Chapter 56: A trip to Liangjia Town (6) Murder case
The peaks are winding and the white grass is like a sea.
Yang Zhen stood on a slope, looking at the large tracts of white grass, with a very ugly expression on her face.
It was already dusk, the setting sun was gradually disappearing, the chirping of birds and animals was gradually fading away, and the entire mountain range had become solemn and quiet.
He has been inspecting the mountain village at the foot of the mountain named after the white ridge in front of him for a whole day.
What he learned made him feel very heavy.
There are more than 15,000 people in Bailing Village, 30% of whom are surnamed Liang. Among them, there are about more than 1,000 people who are close to the clan leader and three elders.
These more than a thousand people are the upper class of the village. The others with the surname Liang are the middle class. As for the foreign surnames, except for a few who have special skills, most of them are at the bottom of the village and are oppressed.
The granddaughter of the old man Dou Dou in the east of the village was young and beautiful, and was forced to work as a maid in the village chief's house. A year later, someone made her pregnant and died of dystocia.
The youngest son of Aunt Li's family at the west end of the village was forced to kneel in front of his house for half the night in the cold winter because he did not give way to the village patrol leader's dog. When he came back, he became seriously ill and almost died.
Blacksmith Liu from the south of the village was a good iron craftsman, and his life was pretty good. The year before last, in order to treat his wife's illness, he borrowed a usury to buy a pill. Although his daughter-in-law was cured, Blacksmith Liu and his family could not repay their debts, so they had to pay back their debts.
He sold himself to the village chief and became a craftsman...
Wait, wait, etc., it’s too numerous to mention.
Yang Zhen visited and took notes with a pen. Even though he was filled with anger, he also knew that now was not the time to deal with these matters.
Liang Chongjun received the order from the clan leader yesterday and did not dare to interfere. However, looking at the way he took notes seriously, he sneered on the sidelines.
Liang Xingyun, on the other hand, scolded the village chief and the patrol captain who were following him all day long, and then personally took out the money to provide pensions to Old Man Dou and redeem Liu Tiejiang's life; he also took out pills and gave them to Li who was suffering from the disease.
Treatment for my aunt’s youngest son.
These people were so grateful that they knelt down and kowtowed.
Yang Zhen also let him go, watching with cold eyes and remaining silent.
In the afternoon, they came to a family named Chen.
There used to be two brothers in this family. One died fighting a monster five years ago, and the other was attacked and killed by a rat monster last year. Now there is only an old man and three children left, the oldest of whom is only seven years old.
As for the daughter-in-law, like Heiwo Township, she has remarried.
Then during the chat, Old Man Chen told Yang Zhen something:
The Chen family originally owned a piece of land, which was only two miles away from the village. It was also only two miles away from a small lake where the villagers relied on water for survival. The location was very good.
However, after the death of the second child last year, the family could no longer pay the money to ask the immortal master to provide rain, so this land was taken back by the village and replaced with a piece of wasteland ten miles away at the foot of Bailing.
"That place is so far away. Old man, I still have to carry water. What can I do?" The old man frowned.
Due to Yang Zhen's persistence, the village chief and others stayed outside when visiting each household. Only Liang Xingyun followed him, so these people dared to speak out boldly.
"Call the village chief in." Yang Zhen said.
Liang Xingyun was taken aback. On this day, he encountered something worse than the Chen family. There were many new halls, and the new owner didn't say anything. Why did he call the village chief at this time? Did he want to handle it personally?
?
The village chief nodded and walked in. He was a man in his thirties, with a fourth level of Qi cultivation, and his muscles looked powerful.
He already knew Yang Zhen's identity and did not dare to be disrespectful in front of this young man.
"Master Yang," he explained tremblingly: "You are also a monk. You know, when we use the [Moving Clouds and Rain] technique, a large area of rain falls. Lao Chen refuses to pay the money. According to
According to the rules of the village, rain cannot fall on his house. But this way, there will be an empty space in the middle of the field, making it difficult to cast spells."
"The village was very dissatisfied, so we gave him a piece of land. Well, I, should I not give him another piece of land?"
"Let's talk more," Yang Zhen stood up and said, "Take me to Bailing and see the land of Old Chen's family."
The village chief's face was gloomy, but he did not dare to disobey. The group got on the flying boat and arrived at the foot of the white ridge in an instant.
So, there was the beginning scene.
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"Village Chief Liang," Yang Zhen shouted: "This place is too far away and it is still wasteland. Please take care of it later and give the Chen family a better field so as not to affect their livelihood."
His tone was gentle and the expression on his face was calm. This gave the village chief who was waiting to be scolded a surprise that he had escaped from death. He agreed again and again:
"I'll do it, I'll do it, don't worry!"
Yang Zhen smiled slightly: "Don't be perfunctory, I will come again."
"Don't dare, don't dare."
"Okay," Yang Zhen waved her hand and talked about another thing: "I heard that Jiang Zhuxiang died near here last month. Please take me to see where exactly."
"Ah? This..."
"Why, don't you know?" Yang Zhen's face darkened.
"No, no," the village chief shook his head quickly: "Let me think about it, last month..."
He quickly pointed to a place, about a mile away from here.
Yang Zhen walked over quickly.
This place is full of that kind of weed called Imperata. The memory of this kind of grass is only ten days at most.
Yang Zhen stood at the place where the resident disciple named Jiang Cheng died and looked around.
Suddenly, his eyes lit up. There was a redwood tree at the foot of the mountain in the distance.
The memory of this kind of tree lasts for a month.
"When was the day when Chiang Kai-shek was killed in his hometown?" he asked casually.
The village chief counted on his fingers for a while and replied: "March 21st."
Today is April 15th, Yang Zhen thought to herself, luckily, it’s less than a month.
"What monster bit him to death?" he continued to ask.
"Iron-eating lynx."
The iron-eating lynx is a first-level juvenile and mostly second-level monster as an adult. It likes to eat all kinds of refined iron ore and has a very ferocious temperament, with a pair of particularly sharp fangs.
"Is there an iron-eating lynx here?" Yang Zhen asked doubtfully.
"Occasionally, in the past, villagers were bitten to death by this monster."
"Didn't the town send anyone to arrest him?"
"I've been here before. I heard they were driven away, but I didn't expect it to show up again now."
"When was it discovered?"
"The next morning, it was Old Man Chen who reported the news."
"Oh."
While answering questions, Yang Zhen walked towards the redwood forest at the foot of the mountain. The village chief didn't know why and followed closely behind. Liang Chongjun, Liang Xingyun and others hung far behind.
Finally arrived in front of the woods.
The longer the memory is read, the longer it takes. Moreover, the woods are nearly a mile away from where Jiang Cheng died, and Yiyi is not sure whether he can still find traces.
Fortunately, the result did not disappoint them.
However, as Yiyi described it, Yang Zhen's heart gradually sank.