Zhao Luoyang returned home and told Mr. Song and the Zhao family what he had seen tonight.
Zhao Yuanrang and Zhao Yuanji insisted on coming over. When they heard how miserable Zhang Yuan's body was, Zhao Yuanji couldn't help but squeezed towards Tao, obviously frightened.
The two of them went to the city with their sister and heard those people talking about Zhang Xiucai. They also bought Zhang Xiucai's book and just read it with Mr. Song.
Mr. Song praised Zhang Xiucai as a man full of knowledge.
Zhao Yuanji was envious from the bottom of his heart, but he didn't expect his sister to come back and tell them that Zhang Yuan was dead.
It is not uncommon for people to die, but it is different to be killed by others. Not to mention Zhao Yuanrang and Zhao Yuanji, even Luo Zhenniang, Tao Shi, Ge Shi and others felt cold in their hearts. They did not expect that there are such vicious people in this world.
Luo Zhenniang said: "Did the Liu family do that? Were they the ones who killed the girl in the village and the scholar Zhang?"
Zhao Luoyang nodded.
Zhao Xueli and Zhao Xuejing looked at each other. When they went to Huangjiazhuang to pull things, they were filled with joy. They did not expect that the fire was deliberately caused by someone, and that two lives were lost after the fire.
If they had known this in advance, they would not have dared to go to Zhuangzi to pull things.
Mrs. Yang had known for a long time that Taozhou might not be at peace, but she didn't expect it to happen so quickly, but she was used to comforting everyone.
Old Mrs. Yang said: "It's not unusual. Natural disasters and man-made disasters don't happen all the time. As long as the government office can investigate the case and arrest all those people, peace will gradually prevail."
Zhao Xueyi, who had been silent, frowned: "The walls in the village need to be built higher." He wondered whether sharp stones and wooden branches should be added to the walls.
Mrs. Tao hugged Zhao Yuanji with one hand and touched her bulging belly with the other. She was a little scared, but she was also glad that they had a place to stay.
At least the village is full of acquaintances, and men will still check in the village at night.
For the rest, if they don't eat well and wear thin clothes, it doesn't seem to matter.
Zhao Xuejing was thankful that he had saved Mr. Zhao in advance. Their sixteen families could live together. If Sun Ji was the head of the family and the brothers had to be separated, wouldn't it be more like being at the mercy of others?
Mr. Song looked at Zhao Luoyang: "I want you to go to the village tomorrow?"
Zhao Luoyang said: "Sister Awei invited me to be a guest. She said that the people in the village wanted to thank me."
Mr. Song nodded: "Be careful when you go. In Taozhou, the stockade is still different." However, the little fox is also very powerful. The Taozhou Yamen Office has met him. Now he is going to the stockade again. It won't take a few months. Taozhou's
She figured out the situation clearly.
When the time comes, your mind will be bright and your eyes will be bright, but you are still afraid that your life will not be good?
After saying this, Mr. Song continued: "It would be great if Zhang Yuan's case could be settled now, but I'm afraid there might be other involvements. We are new here and I'm afraid we don't know the inside story. Don't act rashly."
He, a close disciple, is smart and courageous. He doesn't find it strange that she gets involved in any number of things. How many things have happened to her?
She said she wanted to get to know the officials in Taozhou, so she picked up Ding Rong. Just when she went to the city to buy Zhang Yuan's books, Zhang Yuan died.
Mr. Song also heard that Little Fox sold a lot of rat skins. Where did the rat skins come from? Mrs. Yang asked him tentatively, her eyes...as if he had given them the rat skins.
He was so confused that he couldn't help but call Song Er over and ask if they had brought seventy or eighty rat skins with them when they came to Taozhou.
Mr. Song looked at Zhao Luoyang with doubts. He was a little skeptical whether Zhao Xiaoxu had someone guiding her behind her, and whether she had quietly found some backer.
Has someone always given her things and taught her how to do things? Otherwise, why would Mr. Zhao and the Wang family all come to Fengxia Village?
Of course, he can't ask the little fox now. Even if this is true, the little fox won't tell him the truth. He has to seize the evidence and hold her down so that she can't defend herself.
He was not afraid of anything else, he was just afraid that the little fox would rely on his cleverness to be tricked and not even realize it.
Just as Mr. Song was thinking about this, he found that Mrs. Yang was looking at him again.
What are you looking at? He can't help but blow his beard and stare. Why are you staring at him all day? Just take care of her little granddaughter if you can. Besides, the things her little granddaughter is doing behind her back have nothing to do with him.
However, Mr. Song still held back. He could not show his emotions in front of Mrs. Yang and others. He was a Confucian scholar. He would study in order to organize the government in the future. How could he not be able to suppress his temper?
The most important thing is that there are some things about the little fox that he doesn’t know. If Mrs. Yang asks him, wouldn’t it be a loss of face?
Mr. Song stood up and walked out, stroking his beard. Zhao Luoyang hurriedly got up and helped Mr. Song.
When the old man and the young man walked out, Luo Zhenniang looked at Old Mrs. Yang: "Mother, do you need to tell Sister Luo whether it's okay to go to the stockade tomorrow? We don't know who is in the stockade."
Mrs. Yang was reluctant to talk about her granddaughter, but she still managed it: "I know, I will talk about her."
Luo Zhenniang sighed, and she seemed to be coping.
Mrs. Yang said dissatisfiedly: "Why don't you believe me?"
"I believe you," Luo Zhenniang said, "If I don't believe you, can I leave Sister Luo under your control?" As a result, she can control everything in heaven and earth.
Old Mrs. Yang said: "Don't you have to look for your roots when doing things? How capable can Sister Luo be? Isn't there someone guiding her behind the scenes?"
Luo Zhenniang was stunned for a moment, but quickly recovered: "You mean Mr. Song?"
"Well," Old Mrs. Yang said, "I think Mr. Song is aware of what is going on in the village. Not only Mr. Song, but Mr. Zhao should also know about it. They didn't stop Sister Luo. It's probably okay. But what will happen next? I
You have to keep an eye on it.”
She looked at Mr. Song, if Mr. Song gave Sister Luo any bad ideas, she would have to stop him.
Old Mrs. Yang said: "Tomorrow morning, I will go to deliver food to Mr. Song."
Now that Mrs. Yang has an idea, what else can Luo Zhenniang say?
…
Zhao Luoyang sent Mr. Song back to the house and put down three kilograms of polished rice.
The polished rice, flour, and eggs exchanged in the system cannot be sold in the future. There are not many items, so they must be kept for the family.
Mr. Song looked at the little fox's filial piety and said, "What do you want to say?"
"Nothing," Zhao Luoyang said, "I just saw it in the city and bought it to keep my husband healthy."
He didn't believe it. Mr. Song said, "Say it, I'm listening."
Zhao Luoyang brought a cup of hot water to Mr. Song: "Sir, I will go to the stockade tomorrow, but I still don't know anything about the stockade."
"I know that they came to Taozhou a few years ago. These people may be related to Zanpu before Xibo. I heard my grandfather talk about Xibo. I speculate that Zanpu at that time was Wusong Festival, our prosperous country.
Didn’t Princess Le marry Wusongjie? Did Princess Changle pass away when they moved here? These people are from Xibo, but they are willing to stay in Daqi. Is there any inside story in this?"
"The village does not interact with outsiders. Is it because of different habits, or is there some secret that you don't want to be discovered? Also, do you know if there are any descendants...or subordinates who stayed after the death of Princess Wusongjie and Princess Changle?
Sir, do you know all this?"
Mr. Song stared at Zhao Luoyang. Did he come to ask him for advice or to cause trouble?
Her grandfather also knew about Usong Festival? That’s amazing! How could he be as good as her grandfather?
One question after another.
The most irritating thing is that he can't answer any of them.
Doesn't this mean she knows nothing about the village? She knows too much!
Zhao Luoyang looked at Mr. Song with an even deeper look.
Shi Jiu said in his mind: "Mr. Song has increased your charm points by 8 points, 12 points, 18 points..."
Zhao Luoyang blinked: "These are the affairs of Xibo. Maybe sir is not clear about it, so I won't ask these questions. Does sir know Jiang Wei, the magistrate of Taozhou? It was this magistrate Jiang who put the stockade into Taozhou at that time.
.”
"Zhang Yuan's father once worked for Jiang Zhizhou. This time the Liu family happened to deal with Zhang Yuan and Zhaizi. Do you think this case is related to some old things?"
"You should know something about Jiang Zhizhou, right? If you don't know about Jiang Zhizhou, the next three magistrates should know something about it? You all know about Sun Ji, I think..."
In his mind, Shi Jiu kept counting: 22 o'clock, 28 o'clock.
Finally, Mr. Song said: "What are you thinking about? You are thinking too much and asking so many questions. Who do you think I am? A god?" He kept asking, but he stopped talking and she was still asking.
No eyesight at all.
Do you have to embarrass her husband by asking her questions?
"Get out," Mr. Song said, "I'm going to sleep."
Zhao Luoyang said: "Sir, you can just say anything."
Mr. Song stared: "Get out."
Zhao Luoyang had no choice but to walk out dejectedly, but when she left the door, she raised her head.
"Is the charm worth a lot?" Zhao Luoyang asked.
"many."
"Is it still going up?"
Shi Jiu's voice was gentle, with a hint of smile: "It's still rising."
Zhao Luoyang said: "Then wait a moment."
Shi Jiu said: "Stand inside to get warmer."
Two more moments later, Zhao Luoyang felt really cold and shouted at the door: "Sir, I'm going back."
Since Qing hadn't left for so long, Mr. Song picked up the crutch and threw it against the closed door.
Shi Jiu said: "32 o'clock."
enough.
Zhao Luoyang nodded, and the water flowed slowly.
Shi Jiu said: "Aren't you afraid that your husband will be angry?"
"Sir, you are not that kind of person," Zhao Luoyang said. "I also encourage you. If you have great ambitions, you should study more. You don't have any acquaintances in Taozhou? If you don't know anything, you might be able to ask others."
, Sir, when you have something to do, you can’t think about anything else, so you have less worries.”
"It makes sense," Shi Jiu said, "Now you can go back and rest."
Zhao Luoyang responded.
After cleaning up, Zhao Luoyang lay down, but when she closed her eyes, the tragic scene of Zhang Yuan's body appeared in her mind.
"Don't be afraid," Shi Jiu said, "I'm here and I'll accompany you."
Zhao Luoyang nodded.
…
Enter Zhuangzi.
Huai Guang is guarding Xiao Yu. The prince promised that he would wake up at night. Why is he still "asleep" so late?