In the early morning, Yang Shouwen opened his eyes.

I haven't dreamed of anything strange recently. I've had a good sleep and my spirits have improved.

When the story was almost midnight, Yang came over and forced the young lady away.

Yang Shouwen slept until dawn, but heard bursts of crying from the door.

The crying sound was not the sound of the young lady, Yang Shouwen could hear it. Early in the morning... Yang Shouwen suddenly got up and got out of bed, put on his clothes and walked to the door, and opened the door. The sun had already emerged, and the air in the courtyard was particularly fresh. The crying sound seemed to be coming from the front yard. Yang Shouwen walked out of the room barefoot and walked along the porch to the front yard.

I originally thought that Yang Rui would cry, and Qingnu would cry...

But unexpectedly, when I arrived at the front yard, I found that the person who was crying was Yang Moli.

The eldest man sat on the threshold at the gate of the yard and cried like a tearful person. However, while this guy was crying, he held two big cakes in his hands. He cried, ate a bite of cake, cried, and ate a bite of cake, and the snot and tears were mixed together, and he didn't see him wipe it. Seeing the snot reaching his mouth, he sucked it and then sucked it back, and then bite a bite of cake and continued to cry...

Yang and Song stood beside each other, a little at a loss.

Yang Rui sat on the porch of the living room, looking at Yang Moli who was eating and crying, silently drooling...

Who is the real son?

"Yizi, you're here just right, please persuade Jasmine."

Seeing Yang Shouwen appear, Yang and Song seemed to see the reinforcements and quickly greeted him.

Song was whispering Yang Moli, "Molly, you are here. If anyone bullies you, please tell Alang."

As she spoke, she even glanced at Yang Rui.

Why did Yang Rui feel so frustrated: He is so big, his arms are thicker than my legs, how dare I bully him?

The feeling of being a child who is not a biological son is getting heavier and heavier. Yang Rui feels so wronged.

"It's Yang Moli."

"Yes, yes, it's Yang Moli."

Yang Shouwen walked past Yang Rui, reached out to rub Yang Rui's head, then walked down the porch barefoot and came to Yang Moli.

"My grandma, aunt, you guys go and do it, leave it to me."

Yang Shouwen squatted down as he spoke.

"Yang Moli, tell me, what's wrong?"

"Alang, it's broken!"

"ah?"

Yang Moli's mindless words made Yang Shouwen confused.

Yang Moli bite the cake hard, chewed and cried while saying vaguely: "The hammer is broken."

Yang Shouwen admired Yang Moli a little.

Even if you cry, you can cry so well. How did you do it?

He looked in the direction of Yang Moli's finger and saw three iron lumps not far away. Looking closely, Yang Shouwen recognized it. It was the laundry hammer made by Yang Moli's mother Luzhu. The thing looked very strong, how could it be broken? Yang Shouwen walked over, picked up the broken laundry hammer, and took a closer look.

Yang Moli's laundry mallet weighs forty-two kilograms and the other thirty-six kilograms.

The broken iron hammer was the 36-pound iron hammer. However, Yang Shouwen discovered that the iron hammer was not broken by external force, but was originally locked together because the connection was a little loose, so it turned into two pieces.

Yang Shouwen smiled and wanted to connect with the iron hammer.

Huh?

Just as he was facing the broken mouth together, he suddenly found a hollow section of the iron hammer, which seemed to be stuffed inside.

Perhaps it is precisely because of this hollowness that the weight of the iron hammer is reduced.

Yang Shouwen was surprised to take out the things inside, and it was a pampered scroll.

He opened the parchment and found that it was actually a map with various arrows on it, and some places were marked with strange characters.

"My grandma, what do you think is written on it?"

When Song heard Yang Shouwen's cry, he brought Yang Rui over.

She glanced at it and shook her head and said, "I don't know... Although I can recognize the word, it's not a word."

"Ah Niang, this is the word Turkic."

Yang Rui spoke, pointing to a string of symbols on it and said, "This is a Turkic number, and I recognize it... I once caught a Turkic businessman in the yamen before. At that time, the child took good care of him, so he taught me some Turkic characters."

"number?"

Yang Shouwen said in confusion: "What number?"

"These two numbers mean eight and ten; this is eight and twenty-six; and this is twenty-eight... so many eights. Brother, what do these numbers mean? I seem to have seen this map somewhere."

"Have you seen it?"

"Um!"

"Then think about it, where have you seen it?"

Yang Rui scratched his head and thought hard.

On the other side, Yang Moli, who seemed to be forgotten, couldn't help but say, "Alang, Mausoleum...I'm hungry."

It seems that crying is also a job of hard work. Otherwise, after eating two cakes, almost a pound, this guy would even shout hungry. Yang Shouwen hurriedly walked over, squatted in front of Yang Moli, and held the two pieces of iron hammer in his hand.

"Yang Moli, don't cry anymore.

Look, Alang makes a trick for you, how about fixing the hammer?"

"good!"

Yang Moli immediately stopped her tears and looked at Yang Shouwen without blinking.

Yang Shouwen quickly connected the iron hammer, then waved it twice, and handed it to Yang Moli, saying, "You can take it and play first, and turn around and clean it up for you, and it won't be broken."

"Well, Yang Moli knows...but Yang Moli is still hungry."

"Auntie, are there any cakes in the kitchen?"

Yang Shouwen stood up helplessly and shouted to the kitchen.

Just saw Yang holding a basket with five or six steamed cakes in it, and two boiled eggs.

"Are you hungry?"

This was obviously Yang Shouwen's breakfast, but looking at Yang Moli's pitiful appearance, Yang Shouwen sighed and handed him the basket.

No wonder Yuan Xunyu was so eager to send this young man out. It was probably left to Guzhu. With his appetite, Yuan Xunyu would also feel the pressure. Yang Shouwen always felt that he was very edible, but if he compared it with Yang Moli, it would be worth mentioning.

"Hey, hey, don't eat the skin... peel the skin before eating."

Yang Moli took the basket, picked up the egg and stuffed it into her mouth.

Yang Shouwen quickly stopped him, saying a little amused and said, "This one needs to be peeled."

As he spoke, he peeled off the egg shell, revealing the snow-white egg inside. Yang Moli took the egg, looked at Yang Shouwen, hesitated for a while and slowly put it in her mouth. After a while, he grinned and said silly: "Alang, it's delicious."

"Well, if you eat more, you can eat more."

Damn, why does this sentence sound familiar?

Yang Shouwen comforted Yang Moli and then stood up and looked at Yang Rui.

"Brother, I remembered... This is the flying fox map."

"Flying Fox?"

"Oh, Feihu is not nearby, it seems to be in Dingzhou, located in the southwest of Changping, and it seems to be quite far away."

"You mean Feihu Pass?"

"Oh, it's Feihu Pass."

Yang Rui nodded quickly, "I remember when I was delivering something to the county master, I saw a similar map in his room.

At that time, I asked the county master, where is this? The county master said it was a flying fox... He also said that the far water cannot save the near fire or something, but I didn't hear it very clearly anyway."

Yang Shouwen couldn't help but feel surprised, but then he thought that Wang He was a child of the Wang family in Taiyuan, and his vision was naturally unique. Although he was only the magistrate of Changping County, it was not impossible to look at the map of Feihu. He just didn't know what his words meant by distant water and inadequate fire.

This has nothing to do with Yang Shouwen.

What he was concerned about was whether this map was the secret related to the killing of Luzhu?

"Erlang, prepare horses."

"ah?"

"We will go back to the county town immediately and leave this to my father."

Yang Shouwen did not explain the reason, and Yang Rui did not ask.

"My mother, don't go out today. I will let Jasmine stay here to protect her.

As for the matter of Xiao Maitreya Temple, I will talk to them after I come back. I will change my clothes first and talk about it when I come back."

Judging from Yang Shouwen's expression, Song knew that it was of great importance.

She nodded and said, "Then you guys are careful all the way."

Yang Shouwen hurried back to the room and changed his clothes.

At this moment, the young lady came out of the house in a daze, "Brother Sitzi, are you going out again?"
Chapter completed!