Chapter 25: Major and Minor Matters Are Numerous

  "I'm so fed up... This kid is hopeless!" Yang Bo scowled, stewing in his room alone. Everyone else was a transmigrator, either a special forces operative or an encyclopedia, omniscient about astronomy and geography, physics and chemistry, remembering every historical event with crystal clarity, even pinpointing the exact year. They could run a marathon for 365 days without breaking a sweat, and hurricanes were just a gentle breeze in their eyes...

  People are more ruthless than people, others have a tiger's body and shock, all kinds of talents come to worship, he Yang Bo can't even handle a Liu old donkey, it's hard to get a salt pool, but the goods are controlled by others, watching his family shrink rapidly without any good solution, later on, there will be more places that need silver, he is almost overwhelmed. A few days ago, he built a chicken coop and raised chickens, thinking that eggs would hatch into chickens and make him rich? Unexpectedly, over 300 chickens went to heaven overnight, making Yang Bo furious, all the money was wasted, those military households were eating with joy, and the longevity plaque of the hundred household master added several more...

  "You're all going to die, you plague-ridden goods!" Yang Bo was furious. Having been a low-ranking official for a few days, he had become cautious and followed the rules, but every time he went out, he encountered obstacles everywhere.

  "Things can't go on like this anymore."

  Yang Bo thought deeply about his actions and realized it was time to bring his thinking back on track...

  "Something's happened, sir!" Han Chao rushed in, his face pale with fear.

  "What's wrong with you?" Yang Bo was furious, how could this guy be so blind?

  Han Yuer's eyebrows were furrowed and her face was gloomy as she nodded towards the main hall, indeed something big had happened, a row of people were kneeling inside the main hall...

  "What's going on?" Yang Bo was startled, and there were two robust military men lying on the door panel shouting, and several with bruised noses and swollen faces kneeling there. Aren't these all salt protection team members? Let them go sell, what else have they stirred up?

  "Speak up!" Yang Bo raised his voice and pointed at a small flag kneeling in front of him.

  That little flag was startled and took a few steps forward on its knees before stuttering out the story.

  They were originally going to sell salt, and on the way to the salt field, they encountered a checkpoint set up by the patrol officer. They weren't selling private salt, so they didn't bother with it. Unexpectedly, the patrol officer saw that there was a lot of salt on their cart, and forcibly stopped them, extorting road fees. Several young men were dissatisfied and quarreled with the patrol officer. A small flag named Mao Zirong hastily mediated, but no one listened to him.

  Mao Zirong licked his lips and pointed at the several troublemaking soldiers, saying: "Sir, it's these few rascals who insisted on fighting with others and ruined your affairs. Please punish them, sir."

  "Has the salt been sold?" Yang Bo ignored Xiao Qi's words.

  "Sell it, then the patrol officer saw that things were getting out of hand and was afraid of not being able to control the situation, so he dispersed. I called on others to enter the salt yard to sell large salt." Mao Zirong hastily replied.

  "Which of you bastards moved?! Get out here, all of you!" Yang Bo was furious.

  More than a dozen military households stood up, walked to Yang Bo's face and knelt down again, even carrying two door panels over. Yang Bo first examined the injuries of the two men, one of whom had been cut on the calf with a sharp object, the wound opening a large gash, extremely terrifying, while the other was swollen all over, his face rounded, but no other external injuries were seen.

  "What's wrong with you again?" Yang Bo asked the fat man

  "There were a lot of them, they tied me to a tree and beat me with sticks..." Fatso wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and struggled to get up.

  "Did you guys also take action?" Yang Bo asked, pointing at the row in front of him.

  The soldiers with bruised noses and swollen faces nodded dejectedly, their hearts racing with anxiety. The usually stern Captain Bai was unpredictable - would he punish them severely? Would they be expelled from the village of Maojia?

  At this point, the faces of these military households began to turn pale

  "Iron Bull, calf! Take all these people to the seaside and kneel down, each one will get ten lashes!" Yang Bo pointed at the soldiers in the back row who did not participate in the fight.

  Many people's faces really changed, they never thought that Yang Bo would actually punish them...

  "Not enough! Not enough! Still not enough!" Yang Bo furiously flipped over the table: "Twenty lashes per person, beat them to death at dawn! Those who aren't dead after being beaten will continue kneeling, and are not allowed to eat. Go think for yourselves why you were beaten. If you can't figure it out, just keep kneeling..."

  Mao Zirong was shocked and lost his color, the sweat on his head kept dripping down, his heart racing wildly. He heavily knocked his head: "Sir..."

  "It's none of your business" Yang Bo suddenly smiled and helped Mao Zirong up with both hands: "This can't be blamed on you, you did a good job"

  Mao Zirong was stunned, Yang Bo's change of face was so fast that he hadn't adapted yet...

  Han Yan hummed coldly in his heart: "You're finished, sir scolded you, that means you still have a chance to be saved, being so polite to you, Mao Zirong, you probably won't have any hope from now on"

  It's also his own fault for sending Mao Zirong there in the first place, so what was the adult's intention? Han Xiaoer fell into deep thought.

  "Get the doctor to come and take a look, no need, just carry them to Old Man Bi's house and let him handle it." Yang Bo instructed, pointing at the two people on the door panel.

  Han Qiu'er beckoned with one hand and called over Mao Zirong and several soldiers who quickly went away.

  On the ground, another row of people were still kneeling, looking at each other in confusion, unsure of what had happened.

  "Get up!" Yang Bo nodded to them: "You did a good job today, everyone is brothers. Watching your brother being bullied and still standing by, is that human?"

  The several military households breathed a sigh of relief and exchanged several surprised glances before slowly getting up one after another.

  "I'm sorry to have put you in a difficult position today..." Yang Bo said slowly, sitting on the chair: "I don't have any good qualities, but I keep my promises. Today you were bullied by someone, and I will definitely get it back for you!"

  An elderly military household knelt down: "Sir, today it's all the fault of us juniors, we've caused trouble for you, sir, please punish us"

  Several inexplicable military households also dragged and knelt down, some people secretly muttered in their hearts, what's going on here?

  "Trouble? No trouble, not at all." Yang Bo hummed: "I'm the kind of person who loves trouble the most."

  Seeing these people still kneeling, Yang Bo sighed and said: "Get up, go to the beach and take a look. If it's till tomorrow morning, those who still can't figure out why I beat them, just tell them what I said."

  "What was that?" A soldier rubbed his head and asked stupidly

  After the hall was empty, Yang Bo finally came back to his senses. These military dependents not only need to cultivate their mutual support and trust but also their self-respect and pride. The so-called arrogant soldiers and generals are proud of their soldiers; without pride, they are just farmers.

  Before Yang Bo could extricate himself from this trouble, Xiao Mo Chou rushed in with a flurry, and whispered in Yang Bo's ear: "Yao Debiao has run away, the whole family has run away..."