Jiaohua

Chapter 1185
The foot of Sanbai Mountain of Perilla Dyeing Workshop is also known as Junnei Township.

There are six big villages in Junnei Township, the biggest one is called Anhezhuang.

When it was about time to apply, many people came to the village temple in Anhezhuang.

Those who spread rumors immediately spread the news, some said that someone in the village would be arrested for committing crimes, and some said that someone in the village was a reclusive expert who was visited here.

At the west end of Anhezhuang, 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 bunch of dried bacon hung on the porch in front of the house, almost the same in 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, all the clothes and household items were clean and smooth, the quilt was folded into long rectangles, meticulously, and there was no hair on the soft cotton and linen pillow.

The middle-aged man frowned, turned and left.

As soon as he left the house, he saw the old man come back with a basket of fish in his hand.

"Master!" The middle-aged man lowered his voice and stepped forward, "Something happened!"

The old man looked calm, his gentle eyes were like the spring and summer of April: "Don't worry, I've heard it all."

Putting the basket of fish in his hand by the well, the old man fetched water slowly: "I was hoping that the little girl would go to the perilla dyeing workshop, and she would come in person. This is a wonderful thing."

"I'm just afraid that there are countless people in this village who go to them and talk nonsense..." the middle-aged man said, looking at the old man's hand pointedly.

The old man's hands are really different from ordinary people, anyone will take a look at them more often.

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, so he let out a "hey".

"Hey." The old man also sighed.

"Master, why are you?" the middle-aged man said.

"Do you know what is the worst thing in this world?"

"what?"

"An Yi." The old man said.

He carried the water to the laundry pool next to him, poured the well water into the basin, and brushed each fish one by one.

The old man continued: "You are dependent on the bitter days of getting up early and staying late in this village, and you have almost forgotten the fun you once had."

The middle-aged man frowned and didn't answer.

At this time, a group of people came out of the courtyard, all of them came back from the gathering at the entrance of the village, chatting emotionally while walking.

The two looked towards them.

The middle-aged man showed anxiety, the old man glanced at him, and said gently: "Otherwise, you can ask."

"Well, then I'll ask!"

The old man watched him push the courtyard door to leave, then turned around and continued to fish.

Brushing and brushing, the old man stopped.

"Fish is free, delicious and tender," the old man murmured in a gentle voice, "Girls from Liling, they are also the freest women in the world~"

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Wu Jin sank to the west, the afterglow flew late, and the green mountains and villages were burned with red golden flames, scorching and dazzling.

Li Guohao followed several villagers from Anhezhuang into the deep mountains and forests. There were countless barren mounds along the road, and the crows flew away with the setting sun on their backs. Thousands of mountains and peaks were shrouded in shadows. After pushing away the weeds taller than people, they finally saw the tomb of Zhang Gongfei .

"It really is!" Li Guohao said.

The lacquer on the stele has long since peeled off, and based on the years when the carvings were carved, this tomb is indeed quite old, at least half a century old.

The villagers leading the way wiped the sweat from their brows, waiting for him to speak.

Li Guohao said: "Few villagers have worked so hard, I will reward you when you go back."

"Thank you, Master!"

"Thank you sir!"

The villagers are busy.

But Li Guohao looked sideways at the soldiers and horses behind him, and waved his hand: "Dig it!"

Several villagers were startled: "My lord, why did you dig it?"

"No way, my lord! How can such an old grave be easily dug, at least you have to choose a date!"

"Besides, the sun is setting now. It would be unlucky to dig a grave now!"

Li Guohao directly ordered them to drive them away.

The soldiers were numerous and quick, and within two quarters of an hour, they planed the entire grave.

The dilapidated coffin, which had been gnawed so badly by the insects, was carried out from the deep pit. The crowd pried away the descendant nails on the coffin, and when the lid was lifted, an old musty smell came out.

Li Guohao took the torch from his deputy and walked away.

Under the dim light of the fire, a dead bone lay inside.

"There's a corpse!" shouted the deputy who followed, "It's not an empty coffin! Miss Ali miscalculated?"

"Shut up!" Li Guohao scolded, "Miss Ali didn't insist that this must be an empty coffin, she just asked us to see if it is empty!"

"Then if this is not the case, this corpse..."

Li Guohao thought for a while, and shouted: "Brothers, let's come in teams, take turns to carry, and bring back the coffin together!"

"Boss, where are the funeral 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, thinking that there is nothing he can do about it.

He has never dared to tell Yan Jun and Xia Jiajun about the matter between Xiaowei Hu and Pan Hui.

In the past few days, they were kind to him, but after surrounding the outskirts of Qu's mansion that day, they treated the soldiers and horses guarding Hengxiang's camp without mercy.

That scene, that wasn't killing people, it was killing pigs and cattle!Corpses lay all over the ground, and blood flowed like rivers!
All the soldiers, neither blinking nor soft, were clearly individuals, yet they looked like living Shuras.

If they knew that he and Yao Xinzheng had deliberately concealed the matter about Colonel Hu and Pan Hui, they might be accused of covering up.

But now more and more corpses of the soldiers guarding the place in Hengxiang were found, and it was hard to guarantee that they would not be questioned one day.

Therefore, Li Guohao thinks he can perform more now, so he will perform more. At least after getting along for a while, he can see that Yan Jun and Xia Jiajun are clearly rewarded and punished.

Everyone carried the coffin and left the deep mountain, but such a steep mountain road corresponds to the old saying that it is easy to go up the mountain and difficult to go down the mountain.

The few villagers who led them into the mountain walked ahead, thinking about what they could do when they went back at night. The brazier must be stepped over.

As we were walking, a villager suddenly pointed his finger forward and exclaimed in surprise, "Look!"

Everyone looked up, and on the towering tall tree, the soldier Li Guohao sent back to report to Xia Zhaoyi was hung 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 terrified, and one of them ran to Li Guohao and yelled, saying that it must be the master of the Zhang family who appeared and came to take revenge.

Li Guohao didn't even look at him, and 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 from the soldier's body to the ground, at least three feet.

"And," the deputy licked his lower lip, and continued to speak with difficulty, "Who hung him up, and how did he hang it up? Could it be... the group who killed the Hengxiang guards?"

Li Guohao's eyes widened for a moment, and a chill ran from his back to his forehead.

(End of this chapter)