The leader is a Mr. Zhou. Ever since Xiao Yanlang took up the post of official in Jiangdong, their life has become much better. Mr. Zhou’s family could no longer survive, so he was already preparing to leave the city by himself before winter came.
He could also save some food for his family so that his great-grandson, who was less than a year old, could live a few more days.
But who would have thought? Xiao Yanlang had just come here and found a job for them. Even he, an old man who was about to decay, could get some money every day and no longer had to worry about food and clothing.
Everyone is privately offering sacrifices to Xiao Yanlang in the shrine, hoping that Master Qingtian will be healthy and safe. Mr. Zhou is naturally one of them. But who would have thought that those shrines are still burning incense, but
Xiao Yanlang, his body has long been gone, and he cannot come back?
"Speaking of which, Brother Yan, I remember that you and Xiao Yanlang are not from Jiangdong, right? Then why do you want to be officials in Jiangdong?"
Why did Mr. Zhou ask about this matter at this time? Is it because he wanted to put aside the relationship? Mr. Zhou's son who was accompanying him tugged on his father's sleeves anxiously, not understanding why his father would say such things at this time.
Butler Yan paused, but he didn't mind, and then told them their origins.
"Indeed, the young master and I are not common people in Jiangdong. The young master had a hard life. He was originally from a wealthy family. Unfortunately, all the young and old in the family were lost due to an epidemic and family strife. The family property was robbed by other wealthy families.
, only Lao Chan, a useless old man and young master, survived by chance."
"At that time, we were all kicked out. We ran all the way to make a living, but we were looked down upon and tasted all the kindness of others. Only in Jiangdong, we were saved by the people here. We had a good meal and slept.
Have a good sleep. At that time, the people of Jiangdong were not having an easy time, but they were still willing to help us. At that time, the young master said that one day he would grow up and do something for the people here."
"When the young master became the number one scholar, he was supposed to enter the Imperial Academy as a sixth-grade editor according to the convention, but instead he asked for devolution and came to Jiangdong as an official. Day after day, even the old man felt that Jiang Dong was the one
It feels like homeland.”
The old housekeeper came out of his memories, looked at the old Mr. Zhou, and sighed deeply.
"Brother Zhou, this is our own business. Don't worry, I won't implicate you. When we leave, you can file a lawsuit."
"Butler Yan!"
"Father!"
"Old Master Yan!"
There was a sudden resounding sound of restraint all around.
Mr. Zhou closed his eyes, and when he opened them, his originally cloudy eyes took on a breathtaking and thrilling brilliance.
He slowly approached the coffin, and when he saw the headless corpse inside, he couldn't help but burst into tears even though he had been prepared.
"I'm a bad old man with dirt buried up to my neck. If I hadn't had a good official like Master Yan, I would have died a long time ago. God, why can't I open my eyes? Why is such a good official like Master Yan still dead?"
What? What kind of corruption and perversion of the law, what kind of conspiracy, Mr. Yan even refused to accept the fruits and vegetables we sent, even if he accepted it reluctantly, he would secretly give money afterward. How could such a person, such a good official, be corrupt and pervert the law? He
Where did he get corrupted? He is an official of Jiang Dong’s parents, how come we didn’t know that he took bribes and violated the law here? "
"This is all slander!"
"Hey, if you want to accuse someone, why bother?"
Mr. Zhou also studied for several years, but he gave up because of the bad times later. Some people around him did not understand what he said, and some of them knew a few words under Xiao Yanlang's hard teaching.
The son couldn't help crying with sadness.
In this world, in this world, why do good people die and bad people live? Are those royal laws only written for poor people like them?
"Xiao Yanlang, you have done so much for us Jiangdong people, how can we Jiangdong people forget?! Who can forget?!"
"I won't forget!"
A childish voice sounded. It turned out to be Mr. Zhou's great-grandson who was only five years old. At this moment, he clenched his little fist and waved it fiercely towards the sky. At such a young age, he didn't even understand what a court was.
Already know what hatred is.
The little guy didn't know anything about the important matters of his family and country. He only knew that Xiao Yanlang was so good that he used his own money to open many kindergartens for these little guys and let them eat an egg every day. He also let them read and practice calligraphy.
Let them be considerate of their parents and family...
The world of children is black and white. Xiaoyanlang is a good person, but those who harm him are all bad people!
Master Yan Mingming is so good. If he were a girl, I would definitely marry him when she grows up! However, such a good person can only lie in a dark coffin with his head missing.
"I want Xiaoyanlang to come back! He must miss us very much! It would be great if, if I grow up a little bit, I can go with Xiaoyanlang when he leaves, and I can be a book boy. That way, I will be there
If you stay with me, Xiao Yanlang will not die alone in a strange place..."
The child's words were very immature, but they touched the hearts of everyone present.
Yes, their little Yan Lang, their Master Yan, died alone in a foreign country. How did he survive the three months in prison alone?
The blue sky and yellow sun are up, and they are willing to take their place! But at that time, no one knew it. They were all thinking about getting ready for spring plowing, so that when Xiaoyanlang returns in spring, they can show Xiaoyanlang
I appreciate their efforts and see the beautiful Jiangdongcheng, which is Xiaoyanlang’s hometown!
A group of people wiped their tears silently. Mr. Zhou glanced at Cui Qinghe, whose eyes were full of blood and was unconscious. He was old and had never seen anything. At this moment, he knew that this young child was a little crazy. So he softly persuaded him.
Give him a handful.
"Guard Cui, I know that you are a strong martial artist, but no matter how strong your martial skills are, you still have to recharge your batteries in order to do one thing well. The first thing we have to do now is to take the master's head with him.
Come back and don't let him continue to suffer from the wind and frost. Secondly, we must redress the grievances! Even if the emperor on the dragon throne does not admit it, we must let the world know your merits and virtues, and we cannot let future generations slander your innocence!
"
Mr. Zhou's old eyes were filled with a sad light.
"The more they want to smear your reputation, the more we have to clear your name! So that everyone will know that it was the people in the Beiming court who unjustly killed an unparalleled good official! It was the people in that court,
A good official who is ashamed to admit that he feels inferior!"
