What's your name?"

"Li Fang is the son of the current imperial envoy Li Jian!" the other party replied.

"Oh, okay!" Tang Bohu replied, "Caomin Tang Yin, the son of the imperial envoy Li Jian, Li Fang intends to rebel!"

If you don’t say anything, you will never stop until you die! After these words are finished, the whole hall is silent!

"Puff! Cough cough cough..." The prefect who had just taken a sip of tea was so shocked that he choked on his throat with a mouthful of water.

"Rebellion? Tang Yin! You fart, you swear!" Li Fang covered the wound on his forehead and cursed angrily.

Listening to the other party's quibbling, Tang Bohu smiled confidently and continued, "This person is so ruthless. I will beat you up even if you come! Yes, right!"

Li Fang was not willing to be outdone: "I said, what's wrong......"

Then his face turned darker, and even the slowest person came back to the smell.

The yamen was silent, echoing the voice of Tang Bohu.

"It seems like this, I heard it too!" Xu Pengju touched his chin and thought, then his brain exploded, and the king of heaven was still beating him. This person didn't even take the current emperor seriously. What he meant was that even if the emperor came, he would be able to find a beating. He took a breath, and Mr. Xu also took Tang Yin's words and said, "What a traitor! Where do you place Your Majesty today!"

The prefect sitting in the hall also nodded, as if that was the case.

"I..." Li Fang really lost his temper this time. This is a hat that will implicate the Nine Clans...
Chapter completed!