After careful calculation, the fact that Feng Ying stole Qinling's secret recipe and intended to rebel was actually only Ren Qing's guess from beginning to end.
Even the only evidence of this matter was what Xiao Han found: the aide in Hou Junji's house was the first to appear in this neighborhood!
Apart from this, there is no clue that can link the Qinling incident to Feng Ang.
Of course, according to Xiao Han, this cannot be said to be any evidence!
After all, people have legs and can move around the world! Even if they run to Lingnan, you can't say that he is a member of the Feng family, right?
"Could it be that we really made a mistake? But how should we explain the saltpeter thing?"
In the yard, Ren Qing was still thinking hard, but outside the yard, various sounds came faintly.
"Mr. Feng is back!"
"Hurry and get ready. I can worship Mrs. Xian with Mr. Feng later!"
Hearing the sound outside, in the courtyard, everyone who had been waiting impatiently got up one after another, arranged their clothes, and prepared for the sacrificial rituals. A few anxious ones had already trotted to the door, ready to grab the last seat.
The position of showing one’s face.
"Ahem, you all will follow me in a moment. Don't wander around."
When he also heard the news that Feng Ang was coming back soon, Boss Chen became nervous. He looked around and before others noticed, he quickly whispered instructions to Xiao Han and Ren Qing in the corner.
"Are we going together too?" Xiao Han heard Boss Chen's words and rolled his eyes twice. He didn't know what he thought of, and his expression suddenly felt weird.
Realizing that something was wrong with Xiao Han's eyes, Boss Chen immediately felt a thump in his heart and asked tremblingly: "Brother, King! You don't want to do business here..."
"What's the deal here?"
When Xiao Han heard what Mr. Chen said, he was stunned for a moment, but soon understood the meaning of his words, and suddenly he couldn't laugh or cry.
I don’t know what’s going on in this guy’s mind. Even if they were really kidnappers and wanted to kidnap someone, they wouldn’t go to Feng’s house to kidnap Feng Ang? Do they really think they are old people who eat arsenic because they think they will live longer?
"Don't worry, we are still young, we didn't expect to die young so soon!" He comforted the uneasy Mr. Chen, who couldn't help but laugh or cry. However, Mr. Chen's look clearly showed disbelief.
However, Xiao Han was too lazy to explain to him. Seeing that the Feng family had sent someone to inform them to go to the door of the house, he quickly pulled Ren Qing, who was still frowning and thinking, and squeezed outside together.
Outside the gate of Feng Mansion.
Xiao Han and Ren Qing struggled to squeeze out from behind the shopkeepers. When they looked outside, they found that the wide road at the door was no longer as empty as when they came in the morning.
On both sides of the road, in addition to guests like them who came to worship the Feng family, there were countless people wearing various costumes, as well as a long row of altar tables of different sizes and shapes.
"Why are there so many altar tables!"
Seeing this scene, even Xiao Han felt his heart tremble!
There was no way, there were too many altar tables in front of him, so many that Xiao Han had never seen so many altar tables in his entire life!
Looking around, one after another, the altar tables are connected together like a long queue, stretching from the front to the distance that cannot be seen in the distance! A rough estimate is that there must be at least a thousand tables!
The altar tables are very long and there are many!
And the number of sacrifices placed on the altar table is countless!
Here, there are more luxurious ones, with huge pig heads, sheep heads, and cow heads placed on the table! The whole table is packed to the brim.
Of course, in addition to this, there are also simpler offerings tables, on which are offered chicken, duck, melon, fish, and even noodles and fruits. Although it looks a little simpler than Sansheng, each plate of tributes can be seen to be carefully prepared.
traces of reason.
"Could these people bring these altar tables spontaneously?" After being stunned for a while, Xiao Han came back to his senses and looked behind the altar in shock.
Behind these altar tables, there are figures of different shapes.
At a glance, there were not only Han people and Miao people, but also many races that Xiao Han had never seen or heard of! Even Xiao Han could see a few figures wearing animal skins with feathers on their heads in the corner.
"Good boy! Even the savages are here?"
Feeling a little dizzy, Xiao Han supported Ren Qing beside him and managed to stand firm.
The scene that happened in front of him today really shocked his cognition!
It is estimated that in the whole world, so many people of different races and beliefs can be gathered together to worship one person devoutly! Only Mrs. Jiao Guo and Mrs. Xian can do it!
"No wonder Xiao Lizi is so afraid of Feng Ang. If I were sitting in Xiao Lizi's position, I would have sent people to kill all the Feng family members!"
Xiao Han, who knew the power of his faith, was still muttering secretly. On the long street, someone suddenly shouted: "Coming? Coming!"
Following this shout, the whole street fell silent!
Followed by almost everyone's eyes, all looking towards the street!
Xiao Han was awakened by the sound and stood on tiptoe, looking towards the street!
In that direction, surrounded by incense and candles, a large group of people were slowly coming along the street. At the front of the crowd, the old man wearing a plain blue robe and holding a tablet in his hand was the current head of the Feng family, Feng Ang?
"Didn't he say he went to meet the gods? Why do so many people still have to go?"
Seeing the large group of people walking in his direction, Xiao Han was surprised again and couldn't help but murmured in a low voice.
"Those people are all members of the Feng family, or the most precious guests, so they can welcome the gods with Feng Ang!"
Ren Qing heard Xiao Han's muttering, frowned, and explained to him in a low voice.
"Oh, that is to say, these people are the closest people to the Feng family!" Xiao Han suddenly realized, he opened his eyes wide again and looked at those people, which made poor Chen's heart tremble at the sight.
"Isn't this Thousand-Knife Killer trying to identify someone so that he can be kidnapped for meat later?"
I don't know what Boss Chen was thinking, but when Feng Ang walked less than a hundred steps from the gate of the mansion, a familiar voice from Xiao Han rang out on the long street.
"Welcome Mrs. Xian home!"
"Welcome Mrs. Xian home!"
As Manager Hu shouted loudly, people on the whole street bowed and saluted, and then shouted the same sentence in their own languages.
"Sister Chu, do these people really respect Mrs. Xian so much..."
Xun'er followed the person in front and walked forward slowly, looking at the crowd around him curiously with a pair of big eyes.
