Datang: Showdown, your father and I are Li Shimin

Chapter 135
Cheng An led the stronger villagers of No. [-] to form what Li Ze called a militia to replace the police.

Since Gaoling County was first established, there was no special government office or special police uniform, so we had to follow the method used by Li Ze to mark smallpox patients and tie a wide gray cloth bag on his left sleeve as a proof of identity.

The job of being a hunter was not a very honorable job like in later generations. On the contrary, the job of a hunter was even lower than the meanest businessman.

Prisoners do not eat imperial salaries, and they are the lowest-level jobs in the yamen. The monthly salary is extremely low. Soon, three generations of his descendants are not allowed to take the imperial examination.

However, Li Ze knew very well that this situation must not happen in Du Village, so he did not train these arresters as servants of the yamen, but as his own servants or militiamen.

In this way, their salaries can be paid normally, and their descendants will not be unable to participate in the imperial examination.

At this time, Cheng An was leading the militiamen with gray belts on their No. [-] arms, walking towards the depths of the mountain forest in the north of Du Village.

The trousers of a group of people were covered with mud, and behind them were a large group of villagers holding saws, axes and other tools.

In a dense rainforest, everyone only cared about supporting the surrounding trees to move towards the depths of the forest, and no one wanted to say more.

And deep in this forest, there was also a lonely figure, walking hard in a direction that even he himself didn't know.

I saw this tattered and dirty child took out an old water bag full of mud from his waist, put the mouth of the water bag to his mouth, raised his neck high, but did not see a drop of water falling down.

"Hey……"

The child pursed his chapped lips, and sighed weakly: "If I knew it earlier, I wouldn't have taken a shortcut..."

He looked around, and there were many trees in the front, back, left, and right. As long as he casually turned a few times in this forest, he would immediately be confused about which direction he should go.

Apparently he was lost.

And a grain of rice has not been eaten, and a drop of water has not entered.

The child sat on the ground with difficulty. After resting for a while, he stood up with difficulty while supporting the tree trunk. He felt dizzy for a while, staring at his eyes. He hugged the pine tree beside him for a long time before recovering.

Just as he was about to move, he suddenly heard a strange noise not far away.

"Squeak—wow—"

The child's keen sense of hearing immediately sensed the direction of the source of the sound, and immediately turned his gaze over.

"Someone is cutting down a tree!"

"Finally found someone!"

The child was so excited that he hurriedly started to walk through the woods.

But he didn't run a few steps, his physical exhaustion overcame his excitement and excitement, and his pace soon slowed down.

At the same time, in his field of vision, he gradually saw a few very vague figures.

"anyone there!"

The child opened his mouth slightly, trying to shout out with all his strength, but only a very hoarse and subtle voice remained when it reached his mouth. In this forest, his voice was almost negligible.

As soon as he yelled, he felt that his vision suddenly became dim, just like the sun in the sky was suddenly covered by dark clouds, and all the light in the child's vision was suddenly covered up.

Then I just felt a sudden muffled noise in my head.

"Pfft!"

With a sound, the child finally fainted among a leaf.

not far away.

"Pull these out first, and make an open space!" Cheng An said to the villagers and militiamen behind him while holding the axe.

Trees were lying on the ground in disorder, many of which had been shaved off.

A group of three or five people lifted the huge tree trunk and walked towards the place where the waterwheel was built.

Cheng An saw several people leave with the wood on their shoulders, and immediately lowered his head to continue pruning the branches. Suddenly, he seemed to see something out of the corner of his eye. Cheng An was startled, and raised the ax in his hand vigilantly.

When the surrounding villagers saw this, their hearts tightened, and they each raised their axes and looked around vigilantly.

At the same time, everyone gradually approached Cheng An's position.

Zou Ping, who became Cheng An's militiaman and was the first one beside him, lightly clubbed Cheng An's arm and asked, "Old Cheng... did you see any beasts?"

After hearing this, the others held their breath and looked around in fear, as if there were countless pairs of eyes staring at them in a dense forest.

Cheng An nodded slightly, then quickly shook his head and said, "No...not sure, maybe my eyes are dazzled, but it doesn't look like a beast, it looks like a person."

"Ah?" Zou Ping breathed a sigh of relief, patted Cheng An's shoulder lightly and said, "I'm afraid it's because I'm too tired these days. Tree cutting is a laborious job, and it's normal to be dazzled by tiredness!"

"Oh, take a break, take a break!"

While Zou Ping was talking to himself, he was about to put down the ax in his hand, and sat down towards the fallen tree.

The other people around were also sitting on the ground on their own, their nervous hearts fell back to their chests.

But Wu Fang and Cheng An did not sit on the ground, but looked at each other, and Wu Fang asked solemnly, "Where are you?"

Cheng An pointed in the direction he was looking, and then said: "Maybe I saw it wrong, let's just take a break and continue cutting down trees... It's important to build a water tanker!"

"Let's go and have a look, what if there's really something?" Wu Fang pointed to the distance, and continued: "Anyway, it won't waste much time."

It was Zou Ping who also stood up, rubbed his hands, stretched his waist and said, "It would be great if an injured wild boar died here, and we can still have meat tonight!"

"Let's go! Let's go and have a look!" Zou Ping picked up his axe, and a few villagers behind him also stood up and walked towards the direction Cheng An had just seen.

After walking a few steps, the sharp-eyed Wu Fang immediately pointed to a dark shadow in his field of vision.

Apparently something had dug a deep hole in a piece of dead branches and leaves!
"Look! There's really something!" Wu Fang exclaimed, pointing at the shadow not far away.

Cheng An, on the other hand, clenched the ax in his hand very vigilantly, and shouted in a low voice:

"Everyone be careful!"

"Don't be a wild boar, wild bear or something like that."

After all, everyone raised their axes one after another, and walked towards the shadow step by step nervously.

Many of them were secretly holding their breath, or swallowing nervously.

When approaching, Cheng An's eyes were suddenly shocked, and he quickly put down the ax in his hand and exclaimed: "Damn it! It's a baby!"

"Come on!"

After saying that, Cheng An rushed over, and saw a thin, yellow-faced, chapped, unkempt child lying on his back among a dead leaf.

The rest of the villagers also dropped their axes and ran to Cheng An's side.

(End of this chapter)