Changsun Chong is sure to die now, and Princess Changle has become a vain.

Because of this, Li Shimin has been cold and unhappy these days. He feels that the person who killed Changsun Chong is slapping him in the face and bringing shame to the royal family.

Changsun Chong is the consort of Princess Changle, so he was killed, and the reason is still not found.

This made Li Shimin believe that someone deliberately killed Changsun Chong, which embarrassed him.

As an emperor, no matter how open-minded people are, they will subconsciously be suspicious and suspicious, and Li Shimin cannot avoid the vulgarity.

What's more, Changsun Chong's case is stupid and extremely abrupt. What's the reason for such a deadly move against Changsun Chong?

Changsun’s mansion was covered in plain mourning and sadness. Changsun Wuji was like the eldest son who had grown a lot in an instant and had high hopes for him died in vain. His inner grief was unspeakable.

I was missing before and had a lucky mentality, thinking that it was possible to be alive, but now I am really dead.

The cold corpse was parked in front of the hall, stimulating Changsun Wuji's nerves all the time.

Finding out the murderer has become Changsun Wuji's obsession.

Zen Master Yuwen, Cui Gan and others have also been summoned by marble to investigate the case, and Mr. Yuwen and the news are also rushing back to Chang'an.

When the Cui family in Boling heard something happened to Cui Gan, they also sent someone to Chang'an to deal with him.

Changsun Wuji was very clear about the progress of the case. It seems that Changsun Chong's death was not done by the Yuwen family and the Cui family.

But he didn't think so. Since these two families were involved, it means they are not completely innocent, but they have not been found out yet.

What Cui Gan said was full of loopholes. He was hiding something that was self-evident, and there must be something unspeakable.

After the funeral is over, he will inevitably take fierce revenge on the two families and force the truth to emerge.

...

Time flies, and eight or nine days pass by in a blink of an eye.

Han Meng and the others were not in a state of dust, but were facing the wind and snow.

Going northward, the day before yesterday, light snow fell on the sky, and the carriages shaking with the northwest wind blew.

This sudden cool weather makes many business travelers enter counties and towns along the way for a while.

But Han Meng and Liu Mang'er were still moving forward in the wind and snow, but the carriage could not be fast and slowly.

Liu Mang'er was wrapped in a quilt and her face was blowing red. Han Meng felt comfortable in the carriage.

But he used his time to build the Americas with his mind all the time.

He did not help the colonials to build houses directly, but he had to prepare the materials and foundations, and prepare the roads and drainage.

Especially the toilet, Han Meng is very concerned about this as a modern person.

So, he built a stone toilet behind each foundation.

The toilet is not connected to the underground drainage pipe, but has a cesspool, which is covered with stone slabs and small holes.

In the future, every household can build pigpens or something, and they can also remove pigpens from sewage into the cesspool.

These are all farm fertilizers, so they cannot be discharged directly, as they are also polluted when discharged to the river.

Finally, he was bored, so he designed an assembled wooden house, and the wood was also processed into components by him.

In this way, the colonization can be quickly assembled and the house construction speed is quite fast.

There are hurricanes in the Americas, so you must resist wind when building a house.

The connection point between the foundation and the wooden house must be handled well.

It was really boring to travel for so many days and plenty of time. Han Meng also cleaned up the container.

There are blocks of sealed covers on the container cargo tank. After the container is brought out from the cabin, the space in the cabin is quite huge.

So, Han Meng began to clean up some of the goods in the containers, pile them in different categories in the cabins, and then use a hatch cover to cover them.

When all the cabins are full, more than 3,100 containers will be empty.

And Han Meng placed one of these empty containers near the foundation of each house.

After the colonization enters this way, there will be a temporary housing for wind and rain.

Han Meng's carriage had reached the northernmost boundary of Luojiao County, Fuzhou, and was about to enter the boundary of Yanzhou. This place became more and more desolate, with wind and snow all over the sky, and looking up at the sight of no one.

And just over ten miles ahead, five or six hundred ragged refugees were staggering and moving forward in the snow.

This group of refugees were the owners of a village fort, and they fled south to Guanzhong as a whole.

More than 130 families were together, carrying the elderly, carrying children, and carrying their families. Only half of them were strong.

But these people have no hope in their eyes, but despair.

There was not much food and the weather was cold and the land was frozen. Two old men died last night. One of them suffocated himself to death just to avoid dragging down his children.

Sadness and despair enveloped everyone's heart. Along the way, the old and the young have already died a lot.

The men were crying but not crying, the women were numb, the children were hungry, the elderly prayed for the heaven, but they were desperate...

But the sky was speechless, but Han Meng came.

Perhaps this is also what God did. When night falls suddenly, it happens.

The carriage was already dark along the deep gullies on the Loess Plateau, so Han Meng was about to ask Liu Mang'er to stop and rest for the night.

But before he could speak, Liu Mang'er pulled the reins and stopped the horse.

Han Meng lifted the curtain of the carriage and poked his head out. He saw that under the hazy night, in the wind and snow, the front of the carriage and horses were covered with people.

The refugees who were rushing to the night also stopped. The leader Zhao Yangui was also shocked. In the darkness, they almost collided with the carriage.

The carriage also appeared silently, but fortunately the carriage stopped in time.

Finally found the refugee, Han Meng was very surprised and immediately left the carriage, jumped out of the carriage and stepped forward.

Zhao Yangui took advantage of the hazy night and the thin snow reflected, and saw a tall figure coming down from the carriage and heading straight for them, and his expression suddenly became cautious.

"Hello, how many of you are?"

Han Meng was very happy and asked directly about the number of people. After asking, he stretched out his head and looked at the crowd behind Zhao Yangui, but what could he see clearly at this late night?

However, within the scope of his thoughts, the dozen people in front could see clearly that they saw these men carrying the old man on their backs, carrying children with yellow faces and thin skin and ragged clothes.

Women are holding half-old children in their hands, and some are holding one or two-year-old children in their arms.

Han Meng's previous happiness was gone, and he was inexplicably upset when he looked at these people.

When Liu Mang'er saw Han Meng approaching, he quickly lifted the quilt wrapped around him and rushed to Han Meng.

This guy stared at the boss with a huge eye, thinking that Han was going to fight with these people.

Zhao Yangui didn't understand why this person asked them how many people, and what kind of greeting etiquette are you doing?

How are we?

What a big deal!

But Zhao Yangui was unwilling to offend others for nothing, not to mention that the other party's tone was very kind and had no hostility.

It can be seen that this man is dressed well and has an indescribable aura.

"Neither, we are small villagers from Bashili Fort in Dingyuan. We went south to seek survival because we couldn't survive..."

Zhao Yangui said while blocking the wife and daughter behind him, and was still cautious.

He did not tell the person who came how many of them were.

Han Meng smiled, not caring about it. He had a good impression of Zhao Yangui.

“Can I take a look?”

Although it was a tone of inquiry, Han Meng walked towards the crowd after he said that.

Liu Mang'er also followed closely behind.

Zhao Yangui wanted to stop him, but he held back, but he also followed Han Meng.

They are all people who cannot survive, and there is nothing to be afraid of. These two people in a carriage seem to pose no threat to them even hundreds of them.

"You are their village chief, oh, no, Bashili Fort, that should be the fort chief."

While Han Meng was looking at it, he asked Zhao Yangui who was following him.

"Reply to nobles, yes, I just feel ashamed of the trust of the people of the fortress and did not let them eat and wear warmth..."

"My name is Han Meng, what do you call it?"

"My, Zhao Yangui."

"You're not Lao Yan's ancestors?"

Zhao Yangui hesitated for a moment before nodding, without answering directly.

He didn't know how to answer, was it because there was a Yan in his name, which was a Yan man?

Not long after, the three of them walked through a long crowd. Han Meng felt even more uncomfortable after seeing the desolation of these people.
Chapter completed!