I have a knife, I can kill monsters when I take it out of its sheath

After Ji Chen left, the person behind the screen came out, and it turned out to be Bo, the county government chief.

"Sir, is your attitude toward that scholar today..."

Zhu Bo didn't say anything further, but the meaning was already obvious. He was just a scholar, but he was also a demon slayer. Is it worth it?

The county magistrate sighed: "I am 45 years old this year. I have been in Fenglin Town for seven years. In two years, it will be spring again. It is also a three-year official relocation. If nothing happens, I will still stay in my original position and be promoted." Hopeless, trapped in this deserted town forever."

Lord Bo also looked indifferent. There was nothing he could do if he was granted an official position.

However, he was still a little confused and asked: "Do you think that this talented scholar will enter the top three in the spring of two years?"

Only by entering the top three will there be a chance to transfer them out of here in the future.

However, this is nothing short of fantasy.

In which year was the top three scholar in Chunwei not a disciple of a great Confucian scholar, let alone the top three scholar in a remote place, it was very difficult to pass the exam, and being a scholar was probably his end.

The county magistrate raised his eyes and looked out the window: "My plot is not with him, but with the person behind him. Once that person is restarted, I can hope to be transferred out of this place. Even if that person is not restarted, I will have no worries in being trapped in Maplewood Town for the rest of my life. As long as he is here, everything will be fine in Maplewood Town."

"You mean, Mr. Fang?" Zhu Bo was confused at first, and then surprised. Except for his husband, Mr. Fang, there seemed to be no one else behind Ji Chen.

The county magistrate nodded, "Exactly!"

Over the years, if it weren't for Mr. Fang, this small place in Maplewood Town would have been destroyed by the big demon countless times.

He looked out the window with deep eyes. He was only 45, and Mr. Fang was his only chance to leave this place, so he could only take a gamble.

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After Ji Chen walked out of the study, under the leadership of Ding Gongbo, he received an identity tag and clothes. As for the knife, he did not receive it. Pojun was enough.

The clothes of the yamen servant are gray tight-fitting black clothes with a white lining. The collar and cuffs are turned out in a circle, revealing the white lining. The clothes are made of high quality and can protect against ordinary swords.

These uniforms are all issued by the imperial court, and the imperial court is very generous in this regard.

Ji Chen got his waistband and two sets of clothes, but didn't change his clothes for the time being.

He inserted the horizontal knife into the belt around his waist, took the clothes and walked out of the warehouse.

After experiencing many battles, Ji Chen discovered a problem. Carrying a horizontal sword on his back would not be conducive to drawing the sword in a battle. Holding it in the hand or inserting it in the waist is the most conducive posture for drawing the sword.

There is a copper buckle on the waistband of the officer for hanging the scabbard, but Ji Chen felt that hanging the scabbard on his waist would be a hindrance during the battle, so he might as well hold it in his hand. In an emergency, he could just throw away the scabbard and swing the knife.

After coming out of the warehouse, I found that the county government office was deserted, with not even a single servant.

Ji Chen was a little confused. At this point, shouldn't all the yamen servants be on duty? They should be patrolling, and they should be standing guard!

"Where are the other government officials? Why are none of them seen?"

Ding Gongbo opened his mouth, but hesitated to speak.

Ji Chen said: "What happened, just tell me!"

With Ding Gongbo's explanation, Ji Chen understood the reason.

It was just that some people were dissatisfied with him. After all, he suddenly came by air without any warning. Many senior class leaders were dissatisfied and wanted to take advantage of him.

This is normal in the bureaucracy. People have managed to get through their qualifications, and when they are about to get ahead, a boss suddenly comes over, and no one is convinced by the replacement.

Although there are not many government officials in Fenglin Town Zaoban, only about twenty, they are also divided into several parties.

Ding Gongbo is a newcomer. He has been a government official for less than two years. He is marginalized because he does not know how to act and has no spare money to manage. He does all the dirty work. When it comes to making money, he is ignored by all parties. .

For nearly two years, he worked hard without complaining or showing any dissatisfaction. He worked conscientiously, serving tea and water, cleaning, wiping weapons, and serving every yamen servant.

This morning, as soon as the government officials arrived at the government office, they received news that Team Leader Zhao was missing. It was most likely that there was something wrong with the demon-slaying operation last night.

This is nothing, the bright land is full of monsters, and one or two people will die every day, but this time it is Team Leader Zhao's turn.

However, the county magistrate suddenly announced that the new team leader was not born from them, and there were already other candidates. This was the beginning of the scene.

Ding Gongbo didn't want to join in the trouble and took the initiative to greet Ji Chen at the door.

He wanted to take a gamble.

After hearing this, Ji Chen's face darkened. On the first day he took office, someone wanted to take advantage of him. If he couldn't even settle this matter, then he, the head of the class, could take the blame and resign.

"Come on, take me to see you."

In the Zaoban room, more than twenty yamen servants were sitting casually on chairs, putting their swords aside. Some were disheveled, some were yawning, some were drinking tea, some were taking a nap, and some were holding fried dough sticks and steamed buns and were eating them.

"I said, Boss Zhou, are you sure nothing will happen if we do this? I have heard that the new class leader was a demon slayer before, and his hands are dark!"

The speaker was a middle-aged man. He was a little worried. On the first day of his new boss's appointment, they would mess up. If the other party got aggressive, they might not be able to bear it.

The one he calls Boss Zhou is the oldest and most prestigious among the government officials. Except for Team Leader Zhao, he is the one who has the final say.

He has been coveting the position of squad leader for a long time. Although this position is not good enough, there is a lot of money in it.

Mr. Zhou picked up the teacup, gently blew the tea leaves floating on it, took a sip, put down the teacup and then said slowly:

"What are you afraid of? This is a government office, not a wasteland. The government office has its own rules. He still dares to kill people. He goes into the house to call people and goes to the temple to worship the gods. If he knows the signs, it's fine. If he doesn't, then call him He knows what the rules are!”

"boom!"

There was a loud noise, and the door to Zaoban's room was kicked open. Everyone in the room was startled and looked towards the door.

Ji Chen walked in with a horizontal knife, and Ding Gongbo followed him.

"Rules, that's just right. I also want to hear what the rules are in this yamen soap class."

Ji Chen's voice was so cold that the air in the room solidified.

Some people felt Ji Chen's oppressive aura, unconsciously put down the things in their hands and stood up.

There were also a few government officials who were still sitting there with their old gods around, fearless.

Among them was Lao Zhou, who was sitting carelessly on the main seat, and the others were led by him.

The chief seat was usually occupied by Squad Leader Zhao. Now that something happened to Squad Leader Zhao, he naturally took the seat.

Facing Ji Chen's scrutiny, Lao Zhou didn't pay attention. He picked up the tea cup and took a sip. Then he put it down and said slowly:

"Now that you're here, just find a seat and sit down. We are having a parade meeting. You are a new member and you just want to listen. Although you are the class leader, you must also abide by the rules of the class. After all, these rules are passed down from generation to generation. of."

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