The foot of Sanbai Mountain where Zisu Dyeing House is located is also called Junneixiang.
There are six large villages in Junnei Township, the largest village is called Anhezhuang.
When it was almost time, many people came to the village temple in Anhe Village.
People who spread rumors immediately spread the news. Some said that someone in the village had committed a crime and would be arrested, and some said that someone in the village was a reclusive master who was visited here.
At the west end of Anhe Village, a middle-aged man hurriedly walked to a clean and quiet farmyard.
Flowers and herbs were planted all over the small courtyard, and a neat string of dried bacon hung on the porch in front of the house, almost the same thickness and length.
There was no one in the courtyard. The middle-aged man opened the door, but there was still no one inside.
He stepped on the wooden ladder to go upstairs. The room was spotless, his clothes and household items were all clean and smooth, the bedding was folded into long rectangular strips, and he was meticulous, and there was not a hair on the soft cotton and linen pillow.
The middle-aged man frowned, turned and left.
As soon as I left the house, I saw the old man pushing open the courtyard door and coming back, carrying a basket of fish in his hand.
"Master!" The middle-aged man stepped forward in a low voice, "Something happened!"
The old man had a calm expression and a pair of gentle eyes like April and spring: "Don't be anxious, don't be anxious, I've heard it all."
Putting the basket of fish in his hand next to the well, the old man fetched water slowly and leisurely: "I was hoping that when the little girl went to the perilla dyeing workshop, she would come in person. This would be a wonderful thing."
"I'm just afraid that countless people in this village will talk nonsense to them..." the middle-aged man said, looking pointedly at the old man's hand.
The old man's hands are really different from ordinary people, no matter who he is, he will take a few glances at them.
The old man laughed and said: "What are you afraid of? Just run."
Seeing him like this, the middle-aged man didn't know what to say and said "Hey".
"Hey." The old man also sighed.
"Master, why are you crying?" the middle-aged man asked.
"Do you know what is the most unworthy thing in the world?"
"What?"
"Easy." The old man said.
He carried the water to the laundry pool nearby, poured the well water into the basin, and brushed away each fish one by one.
The old man continued: "You are the one who lives in this village. The hard days of waking up early and working late at night have almost forgotten the joy you once had."
The middle-aged man frowned and did not answer.
At this time, a group of people walked outside the hospital, all of whom had returned from a gathering at the entrance of the village. They were chatting excitedly as they walked.
The two looked towards them.
The middle-aged man's eyebrows showed anxiety. The old man glanced at him and said gently: "Why don't you go and ask."
"Well, then I'll ask!"
The old man watched him push the courtyard door and leave, then turned around and continued to fish.
After brushing and brushing, the old man stopped.
"Fish are free, delicious and tender," the old man murmured, his voice gentle, "the girls from Liling are also the freest women in the world~"
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The black gold is sinking in the west, the afterglow is flying late, and the green mountains and villages are burned with red-gold flames, which are dazzling.
Li Guohao followed several villagers from Anhe Village into the deep mountains and forests. There were countless barren tombs along the way. The crows flew behind the sunset, and thousands of mountains and peaks covered the shadows. After pushing aside the weeds that were taller than a person, they finally saw the tomb of Zhang Gongtengfei.
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"It really does!" Li Guohao said.
The paint on the stele has long since peeled off. Judging from the years of carving and cutting, the tomb is indeed very old, at least half a century old.
The villagers leading the way wiped the sweat from their heads and waited for him to speak.
Li Guohao said: "You guys have worked hard. When you go back, I will be rewarded by you."
"Thank you, Master Jun!"
"Thank you, sir!"
The villagers said hurriedly.
But he saw Li Guohao turning sideways to look at the soldiers and horses behind him, and waved his hand: "Dig it!"
Several villagers were startled: "Sir, why are you digging it?"
"No way, sir! How can it be so easy to dig such an old grave? At least you have to pick a day!"
"And the sun has set now. It would be unlucky to dig a grave now!"
Li Guohao directly ordered them to be driven away.
The soldiers were outnumbered and quick, and they leveled the entire grave in less than two quarters of an hour.
The dilapidated coffin, which had been gnawed by insects, was lifted out of the pit. Everyone pried off the nails on the coffin. When the lid of the coffin was lifted, an old musty smell filled the nostrils.
Li Guohao took the torch from his deputy and walked away.
Under the dim light of the fire, a withered skeleton lay inside.
"There is a body!" the deputy who followed shouted, "It's not an empty coffin! Did Miss Ali miscalculate?"
"Shut up!" Li Guohao scolded, "Miss Ah Li didn't insist that this must be an empty coffin, she just asked us to see if it was an empty coffin!"
"Then if this is not the case, these bones..."
Li Guohao thought for a while and shouted: "Brothers, let's divide into teams and take turns carrying the coffin back!"
"Boss, where are the funerary objects?" a soldier asked.
"Take them all away!" Li Guohao said.
Seeing dissatisfaction on the faces of several soldiers, Li Guohao took a deep breath and thought that there was nothing he could do.
He had never dared to tell the people of Yan Jun and Xia Jiajun about Captain Hu and Pan Hui.
In the past few days, they were relatively kind to him, but that day after outflanking Qu's mansion, they treated the soldiers and horses guarding Hengxiang with no mercy at all.
That scene was not killing people, it was killing pigs and cows! Corpses were strewn all over the ground, and blood flowed like rivers!
All the soldiers were unblinking and unyielding. They were clearly human beings, but they also looked like living Shura.
If they knew that he and Yao Xinzheng had deliberately concealed the affairs of Captain Hu and Pan Hui, they might be accused of harboring the crime.
And now more and more bodies of the soldiers guarding the place in Hengxiang are being discovered, and there is no guarantee that one day they will not be questioned.
Therefore, Li Guohao thought that he should show off as much as he could now. At least after getting along for a while, he could see that Yan Jun and Xia Jiajun had clear rewards and punishments.
Everyone carried the coffin and left the deep mountains, but such a steep mountain road was in compliance with the old saying that it is easier to go up the mountain than to go down.
The few villagers who led them into the mountain walked in front, thinking about what they could do when they went back at night. The brazier was bound to be stepped on.
As we were walking, a villager suddenly pointed his hand forward and exclaimed: "Look!"
Everyone looked up. On the towering tree, the soldier Li Guohao first sent back to report to Xia Zhaoyi was hung up by his neck, his body swaying in the evening wind.
Everyone was shocked.
Li Guohao pushed aside the crowd and stepped forward, looking up at the soldier.
Several villagers were frightened, and one person came and shouted at Li Guohao, saying that it must be the master of the Zhang family who came to take revenge.
Li Guohao didn't even look at him, but slapped him on the ground with his backhand.
The deputy stepped forward and said softly: "Boss, this is too high, we don't have a ladder..."
Li Guohao looked at the distance between the soldier's body and the ground. It was at least three feet.
"And," the deputy licked his lips and continued speaking with difficulty, "who hung him up and how? Could it be... the group of people who killed Hengxiang and guarded his place?"
Li Guohao's eyes widened for an instant, and a chill ran down his spine and to his forehead.
