The man carrying the bucket of dog blood is named Niu Dazhuang. He is a native of Qingyang County and is 28 years old.
One summer night twenty years ago, his father, Niu Baoyuan, went to his mulberry tree garden to watch the night as usual.
Their mulberry garden is well maintained. The leaves are wide and full, shaped like a heart, exuding a green and shiny luster. They are deeply loved by Qingyang silkworms in Qingyang County.
Therefore, although their family does not rely on sericulture for a living, they can still live a prosperous life with the abundant yields of this mulberry orchard.
However, because of this, some people have developed ideas about his mulberry leaves. If they can steal some mulberry leaves and sell them, they can make a lot of money.
How could Niu Baoyuan not know what these thieves were thinking? He stepped up his patrols at night and did not dare to relax even a moment.
Xu Daming was one of these thieves. He sneaked into Niu's mulberry garden on a rainy night to hide himself, picked two baskets of mulberry leaves, and prepared to leave quietly. But Niu Baoyuan stared at the mulberry leaves just like he stared at the gold ingots under the quilt of his own bed. He would come to check if there was any sign of trouble, so he immediately discovered Xu Daming.
One chases and the other runs.
Struggled together in the dark.
Such a big movement alerted the neighbors who were on night watch in the mulberry tree garden nearby, and they quickly came over with torches to take a look. Just in time to see Niu Baoyuan being stabbed in the chest by his thief Xu Daming, he died immediately.
This is because stealing mulberry leaves kills people.
Everyone swarmed up, grabbed Xu Daming, and took him to the government. The county magistrate at that time saw that all the witnesses and material evidence were available, so he directly sentenced Xu Daming to beheading and executed it immediately.
I thought that twenty years had passed since this incident. Niu Baoyuan's sons had grown up, got married, had children, continued to run their own mulberry garden, and lived a good life.
But the day before yesterday, I heard that someone had built a large tomb in Qingyangpo. The tombstone turned out to be Xu Daming's name. Naturally, I was furious. I carried a bucket of dog blood and led my brothers up the mountain aggressively.
"Why should we build such a large tomb for a thief?" Niu Dazhuang's voice was loud, venting his dissatisfaction. It's right to think about it. When he was only eight years old, he must not be able to let go of his father's tragic death.
The foreman who built the tomb stood up, and he didn't even feel the slightest bit afraid. "Niu Dazhuang, don't make trouble here. I don't care specifically why the tomb was built, or who is buried in the tomb. I just work. If people give me money, I will work. . If you are not happy, you can sue the government. However, I also tell you, you will not win if you sue. People have money to build monuments and big tombs for their ancestors. What can you do? Otherwise, you can give your father If you want to make a big tomb too, I’ll do it for you and save you some money.”
"Ah!" Niu Dazhuang became even more unhappy after hearing this. He took his brothers and picked up wooden sticks and went forward to destroy the top of the newly built tomb... For a while, the scene was extremely chaotic.
Sima Ying immediately took Yang Xianrong's hand and escaped from the chaos at an extremely fast speed, for fear of being accidentally injured.
Yang Xianrong also knew that the current situation was no longer suitable for staying any longer, so he followed Sima Ying and ran down the mountain. The two of them held hands together tightly, and they didn't even dare to say too much, they just ran as fast as they could.
Fortunately, these paths can lead to the bottom of the mountain. Although the mulberry trees are not tall, their leaves are large and will not be scratched. The two people quickly ran down the mountain and stood panting in a safe and spacious place. They checked each other's safety with their eyes, and then laughed again.
It is unprecedented for a prince and a queen to be so embarrassed.
Turning around to look at the mountain, there were still sounds of shouting. But such a thing cannot be solved by the two of them.
After adjusting her breath, Sima Ying asked her: "Where to go next? Are you going back?"
"No. It's hard not to have Cuixi and the others following us. Let's take a walk for a while." Yang Xianrong was very playful. He was in a very happy mood after just such a run. This is the first time since I became a queen that I have run so freely in the mountains and forests.
I used to have a lot of fun when I was in Tai'an County, but after becoming a queen, I had to pay attention to my appearance at all times. Even if I laughed a few times, I would hear Zhang Lianghao and Luzhu coughing. It was really irritating. Now that I can do this, my whole body is sweating, and I feel much better.
"Where to go?" Sima Ying continued to ask. He found that after running around like this, he was actually hungry. He still had that hungry feeling, which he had never experienced in his life. "How about we go have a meal first?"
"No restaurant." Yang Xianrong replied immediately.
"It doesn't matter, roadside stalls are fine too." Sima Ying thought of the small mixed noodles restaurant yesterday and couldn't help laughing, because the mixed noodles were indeed delicious.
"Then go and eat steamed buns. Yesterday I saw a steamed bun shop on the long street. Each steamed bun is bigger than my fist." Yang Xianrong raised his fist, and Sima Ying was suddenly stunned. Because he had been holding her little hand just now, and it turned out to be so fair and petite. I don't know why, but I suddenly felt a little urge in my heart to try what a bun as big as her fist would taste like.
"Let's go, let's go. I'm starving to death." Finally, Sima Ying did not say the word "my king" in front of her, but tugged on her sleeves with a smile on her face.
Yang Xianrong laughed out loud when he saw that his fair face, known as the Jade-faced Prince, actually had some stubble, and said, "Look how nice it is here. The prince without official authority looks much better."
"Is it because there is stubble?" Sima Ying was indeed very sensitive and reached out to touch her chin, "It was too early this morning and I didn't have time to wash up... Your Majesty..."
"Hey, don't call me like that, you won't expose me." Yang Xianrong stopped him in time, because there were already many passers-by walking on the path, "How about this? When we are in uniform outside, you can Call me Rong'er, and I'll call you Brother Ying, okay?"
"...Why brother Ying?" Sima Ying was very puzzled.
"That's how the emperor called you, so it's not wrong for me to call you that, right?" Yang Xianrong's face was serious, and it seemed to make sense.
"Then how about I call you Sheep Meie? Anyway, I think the Emperor calls you that too." Sima Ying refused to admit defeat.
Yang Xianrong looked at him and suddenly laughed, "If you want to shout like this, I don't have any objection. Hahaha, then I'll listen if you shout."
"Yang bleat." As soon as these three words came out, Sima Ying suddenly understood the reason for her laughter. At this moment, he actually felt like he was transforming into a fool emperor, stupidly following behind Yang Xianrong, his voice was They all have a hint of coquettishness.
