There are Western Xinjiang affairs in the Western Xinjiang, which is called national affairs.

Mr. Chen is busy with his affairs, which is called family affairs.

After leaving Lianshan Road, he entered Jiangnan Road and then turned to Hedong Road. Mr. Chen seemed to be walking around without purpose, but he kept walking, so the people following him became more and more confused and didn't understand what he wanted to do.

Mr. Chen, Shangshui County, finally left less urgently. After entering Wei County, he stopped to inquire about what he had, so the people who followed him followed him tighter. Some secrets would be best if they could be found out. For Empress Su, there would naturally be evidence and witnesses to make it more convincing about the scandals that Empress Yang did in Liu's palace.

Xiaoshangzhuang, Wei County, is an extremely ordinary village located on the plain on the north side of the Nanping River, with thousands of miles of fertile land. If Jiangnan Road is one of the Jiangnan Road to support the tax on Daning silk cloth, then Hedong Road is the northern granary.

It is already mid-September, midsummer has just passed, and autumn harvest is coming.

Mr. Chen walked on the official road, and there were large tracts of crops on both sides. The corn was yellow and the sorghum was full, which made people feel delighted to see.

There is a grocery store in Xiaoshangzhuang, which is mostly guarded by women. Men go to the fields to work. If they are too busy, the man who is blind and has one eye and one leg will come to help. Everyone in the village knows that the owner of the grocery store is weak and sick, and her husband loves her and does not allow her to give birth, because the doctor said that if she is pregnant, she will die.

There are also rumors in the village, saying that if a woman cannot even give birth, what is the point?

The boss's wife always feels guilty and can't raise her head in front of outsiders, but she never says it to her husband. However, if she doesn't say these words, they will always reach her husband's ears, so her husband will go to fight with a hoe. If anyone has ever said bad things about his wife, he will come to the door. Over the years, he has beaten almost door-to-door in the village, and only the blacksmith and him are the best.

The farmer was not healthy either. He had four fingers missing on his right hand, and he brushed them in one stroke. He said that when he was a child, he accidentally didn't take back his hand when he was chopping grass for his father. The four fingers were cut off by a guillotine. His father cried for a long time. Thinking about it, he must have cried for a long time.

Farmers and blacksmiths often sit at the entrance of the grocery store in the evening, one person and one small bench to drink. Most of the time, they only have a plate of peanuts and shredded tofu. It is rare to eat meat, not because they don’t like it, but because the farmers are stingy.

The farmer is not popular in the village, and the grocery store business is just average. He has to save some money and promises to make a new piece of clothing for his wife every month. His wife is not beautiful, but she is still very thin because she is weak and has a pale complexion. But the farmer treats her like a fairy.

I feel that there are thousands of women in the world, and they are not as good as his wife.

The farmer is such a person, and he has fought with every household, but if any family needs help, he will go there without any invitation. The neighbor's house has set up a new house. He silently went over and picked up the soil for a day. When it was time to eat, he went home. The neighbor felt sorry and ran over to invite him to drink. He found that he was squatting at his door holding a bowl of white water noodles and eating it very delicious. The thin and sallow daughter-in-law looked at him and smiled and asked him if he wanted to add a piece of pickled vegetables.

Because life is not good, the blacksmith shop has some business to the door, and most of the money they get is lent to the farmers. I remember every blacksmith clearly. In the past few years, it is at least six or seven taels of silver.

The farmer is quite old, nearly fifty years old.

The blacksmith looks older, just because he is uglier and should be about the same age.

Mr. Chen walked all the way into Xiaoshangzhuang and asked. When he found the grocery store, the blacksmith was helping the boss’s wife with one leg to carry goods. Mr. Chen was stunned when he saw the cripple and his face became sad.

The blacksmith looked back and was stunned when he saw Mr. Chen.

Then he smiled and turned around and said to the grocery store owner that he would call your man back. If there were any far-far guests, did the family still have money? He didn't go to my house to pick up some meat and get back. He would have to be rich and thin.

The grocery store closed that day. The passers-by smelled the fragrance of hot pot and couldn't help but smile, thinking that this family had something to do with joy? But that family could have something to do with joy.

In the afternoon, the farmer, who had a slightly red face, sealed the grocery store directly and put all the candies in the shop into bags and delivered them to each house. Everyone has children, and every child can be assigned.

Everyone expressed their gratitude and asked if it was your wife who was pregnant?

The farmer just smiled but didn't answer, and his temper was as weird as ever.

When you are about to go out, tell everyone that you should not go out tonight.

That night, the cripple blacksmith came out of his house and put on a set of particularly majestic leather armor. He had not worn it for many years, but he had to wipe it every day, so he cleaned it. He threw the IOU that the farmer borrowed money in the past few years into the stove, turned off the fire, and had a crutch in his left hand and a knife in his right hand.

The farmer made an exception at noon and asked his wife to drink wine. While his wife was sleeping, he locked his wife in the house. He dug a hole in the yard with a hoe, dug out a wooden box, took out a set of leather armor and a knife from it, scrubbed the leather armor, and polished the knife.

Shortly after the moon rose, the blacksmith and the farmer stood on the street, and Mr. Chen bowed deeply to both of them.

"The prince has sent people to send money every year for so many years, and we keep it all, but we don't need it, we can't use it."

The blacksmith glanced at Mr. Chen: "My eyes were blinded by the black warrior, and my legs were cut off by the black warrior. If there was compensation, it would be the black warrior who compensated me. The prince dared not use the annual assistance. I still had both hands and feet to support myself."

The farmer apologized: "I owe you a lot."

The blacksmith curled his lips: "How did you break the four fingers on your right hand?"

The farmer remained silent.

That year, King Liu was young and they were young. When they attacked Heiwu in the north, they rushed to the side of King Liu.

The blacksmith was cut off and fell to the ground. Before he got up, he was shot into the eye socket by an arrow. He could not get up in pain. The black warrior arrived and the scimitar fell down and headed straight for his head. The farmer pushed the blacksmith away. The four fingers of his right hand were cut off. He gritted his teeth and pounced on him, and the left hand cut open the black warrior's throat.

He used a double knife.

Blacksmith: "No."

"If you don't want to keep your books before?"

"I didn't say no before."

Mr. Chen suddenly felt that he was wrong and he shouldn't have come.

The two of them were originally kept by the king in the palace, but later they stayed in the king's house, but they left without saying goodbye.

At this moment, the man in black walked slowly on the street under the moonlight and actually took off the black scarf on his face. He seemed to be full of disdain for these three opponents. He should be quite old and his temples were slightly white.

"I thought you were looking for witnesses who were in the palace that year. I thought I would follow you like this. What you found is what I found. It turned out that you were actually looking for help, but what did you look for?"

He looked at the cripple blacksmith, then at the broken finger farmer.

"Is it ridiculous?"

The blacksmith sighed, "I have hated others looking down on me in my life."

The farmer nodded: "I know, I said you were ugly back then, you knocked off one of my teeth."

He grinned, with one less front teeth, so he smiled a little more joy.

The blacksmith walked forward with a cane. The cane was his other leg. He slapped his breastplate with a long knife, as if he enjoyed the feeling: "Do you know this clothes? This leather armor was the style of the Daning Warriors thirty years ago. There were warriors a while ago. I saw their leather armor now, which was really ugly."

The farmer also walked forward: "Mr. Chen is the prince's person, and we are also the prince's person, so we are our own people. If you want to kill him, you are afraid that you don't know how the soldiers fight."

The man in black laughed: "It's like this, what else do you have to be proud of? The leather armor thirty years ago has not rotted yet, is it already good that the horizontal knife thirty years ago has rusted? Is it still a warrior..."

He strode forward: "Sir Chen, you ask two people like this to help you. All I can think of is that you are afraid that you will be lonely when you die. He is a cripple, that is, you have a broken hand, you are a fool, you are such a fool, you are really a perfect match. It's not that I look down on you, those of you who have been soldiers, let alone you break your hands and feet, you won't be able to be intact when you are intact!"

The moonlight is so bright.

Mr. Chen drew his sword, which alarmed the moonlight and became brighter.

He was able to teach apprentices like Cha Ye and Leng Zi, and to protect the child alone without leaving any trace. Five or six out of ten masters in Liu's palace were given guidance from him, which is enough to show his strength.

But Mr. Chen is not confident because he is sick and old. He is also because he can feel how strong the person opposite is. Qide's death shows this, so Mr. Chen came to Xiaoshangzhuang. There was Feng Xuebian along the way, but Feng Xuebian was caught up and besieged by the queen's people on the way and could not escape. In order not to implicate Mr. Chen, he only

Can lead the enemy elsewhere.

Mr. Chen has few friends, especially in the past twenty years, which have disappeared from the world.

However, some people have never met in most of their lives. As long as they show their identity as the prince’s mansion, they are friends.

The man in black drew his sword: "I won't let you die. Since I have shown my face, I will only let you die halfway. After all, you still need to take me to continue investigating that matter... The murderer left his name, those two guys must die. Remember, I am the deputy chief of Tingwei Mansion. "

"Luo Yingxiong's men."

Mr. Chen's face turned cold and the sword came out.

But lost.

After a stick of incense, Mr. Chen's sword broke. His sword was not a good sword, and most of the time he did not need any good sword against the enemy.

His left arm was broken, and there was a blood hole in his right arm. Yan Taun did not hurt his leg because he still needed Mr. Chen to walk and continue to check.

The lame blacksmith fell to the ground, and there was a blood hole in his good leg, almost broken bones. Fortunately, there was no broken bones, but he could no longer stand up, so he leaned forward with one hand, and the knife was still in his hand, so he would not retreat.

The farmer had cross scars on his chest, and the two swords hit, almost cutting his stomach. He pulled off his sleeve and tied the wound, stuffing the intestines he wanted to squeeze out into the plug. The knife in his hand was still there and would not retreat.

"It's true that they're all fools."

Yan Qian looked down at the wound on his body. Mr. Chen stabbed his chest with a sword, almost piercing it through, but he avoided the vital points. He slashed his shoulder with one knife, almost broken his shoulder blade, and a layer of skin was connected to his left arm.

"I underestimated you."

"You underestimated the military."

The cripple was still moving forward: "Who is not more fierce than you?"

"Die."

Yan Qian strode over, one step and three meters away, hitting the cripple blacksmith's face. This kicked the blacksmith back and rolled a long way, but the knife was still in his hand.

The farmer fell with a knife, Yan Qiong used his sword to stab the farmer's right shoulder, shook and turned, and the right shoulder bone was broken, and the knife hung down weakly. He hit the farmer's chest with another kick. The farmer slid back and hit the door panel hard, and the door panel shattered.

Mr. Chen broke his sword, but halfway through the sword, Mr. Chen coughed violently, his body softened and fell to the ground. Yan Qian stepped on the back of Mr. Chen's head and crushed it back and forth a few times: "Why do you fight me?"

Bang!

Yan Qian was hit on the back of his head, his body staggered forward, and his head buzzed. The hit was heavy. He covered the back of his head and looked at it. There was a blue brick on the ground.

There were many people around, including the people of Xiaoshangzhuang, holding hoes, sickles, bricks, crutches, feces, rice bowls and chopsticks.

The shrew who had scolded the farmer's wife held a broom, like a general raising a knife: "Do you want to die when you come to our village to bully people?"

Yan Qian was furious and was about to move forward. Seven or eight blue bricks hit him. He slashed his sword and bleeding more and more. One blow three was already the limit. The heavy blow behind his head made him dizzy again. In the end, he didn't dodge all. Another blue brick hit the door, and blood mist bloomed in his nose.

"A bunch of ants, do you know who I am!"

He raised his knife and shouted angrily.

collapse!

A hoe hit the back of his head, and his skin was full of flesh.

"I'll poke your eyes."

The shrew's broom poked on Yantao's face, and there was still some chicken shit on the broom.
To be continued...