A flag that covers the sky and the sun.

There was a high platform in front of the school grounds, and Sun Lang strode towards the platform.

Below the high platform are more than a dozen tied Jiangdong officials.

Strong wind blew across the school ground.

The flags were roaring and the clouds rolled.

"Sir, following his father, fought on the battlefield, in Luoyang, in Yuzhou, in Jingzhou, and in Yangzhou!" Sun Lang, who looked quite similar to Sun Jian, was wearing military uniforms. "Sir, for the sake of the Sun family, did not care about life and death, and did not fear difficulties! But! But! She was imprisoned in Wangjiangtai for no reason! She was bullied day after day, year after year!"

Something seemed to erupt from Sun Lang's body and stirred up on the school ground.

"The rules of the Sun family are rewarded if they have merits, and punishment if they have mistakes!" Sun Lang shouted in a deep voice, "I followed my father to fight in the north and south to fight the battlefield. Have you done any merit? If you have merits, why are you imprisoned me? If you have merits, where are the mistakes?! Today, I want an explanation! Is there any other rules in the Sun family? Do you still have them? Do you still want them? What are the rules in Jiangdong now? Is it like a joke, saying that you have merits, saying that you have mistakes? Or is it like these cruel officials in the audience, whose merits and demerits are between their swords and pens?!"

Sun Lang waved his arm, and then someone opened all the boxes that were originally placed on the stage, then poured them down and fell on the tiny officials tied under the stage.

The heavy gold and silver flashed with dazzling light, shaking in the air, falling, and jingling.

"Everyone followed my father's robes back then! Do you know how the money in front of you came from? They were all copied from these people's homes!"

"These money, thousands of money, are they how much salary they have? No! They are all plundered!"

"You sweat and blood, and sacrifice your life. Even if you are injured or killed, your income is not as good as these worms with a slight move!"

『What is this rule?!』

"I ask you, what kind of world is this and what rules is it?!

The wind blew across the platform, and Sun Lang opened his hands in the wind and roared hard, "Today, I will take you to ask about the world, the world, the whole world, the whole Jiangdong, what is the rule!"

『Go and ask what the fucking rules are!』

…(σ｀д′)σ…

Guanzhong.

The Qinglong Temple became more and more lively.

The students who argued with each other on the street were blushing and spitting at each other, while the cumbersome and gorgeous dresses on the restaurant were playing the piano slowly without any influence amid the quarrels.

The fallen leaves on the tree floated down, and were then crushed onto the stone slab by the wheels of the moving caravan.

The geese that had been rushing to the evening market were chirping in a little impatient manner in the sky, trying their best to travel.

General Fei Qian, the cavalry general, sat obliquely in front of the window reading a book with a cup of hot tea.

Pang Tong replied to something in the writing, and then habitually stuffed the pen tip into his mouth and licked it, and continued to write.

Zao Zhi stood in front of the granaries, watching the busy officials transporting and measuring the grain and grass that were collected from the farm with some nervousness and expectations.

Zhen Mi was making the final handover at the Han Chamber of Commerce and then walked out. When she arrived at the door, Zhen Mi stopped for a moment, looked up at the nameplate of the Han Chamber of Commerce, then immediately raised her head and walked forward proudly. From this moment on, she had basically no connection with the Han Chamber of Commerce and became a female official who was in politics.

In the dark hut, Zhen Mi's clan brother had been released, but because he lost his money, he had to surrender here, cursing in fury, and the chaotic language was like a madman who had lost everything.

Several inspectors rushed into the tavern on the street and pulled out the drunk Hu man directly from the diner, pressing his head into the water tank on the street to prevent fire. The drunk Hu man was choked and fluttered on the water surface of the water tank. After a while, he was pulled out and collapsed on the ground with coughing, which became a little more awake and frightened.

"Are you a Qiang? a Hun? or a Xianbei?" A inspector squatted in front of the Hu people and changed several languages. "It doesn't matter if you don't understand, you will understand... you will be fined 2,000 if you drink or cause trouble. It doesn't matter if you don't have money. We have a labor camp... take it away!"

Outside the city, inside Mr. Shuijing's manor.

Sima Hui wrote a good handwriting, waiting for him to dry in the autumn wind, then sat there and ordered the servants beside him, "This one is good, I will frame it later."

The sun shines in, the autumn wind strokes the paper, and some undried ink marks reveal such handwriting—

"No rules, no order can be achieved."
Chapter completed!