When Yang Shouwen returned to the scene, it was almost an hour later.
The onlookers had gradually dispersed, leaving only seven or eight people dressed in tolerance, cleaning up the scene and moving the bodies.
Tamura was standing aside, talking with a man.
Yang Rui stood by the man with his hands hanging on both sides of his body, as if listening to the conversation between the two.
He first saw Yang Shouwen and quickly said to the man.
The man, Todamura, nodded, turned around and looked at Yang Shouwen.
This is a great sunny day. After a heavy rain last night, the sky was clear and cloudless. A scorching sun hangs high in the air, which is particularly bright. The sunshine in the mid-autumn season is very warm and not very fierce, and it feels very comfortable to shine on the body.
The man was about six feet tall, almost 180 cm above.
The Tang ruler is different from the Han ruler. One foot is about 31 centimeters. The man wore a black head, a blue shirt, half of his arms, a pair of black leather six-held boots under his feet, and a jade belt tied around his waist, looking quite stylish.
He is not quite burly and looks a little thin.
This outfit made him feel a little more bookish when worn.
He held a mountain-driving cane in his hand. One end of the cane is an iron ball in the shape of a hexagonal melon, the size of a baby's fist.
When Yang Shouwen saw the man, he quickly stepped forward.
"Dad, why are you here?"
A complex look flashed in the man's eyes.
He nodded and said in a deep voice: "There is no business here, and it is not convenient for you to stay here. Let's go home first... Don't go herding cattle today, stay at home. When the matter here is over, I'll have something to say to you when I go back."
The man is Yang Chenglie, the lieutenant of Changping County, and Yang Shouwen's biological father.
He seemed a little cold in his words, as if he was not talking to his own son, but rather he was instructing his subordinates in the yamen.
Yang Shouwen seemed to be used to Yang Chenglie's tone.
In fact, although he has lived a daze over the past seventeen years, he also knows that Yang Chenglie doesn't seem to like him very much.
Is it because I am stupid?
Maybe……
But he remembered that during the days when he was struck by lightning and was resting in bed, Yang Chenglie would sit beside him and mutter to himself every night. However, Yang Chenglie's voice was always so small that Yang Shouwen could not hear it clearly.
Those days, Yang Shouwen also knew that Yang Chenglie didn't care about him.
However, for some reason, Yang Chenglie deliberately indifference to him and showed an indifferent attitude outside.
Just imagine, if Yang Chenglie really hated Yang Shouwen, Yang Shouwen would not have lived so freely.
He only needs to take away all the income of Zhitian, and it will be very difficult for Yang Shouwen and Yang family to be in this small village.
"Then I'll go back first."
Yang Shouwen responded respectfully and turned around and walked home.
Looking at his back, Yang Chenglie's thick eyebrows frowned slightly, but an inexplicable look of worry appeared in his eyes.
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The small village is very lively.
People gathered together, whispering to each other, discussing the murder that happened at the entrance of the village.
For people of this era, there is no special fun in life. When it is rare to encounter a murder case, people will naturally show their gossip instinct. A group of children are running and playing under the big locust tree at the entrance of the village. When Yang Shouwen appears, several children immediately ran over with laughter and talked around Yang Shouwen.
In the eyes of these children, Yang Shouwen, who was a little stupid, is actually their friend.
"Brother Sitzi, do you know who that dead person is?"
Yang Shouwen shook his head and asked with a smile: "Of course I don't know, have you seen it?"
A child whispered: "Brother Siezi, I have really seen that person... Yesterday when I went to the mountain to collect herbs, I saw this person walking into the mountain. By the way, he asked me how to get to the Maitreya Temple and gave me two cents."
As he said that, the child quietly took out two Kaiyuan Tongbao, which was quite striking.
Yang Shouwen narrowed his eyes and took two Kaiyuan Tongbao from the child. He fiddled with him for a few times. He suddenly said, "Shan Gouzi, is it good to give me these two cents? I'll give you five cents, but you are not allowed to tell others about this."
Shan Gouzi agreed to Yang Shouwen's request without thinking.
In his opinion, Brother Yizi was indeed stupid and exchanged five cents for two cents... If you don't take advantage of it, you will be a bastard. Of course, Shan Gouzi agreed. After taking the copper coins from Yang Shouwen, he ran away with the other children.
Yang Shouwen put the copper coins and went home alone.
Although Yang Shouwen has lived in this small village for more than ten years, he is actually not very familiar with the people in the village.
The villagers were unwilling to deal with a fool. When Yang Dafang was alive, Yang Dafang came forward; and after Yang Dafang passed away, there was still Yang family in his family. If Yang could not solve the problem, someone would go to Yang Chenglie to negotiate.
When Yang Shouwen returned home, he told Yang that Yang Chenglie would come back later, and he came to the backyard alone.
"Young mom, get me a bowl of water and ask for hot water."
The young lady was playing in the flower garden. When she heard Yang Shouwen’s shouting, she agreed crisply and quickly brought a bowl of hot water.
Putting the water bowl on the porch, Yang Shouwen lifted his clothes and sat cross-legged.
"Brother Sitzi, what are you doing?"
The young lady stopped playing in the flower garden, but instead followed Yang Shouwen's appearance, sat cross-legged beside him, and asked curiously.
Yang Shouwen smiled and said softly: "Young Mother, can I change you a trick?"
"Cause? OK! Young mom likes watching tricks the most!"
The young lady immediately smiled and clapped her hands and said with a smile.
Yang Shouwen took out the two copper coins and threw them into the water bowl with a clang.
Then, he sat next to the water bowl, quietly looking at the water in the water bowl, without blinking. Young lady stared at her big black eyes and accompanied Yang Shouwen. After a while, she asked a little aggrievedly: "Brother Sitzi, what trick do you want to do... Young lady's eyes were sore, but she didn't see any tricks?"
"No?"
Yang Shouwen's face showed a hint of joy.
He pointed to a layer of oily flowers floating on the water and whispered: "Did you see it? What is this?"
"Oilflower?"
Yang Youniang answered obediently, then looked at Yang Shouwen in confusion and said, "Brother Siezi, the bowl I brought just now is clean and there are no oil flowers. How did this oil flowers come from? Could it be that Brother Siezi transformed? How did it transform?"
"Smell it, does this oily flower smell?"
"have!"
The young lady picked up the water bowl and then sucked her delicate little nose, "It's a bit fishy, ​​like the smell of sheep oil."
"That's right!"
Yang Shouwen poured out the hot water from the water bowl and handed the two copper coins to the young lady.
"Thank you young lady for helping me change my tricks. This is a reward for young lady."
The young lady couldn't help but be confused, but she still took the copper coins very happily.
Yang Shouwen then stood up, stretched his waist, moved his limbs, and then let out a long breath of turbid air.
He walked down the porch and stood in front of the flowerbed. His eyes passed the news after the flowerbed and turned to the vast Hugu Mountain.
Maitreya Temple?
Yang Shouwen narrowed his eyes and murmured to himself, with curiosity flashing even more.
During lunch, Yang Chenglie brought Yang Rui to the house.
He first brought Yang Rui to burn incense to Yang Dafang, and then had a meal in the main hall.
According to the rules of the Tang Dynasty, when Yang Dafang passed away, Yang Chenglie should have been mourned for three years. However, Changping was located in a bitter and cold border, with a harsh living environment, a low salary, and very dangerous. Most people, especially those with some basic background, are reluctant to come here to work. In addition, Yang Chenglie has been in Changping for more than ten years and has a good popularity. So after Yang Dafang passed away, Yang Chenglie proposed to mourn for mourning, but was rejected by Shangguan.
"Ah Nu, you are so bold."
After lunch, Yang Chenglie brought Yang Shouwen to the mourning hall.
As soon as the door was closed, his face became gloomy and he said in a deep voice: "It seems that your idiocy is cured. You dare to hit your brother! You also asked Erlang to report truthfully, what do you want? Do you want to take the opportunity to test my patience?"
Yang Shouwen's heart skipped a beat and lowered his head without answering.
Chapter completed!