At this time, there were burning houses in the valley, hundreds of villagers and more than 30 soldiers sat around the ground and rested, waiting for some women and children to cook rice and minced meat to prepare for hunger.

The valley was filled with blood, and the dead bodies and heads were scattered all over the ground. There were many wounded bandits and the cry of women and children. The sky was covered with thick clouds, and the stars and moons were gone. There were also the roars and roars of wild beasts in the surrounding mountains, which were so frightened that dozens of war horses were neighing. Moreover, the county magistrate's face was gloomy and terrifying. Therefore, the breath in the entire valley was extremely depressing. At first, the soldiers who were still chatting and laughing happily did not dare to make loud noises.

Half an hour later, the food was ready one after another. Chen Xu ate a bowl of randomly and went to visit the guy who had been cut off again with depression. He found that although his complexion was still pale and in a coma, his breath was much more stable. It seemed that his life was saved.

Although he saved his life, he lost his life. This account was even harder to calculate. Fortunately, he was not the nephew of the county magistrate, otherwise Qin Shihuang would have been able to save his people in the world.

Several corpses in the room had been carried by several bandits and threw them outside, and the blood on the ground was also processed.

The two bandits lay on the ground in horror. Fang Kuan sat on a rough short couch, wearing armor and staring at the two bandits with their eyes like a knife.

"Tell me, why are you robbing taxes? Don't you know that this is a death sentence?"

"Sir, please spare me. We know that this is a death sentence, but... but... those young men said that as long as we rob the tax grain, then...and..."

"What then?" Fang Kuan shouted.

"Then we will get our household registration, and we can even... move... to Wancheng!" a bandit stuttered.

"Fart! How is that possible?" Fang Kuan kicked the bandits who were talking to the ground, "How many rich young men can make such a big spoil, unless he is the county magistrate..."

"Did one of the young men who caught you that day have a black birthmark on his forehead?" Chen Xu, who was standing next to him, suddenly asked.

"Yes, what Lord Lidian said is right. There were six young men on that day. Among them, the leader did have a black birthmark at the corner of his eyebrows. He also told me about the household registration matters he had in person!" The two bandits nodded repeatedly.

Chen Xu instantly knew it, and he was right, the robbery of tax grain was done by the bastard nephew of the Nanyang County Magistrate.

This is to kill me!

Chen Xu's heart was also waving, and he felt his soul start to burn.

"What people Chen Lidian knows?" Fang Kuan looked at Chen Xu with a frown.

Chen Xu nodded slightly, then continued to ask the two bandits: "Do you know the identities and names of these two people?"

"I don't know. Maybe Jiang Yan knows it, but he has been beaten to death!" The two bandits shook their heads together.

"That person makes a promise casually, and you will be willing to rob taxes on the crime of beheading?" Fang Kuan couldn't help asking.

"We can't do it. If we don't agree on that day, we will be taken to the county government office, and we will still be dead. Besides, we are no longer named and unborn in the mountains. We will be a black household for the rest of our lives, and our descendants can only be bandits. If we fight to the death and get a household registration, our descendants will have no worries anymore!" A bandit replied.

This sentence is fine, and it makes completely sense. Now that the Qin Dynasty unified the world, the society is becoming more and more stable, and when professions like bandits are becoming less and less marketable, if one day you are accidentally caught, there will be only one way to die.

"Tonight, I saw the two young men scolding you and waiting. What was the matter?" Fang Kuan asked again.

"Originally, the two young men just asked us to rob the tax grain and throw it into the river, but it was a pity for us to discard so much food. We even hijacked the villagers who were escorting them up the mountain, so we scolded us..."

Chen Xu couldn't help but sigh. It seemed that those playboys were not stupid, but they just found the wrong partner. These bandits were born in poverty and were tempted by hundreds of stones of food, which exposed their target and was beaten up in one fell swoop.

If these bandits had really just thrown their food into the river and fled back to the mountains, they would probably have fallen their heads.

Chen Xu was lucky and sweated coldly all over. Although the group of people had a good idea, it was a pity that they found a group of pig teammates.

This also confirms a sentence from later generations: Don’t be afraid of opponents like gods, but just fear of teammates like pigs.

Next, Fang Kuan asked a few more questions, and the two bandits were also unaware of it. Fang Kuan had to wave his hand and let the soldiers drag the two out, then looked at Chen Xu and said, "Chen Lidian, do you know what the young masters are from?"

"If I guess correctly, the culprit of the person who arranged to hijack the tax grain this time is the nephew of the Nanyang County Governor!" Chen Xu answered helplessly.

"What?" Fang Kuan's body shook and almost rolled down from the desk. His eyes stared at Chen Xu's face and said word by word: "Chen Xu, do you know the consequences of this?"

"Of course I know, but this is the fact. If the county magistrate doesn't believe it, he can wake up another unconscious guy and ask!"

"go!"

"Here~"

The young man who was soon chased by Yu Wuya and knocked out of the door was brought in by two soldiers and threw him on the ground.

"Crazy~"

A soldier poured a basin of cold water on the young man's head. After a while, the guy thrust his whole body slightly for a few times and slowly opened his eyes.

"You...you...yes..." Although this person was awakened by cold water, he was still dizzy and unable to figure out the situation.

Fang Kuan shook the armor on his body and lifted the young man up with a fierce look and said ferociously: "Who are you? Why do you want the gangsters to hijack taxes?"

"You... are you Fang Kuan, the county magistrate of Chi County?" The young man was stunned for a long time, perhaps slowly finding his chaotic soul, and suddenly spoke.

"Do you know me?" Fang Kuan was also stunned.

"Fang Kuan, I met you in Wancheng County Weifu's Mansion last year. I am Liang Wen, the son of the chief clerk of the Nanyang County Weifu. You dare to arrest me. Be careful that my father told the County Weifu to kill you..."

"Ba~" Fang Kuan slapped Liang Wen on the face, making him dizzy, and said with gritted teeth: "The son of a chief clerk has neither a lord nor an official, and he dares to speak wildly. You communicate with your companions about bandits robbing tax grains, and provide illegal military weapons and horsemen with sloppy. I blocked this matter on the spot and dared to speak wildly. Do you think I dare not kill you?"

Fang Kuan slapped the table as he spoke, and with a clang, he pulled out the bronze sword and pushed it against Liang Wen's neck. The cold blade stimulated Liang Wen to tremble.
Chapter completed!