Reborn as a Cube Man in the Late Ming Dynasty

As dusk fell, in front of the patrol station.

Wu Zhen looked exhausted.

They failed to catch Wang Er again!

Could it be that he has really left this area?

After removing his armor, he entered the patrol office of Chengcheng. Before he could rest for even a moment, he saw the officials rushing over.

"Inspector, the county magistrate requests your presence, saying he has important matters to discuss with you!" the clerk said softly.

Wu Zhen replied, "I understand. Go back now and tell the magistrate that I will be there shortly."

"Yes." The clerk cupped his hands, bowed, and slowly retreated.

"Here you go!" Wu Zhen sized him up, took out some loose silver from his pocket, and tossed it to the clerk.

The official looked up and saw a white object flying towards him, and instinctively reached out his hand.

It was silver!

He revealed an incredulous joy, barely managing to tear his gaze away from the broken silver, and nervously looked at Wu Zhen: "Sir, is there something you need me to do?"

"Take this reward money and buy some food." Wu Zhen waved his hand impatiently, saying, "What can you do? Hurry up and go!"

"Thank you, sir! Thank you, sir! I'll be going now!" The clerk accepted the silver, thanked him repeatedly, and left the room, thinking to himself.

Those guys weren't lying to him after all; Wu Zhen really had changed his personality!

Wu Zhen looked at the departing silver, feeling a pang of regret. He muttered to himself, "This man looked hungry; perhaps my actions can be considered a good deed?"

Clerks, some without official rank or grade, could only receive meager salaries and relied on this income to support their families.

I don't know when I'll be able to be a human again.

I heard that Bai Xianjun has already built Li City there, and it even connects to Hell!

Some foolish bandits have already been taken to hell.

Hell!

Wu Zhen touched his arm, where there was a faint white mark, and breathed a sigh of relief.

Looking back now, the suffering I endured was relatively mild.

Luckily, I went there early.

Otherwise, you'll really go to hell!

After changing into more comfortable clothes, Wu Zhen hurried to the magistrate's residence.

"Your Excellency, you've arrived?" The servant waiting at the door stepped forward and said respectfully, "Your Excellency, please come with me. The county magistrate has been waiting for quite some time."

Guided by his attendants, Wu Zhen soon saw Meng Yongnian, who greeted him with a smile.

"Brother Wu, it's been a long time, you still look as dashing as ever!" Meng Yongnian said with a broad smile.

The attendant stepped aside, and Wu Zhen asked with a serious expression, "May I ask what business Lord Meng has with me?"

"Don't worry, I really have something important to discuss with Brother Wu this time. Although I can't treat you to a lavish feast to help you suppress the bandits, I have prepared some simple food and drinks to help you relax!" Meng Yongnian continued.

"Respect is not as good as obedience."

The two entered the living room.

There was a long wooden table in the living room, with nothing else besides a few notebooks and a pen.

There were no ornate calligraphy or paintings hanging on the wall, only a small landscape scroll in light ink.

Next to the long table were several simple wooden chairs, the cushions worn and showing signs of years of wear.

On a small tea table in the corner sits an ordinary ceramic teapot and several small teacups.

In the corner, traces of the knife marks left by Wang Er and others were still visible.

When Zhang Yaocai was in power, there was much more to it than just this; his influence was so great that he couldn't tolerate even the slightest gap.

However, they were all snatched up.

Before long, the servants brought out several simple vegetarian dishes.

Two bowls of millet porridge, a plate of steamed tofu, four steamed buns, and a small dish of pickled vegetables.

There was also a little bit of Shaoxing wine.

"Come on, Brother Wu, let me pour you some. It's not the finest wine, but it has its own unique flavor," Meng Yongnian said cheerfully, filling Wu Zhen's cup with yellow wine. "Have a taste!"

Wu Zhen did not drink, and said expressionlessly, "My lord, what urgent matter is it? If there is anything I can do to assist you, I will do my utmost."

"Brother Wu is indeed different," Meng Yongnian took a sip of rice wine and grinned, "I see you look serious, Brother Wu, is it because you haven't caught Wang Er yet?"

Upon hearing this, Wu Zhen sighed and shook his head, saying, "No, I haven't heard a single word about it. They've probably already moved on to other places."

"Brother Wu, there's no need to blame yourself so much. The fall of Chengcheng was not your fault. You've done your best, so you have a clear conscience."

Therefore, the Wuzhen you see is not me.

Wu Zhen glanced at Meng Yongnian, who was trying to exonerate himself, then picked up the wine glass in a depressed mood and drank it all in one gulp.

He, Wu Zhen, was a traitor; you, Meng Yongnian, were a loyal minister.

We are destined never to be true friends.

Unaware of Wu Zhen's gaze, Meng Yongnian refilled his glass.

He took a steamed bun, wrapped some pickled vegetables in it, put it in his mouth, swallowed it, and then took a sip of yellow wine: "I don't think that Wang Er can cause any trouble. The fall of Chengcheng is all Zhang Yaocai's fault. We can't expect him to take over other cities too, can we?"

Wu Zhen tapped his fingers on the armrest of the chair and said helplessly, "This is what I'm afraid of."

What if?

Being dismissed from office is a minor matter; the real danger is losing one's head.

He was afraid of death before, and after hearing that he would be reborn as an animal after death, he became even more afraid.

Even if it costs me everything, as long as I can survive, I can accept it.

These past few days, I have been searching for Wang Er and working hard to suppress the bandits, partly to atone for my sins.

On the other hand, they were thinking of seeking the protection of the immortal lord.

Even if the emperor himself issues an edict, he won't be able to cut off his head!

As long as Wang Er remains unresolved, he has a bad feeling that this hidden danger will take his life sooner or later.

"Wang Er, he wouldn't have that kind of ability. If anything really happens, I'll vouch for Brother Wu!" Meng Yongnian said sincerely, "Brother Wu is so talented, he shouldn't be implicated by treacherous officials!"

Hey ~

"Lord Meng," Wu Zhen shook his head, his face serious, "have you ever considered that I might be just like Zhang Yaocai?"

"Hahaha, Brother Wu, look, you're joking again!" Meng Yongnian laughed heartily.

He picked up his wine cup, drank it all in one gulp, and said sincerely, "Brother Wu, don't underestimate yourself. If you are considered a treacherous minister, then wouldn't most of the military generals in our dynasty be treacherous ministers?"

"Perhaps, Lord Meng, you should ask the local people?" Wu Zhen said in a muffled voice.

"Why bother with rumors and gossip? I have my own judgment on Brother Wu's character!" Meng Yongnian said decisively. "I thought this trip would be a complete mess, but I never expected to meet such a good friend! Brother Wu, please don't mention this matter again."

He's a good official, but unfortunately, he won't listen to advice.

Wu Zhen picked up a piece of pickled vegetable and couldn't help but ask, "So, Your Excellency, what exactly happened?"

Meng Yongnian's eyes flickered as he said, "Brother Wu, you should know about Licheng, right?"

Wu Zhen's hand trembled, and the wine spilled on him. He didn't bother to wipe it off and hesitated.

"Who told you that?"