In this way, Ying Gao's reputation in Fanyang County was completely terrible. Not only the people around, but also the people in nearby villages cursed Ying Gao at home. All the words said were that once this young master Gao inherited the mantle of the Great Qin, he was responsible for the disaster of the people of the Great Qin. Compared with his brother Fusu, he was not a little worse.

Ying Gao had already expected this situation, but for the sake of the truth about the meteorite engraving, Ying Gao could only sacrifice his temporary reputation. What he could guarantee was that when the truth of the matter was revealed to the world, at least the people nearby would understand his good intentions.

Since Da Ying Gao moved to the meteorite, Dong Xi also stopped all his activities. That night, the prison officer secretly arrived at Dong Xi's mansion and asked with a worried look on his face: "Once the people nearby say something..."

"You are so kind. This young master Gao is not only very happy with merits, but also cruel. He is just a little clever. If it were Fusu, everyone respected, there would be a certain possibility that you would say, but this young master Gao, please relax! Besides, wasn't that rainy night? How could you see you in just a few Guizhou leaders?"

The prison officer wanted to say something else, but opened his mouth and finally didn't say it.

Indeed, it is not a big deal that Dong Xi said this. In just half a day, the name of brutality that wins high has spread among the people of Fanyang County. Of course, there are also pushers among them.

A day passed, and no nearby people came to the big tent of the meteorite to provide the situation. Obviously, the situation was developing according to the situation that Dong Xi and others expected.

"Uncle, it's time to show your skills tonight. Whether your name, Feng Jie, can be recognized by the people in the vast territory of the Great Qin Dynasty? It's just tonight!"

Ying Gao's big tent did not feel any frustration. At this time, Ying Gao was smiling and looking at Feng Jie who was meticulously wearing his official uniform in front of him, and said with some quips.

"Thousands of Guizhou leaders have always recognized the land in front of their own doors. How can they recognize me as a mere censor? But my power is more than enough to overwhelm those who intimidate them."

Obviously, in the plan to win high, such a situation is inevitable, so I send out my own trump card: Feng Jie.

In the laws of the Qin Dynasty, household registration is ironclad. If you want to immigrate, you are sorry, you need layers of approval, and most of them will end up in failure.

So Ying Gao knew that the bystanders of this matter must still live in their own villages and houses. Ying Gao had secretly ordered Xu Gong to investigate the people of this village, but there was no sudden death recently. In this way, Ying Gao had to do only one thing, that is, to smash the things that are afraid of in the hearts of these insiders, and to intimidate them with death, and give them hope. In this way, people's psychology will definitely undergo some extremely subtle changes.

And giving them hope, it is obvious that I am a little notorious now, but I am unable to meet the strength of this glorious task, so of course, it will fall on my father-in-law. Ying Gao believes that it is impossible for a witness to engrave the lettering.

"My uncle must remember, don't just ask them about the meteorite engravings. Just let them know what the ending would be if they told me and what if they didn't tell me, what the ending would be. Otherwise, this would be too much or too much."

"Ha, I'll just wait in this big tent. I, Feng Jie, are not originally a nobleman of the six kingdoms. No one knows the thoughts of the heads of Guizhou in the world, among the three dukes and nine ministers of the Great Qin Dynasty, who knows better than me."

After slamming this sentence, Feng Jie walked out of the tent in his official uniform under the escort of several guests. In the past few days, Ying Gao was one plan on the left and the other plan on the right, but Feng Jie was extremely anxious. Although this time he was here to cooperate with Ying Gao, he had his 20-year-old son-in-law firmly suppressed the limelight. Of course, he was very angry. Now this opportunity to sing like a red face made Feng Jie determined to show his skills.

Looking at Feng Jie's back as he was leaving, Ying Gao, who stood alone outside the account, sighed deeply. He had been rushing to Daqin for a year. The life span of the First Emperor is probably only more than a year left, but Ying Gao is still in the early stage of saving Daqin. Even the internal conflicts have not been eliminated, and he has not even gained the upper hand in the fight against the super villain Zhao Gao. Such achievements have made Ying Gao feel very frustrated.

So this trip to Dongjun was when Ying Gao's determination began to gain the upper hand. His moves seemed absurd, but in fact they were all waiting to unearth the real mastermind of this incident. Otherwise, he would have captured Dong Xi long ago, but now, what he needs is not only the executor of this matter...

In addition, Ying Gao was thinking about one thing every day, that is, what he sent Mr. Xu to do. In his opinion, if this matter was done, even if it cut off many sources of another threat from the Qin Dynasty, it would be considered as laying the foundation for the future if it was impossible for him to destroy Zhao Gao in a short time.

Will he come that person...

With such questions, Ying Gao returned to the big tent, lay on the couch, thinking about something in his mind, waiting for Feng Jie.

By the time Feng Jie came back, it was almost dawn, and the old man was so tired that he was panting, but the style of Ying Gao in the tent made him very angry. Ying Gao was lying on his couch and had already gone to play chess with Mr. Zhou. With one breath and one breath, there was a big snot bubble under his nostrils.

"Oh, the young master has sacrificed a lot for the sake of the Qin Dynasty. For the sake of the young master, it seems that he will fight for this old bone..."

Feng Jie thought in his heart that when he came to the home of the common people in the village, he mentioned the expressions on the faces of Mr. Gao and others, and thought of Ying Gao's final purpose of doing so. He showed a helpless smile on his face. While talking in a low voice, he slowly walked out of Ying Gao's tent.

The next day, when Ying Gao got up from the couch and went to Feng Jie to ask about the situation, Feng Jie only said: "Young Master, just watch the change."

Ying Gao saw Feng Jie's expression and immediately replied: "Okay!" Then he returned to his big tent, which made Feng Jie a little stunned for a moment, thinking to himself, why didn't I hear clearly what he was saying?

After half a day, the next day was about to enter night. Just as Ying Gao was waiting a little anxiously, the Zhu family happily rushed into Ying Gao's tent, and said without even breathing evenly, "Young Master, an old man from Guizhou came here, which seemed to be related to the meteorite."
Chapter completed!