Yang Mingzhao naturally did not know that the great Prefectural Master had already lain flat. He had even sent people to Prefecture City to scout for news, but after more than two months of probing, the Prefectural Government Office had not stirred in the slightest.
This left Yang Mingzhao somewhat at a loss.
"Why hasn't the government come to suppress the bandits?"
"Could it be that the Prefectural Master still doesn't know?" Chen Buyu guessed.
Yang Mingzhao said, "It's not as if he's deaf. How could he not know?"
"Then why?" Chen Buyu was also deeply baffled.
Baffled was exactly right. Naturally, they could not understand the way those officials' minds worked.
Let alone Su Muye—right now, nearly all the officials in Bashu were in a state of lying flat.
When the first wave of rioters came out to Cause Trouble, they had still thought about responding actively, both requisitioning soldiers from the Garrison and recruiting local militia, throwing themselves enthusiastically into the great cause of quelling the rebellion.
But defeat after defeat had beaten every bit of enthusiasm out of them.
The first to rise up back then had been Black Tiger King. Black Tiger King could be said to have withstood all the pressure, scattering the government's suppression army until it fled in every direction.
It was not that Black Tiger King was especially formidable. It could only be said that the government's suppression army was far too rotten.
When over ten thousand soldiers and local militia set out, they could not even eat their fill—yet anyone expected them to put down a rebellion?
At the time, Black Tiger King had only brought several hundred fierce old bandits and scattered an army of over ten thousand.
Later, another Nine Heavens King popped up. The Three Judicial Offices of