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Chapter 1 The Mystery of Qiaojiashan

"Can that boy's words be trusted?"

“Very believable!”

"Wulipo, right in Wulipo?"

"Absolutely true!"

A whistle sounded, and the wall was covered with pigeons.

A poisonous python stalked, raised one foot and lightly picked up a stick, then swung the stick left and right a few times, turned over and jumped up to insert the stick into the ground.

Taking the stick position, he kicked out one end of the stick, walked in Qilin step, and turned his body in a cross body, making a muffled stick sound like a stone falling to the ground.

The starting point of each posture is in one direction, and the stick is dropped at eight points in each direction. The attack is orderly and powerful.

The pigeons on the wall seemed to have known Qiao Zhen for a long time. After a set of stick techniques, they were not disturbed at all.

He reached to the top of his head and untied the sweat towel, wiping the sweat off his face.

He turned back and grabbed a handful of millet from the wooden basin on the table and threw it on the ground. The black pigeons on the wall flew into the yard one after another to eat the millet.

“How much does Master Qiao’s pigeon cost?”

"Not for sale!"

After Qiao Zhen blurted out, he suddenly felt that the voice was very familiar. He slowly turned around and saw that the person who came was none other than Xu Yuan.

Qiao Zhen took another handful of millet from the wooden basin and scattered it under the south wall. When the pigeons had moved away, he smiled slightly and said, "Who am I talking about? It turns out to be you!"

"Haha, the master is thoughtful. Every detail reveals benevolence and righteousness, even these animals are no exception!"

A smile appeared on Qiao Zhen's lips, and he stretched out his hand and said, "Don't, don't say that, these are all my old friends!"

"Huh! I've been tinkering with those craps all day long, and the second room got involved with a donkey dung egg!" A slightly fat woman under the eaves roared in a high-pitched voice, holding two pieces in her hand.

Put three raisins in your mouth.

Qiao Zhen's expression suddenly changed and he said in a low voice: "What a woman has become!"

Xu Yuan smiled awkwardly, raised his fists and said: "Then...then you are busy first, Xu Yuan will go back now!"

"Well..." Qiao Zhen said with an embarrassed look.

When Xu Yuan walked out of the door, he ran to the eaves with an eager look on his face and said, "Madam, I'm here, my servant is here, where do you want me to put my noodles?"

Mrs. Qiao rolled her eyes, grabbed a handful of raisins and threw it on Qiao Zhen's face. Then she folded her arms and cursed: "Huh, servant? People say that you are raising a lot of people with unknown origins and money."

It’s almost gone, and I haven’t seen a big copper come in for half a year!”

"Madam, don't talk nonsense. If you let people outside hear it, how will I be able to hang out in Qiaojiashan in the future?" Qiao Zhen begged bitterly.

The lady was still unwilling to give up. She stretched her neck and glanced at the door opposite. She muttered: "You should have a longer memory. The light in the second room was always on last night. I went in in the middle of the night and found that there was nothing inside."

Man, I’ve felt something was wrong for a long time!”

The wife of the second wife was a crazy woman. When she was wandering on the road in Lingcheng, Qiao Zhen brought her back because she was pretty. Whenever she had free time, she would make ghost noises in the house. The most interesting thing is that when she saw Qiao Zhen, she would

He silenced his voice and sat cross-legged in front of the door without saying a word.

Qiao Zhen was helpless when he heard that. If it were someone else, he might have given him a slap on the spot, but he really couldn't do it to these two ladies. Ever since he came to Qiaojiazhuang, he was reluctant to touch them.

In the Wulipo workshop, a few big red-jumping men had just fished out a piece of colored cloth from the dye vat. Several casual workers next to them followed closely with whips, for fear that the sturdy men would cause trouble. of cloth.

An old woman came out of the dyeing workshop. From a distance, she saw Jing Gan standing at the door.

"Um...who are you? Are you sent here to work by the master?"

Jinggan said as he walked: "The master asked me to take two people out. The village is short of manpower!"

The old woman lowered her head and thought, that's not right. We just called a few people a few days ago. Why are we here again?

When Song Ren, who was stirring paint in the workshop, heard this, he immediately put down the wooden spoon in his hand, patted Dongqing on the back and said, "Who are you listening to?"

Dongqing was crawling in front of the spinning machine to rub flax. Seeing Songren's happy face, she said in a panic: "Don't be so loud, I heard it!"

The old woman glanced at Jing Gan, and the knife in her hand looked quite scary, so she said with a smile: "Then you go to the silk and satin shop to pick someone up, I have no time here!"

"Sanguan women, just two, two. The master has pointed out that we should come here, and I don't dare to go anywhere else. I won't be able to explain it later!" Jinggan saw that his wife was not a tough person, so he started talking. He said softly.

The old woman also lost some official authority, and her brows relaxed.

"Just go find it yourself. Usually people here don't just take it away!"

"Okay!", imitating the response of those in the village, Jinggan quickly ran into the courtyard.

Qiaozhuang Dyeing Workshop, Jing Gan connected several curtains before finally seeing the workshop to the west. At a glance, he saw two people standing in front of the workshop door, smiling silly.

Jing Gan shouted deliberately: "It's just these two people. They are thin and weak. If we take them away, they won't affect the work of the workshop!"

The old woman suddenly beamed with joy and said repeatedly: "It's just the two of them, take them away quickly! Usually I can't even unfold a piece of cloth!"

In response to the old woman, Jing Gan pretended to be evil, stretched out his foot and kicked the two of them on the buttocks, then grabbed Song Ren's ear with one hand and left the workshop.

When he was far away, Song Ren glanced back from the corner of his eye and kicked Jing Gan several times in the butt.

"You kid took the opportunity to take advantage of others!"

The three of them chased each other and left Wulipo.

At the second watch, a scream in the courtyard woke up Qiao Zhen, who was sleeping soundly.

"What's the fuss about?"

Before I could put on my clothes, the door of the room was opened, and two servants came in and said with panic on their faces: "Master... Madam, she..."

Qiao Zhen knew as soon as he heard that something was up to him, so he tied his belt casually and rushed out.

The white mosquito net was stained red with blood. He pulled it open with trembling hands. The scene in front of him almost shocked Qiao out of his mind.

The lady was kneeling on the bed with her eyes wide open and looking out the door. She was holding a corner of the quilt tightly with both hands. All the broken teeth in her mouth were gathered together and placed neatly beside the kang. Her tongue and throat were torn off and placed on top of her head. With.

Qiao Zhen was stunned, his eyes were already covered with bloodshot eyes, and he yelled in a heartbreaking voice: "What a damned beast!"

Before dawn, several servants wearing sackcloth and mourning hurriedly arrived at Luoqiao Mountain.

"Several heroes, please come to the village immediately if I invite you!"

Jinggan and others were all in a daze. They touched their eyes and asked in surprise: "What happened to the village?"

Those people didn't offer any explanation, and immediately turned around and hurried back.

In the early morning, countless white flags were hung on the village, and Qiao Zhen sat in front of the body with a serious face in the main hall.

There was an uproar in the hall, everyone was wearing sackcloth and mourning, and a few people stood outside the door unaware of the situation.
Chapter completed!
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