, wonderful and free of pop-ups! Yang Ruoqing placed all the melon and fruit offerings she brought on the small tomb in front of her.
This is a tomb built by Wang Ling for his son.
After his son's brain was brutally sucked by Rich Man Li, no bones were left.
Yang Ruoqing stood by the grave, looking at the small raised earth bag in front of her, frowning slightly.
Luo Fengtang squatted aside, putting some tissue paper in a brazier and carrying it with him.
If there really is another world.
If these burning papyrus can really bring wealth to the people of that world.
I hope this poor child will have a good life in another world!
The mountain breeze blew the conversation over there into her ears.
She came back to her senses and looked over there.
Wang Ling was chatting quietly with an unfamiliar man under the tree over there.
Judging from the way the man was dressed, he must have been sent by Mr. Zou to find Wang Ling.
"...My lord, let me tell you that the situation has changed..."
"...Li Wencai was kidnapped from the water prison and went to the north..."
"...It's probably someone from the cult he joined that did it..."
The messenger left.
Wang Ling was still standing under the tree alone, his face looking very ugly.
Suddenly, a fist struck the tree in front of him.
The whole big tree shook, and the leaves rustled down.
Then he lifted his feet and started to leave.
A sound and shadow passed by, blocking the way to Wang Ling.
It's Luo Fengtang.
"Brother Wang, where are you going?"
Luo Fengtang asked.
Wang Ling's eyebrows were furrowed, his face was terrifyingly gloomy, and his whole body was filled with murderous aura.
"Old Gou Li escaped. I'm going to chase him back and kill him!"
Wang Ling said.
Luo Fengtang frowned.
At this time, Yang Ruoqing came over.
"The north is so big, you can't find anyone else if you chase after them so recklessly," she said.
"What's more, the other party is not a person, but a sect, an organization, and there is a dedicated person to handle it."
"It won't help if you go!" she said.
Wang Ling raised his eyes, which were burned red by the fire of hatred.
He looked at Yang Ruoqing and said in a trembling voice: "My son's body is still cold, his wife and daughter's whereabouts are unknown, and now, the murderer has escaped. If I don't chase him, I will feel even worse!"
Yang Ruoqing sighed softly.
"Impulse will not solve the problem."
"A gentleman's revenge is never too late in ten years. If you follow our established steps, you will surely kill your enemy with blood!"
…
I don’t know what brothers Yang Huazhong and Yang Huazhou told Old Yang Touna.
I don’t know how Old Yangtou did Tongtan’s ideological work.
Anyway, in the afternoon of the next day, Yang Huazhou drove the carriage and took Bao Suyun back to the village.
Mrs. Sun went over to help Bao Suyun clean up the house and make the bed.
Bao Suyun and Yang Huazhou also ate dinner that day in Sanfang.
The craftsmen were also there, and Blacksmith Luo and Luo Fengtang also came over.
Yang Huazhong also invited Lao Suntou and his uncle over to have a drink together.
Very lively.
…
"So serious, what are you looking at?"
A clear female voice suddenly came from behind.
Luo Fengtang was startled for a moment, then turned around and saw Yang Ruoqing coming in from the door of the house with a smile.
He panicked and put the thing he was thinking about in front of him under his sleeves.
"Qing'er, you, why are you here?"
He stood up and asked her in a loud voice.
She ignored his question and glanced at the bottom of his sleeves.
He stretched out his hand towards him: "What is it? Bring it to me and take a look."
"No, nothing..."
He shook his head and took a step back.
She took a step forward and put her hands on her hips.
"I've seen it all, and you're still lying?" she asked.
"Haha, I understand!"
"Some woman must have embroidered the veil for you, so you don't dare to show me..."
Before the voice could even finish, something was taken out from the bottom of his sleeve and stuffed into her hand.
"The more you talk, the more ridiculous it becomes!" he said.
Yang Ruoqing opened the things in her hands and looked down.
She was surprised.
"Isn't this the map used to encircle and suppress the bandits?" she asked.
Luo Fengtang nodded, "Yes, that's the one."
"Just look at the map. Why are you hiding? It's not like I won't let you look at it, really!"
She smiled and scolded him, then waved her hand and put the map back into his hand.
Turn around and go to the clothes cabinet over there.
Open the cabinet, carry all the clothes inside to the empty bed here, and arrange them there.
It's almost May.
The fifth day of May is the Dragon Boat Festival.
There is a proverb in this area: After eating Dragon Boat Festival rice dumplings, you will be given cold clothes.
The general idea is that after the Dragon Boat Festival is over, summer will officially enter.
Winter clothes and coats can be stored in the cabinet.
So, taking advantage of her free time today, she packed up her own clothes and came over to help the two men pack them.
Luo Fengtang followed with the map in his hand.
Seeing her concentrating on arranging her clothes, he stood aside and hesitated to speak.
"Why are you acting like a little bitch? Just say whatever you want, I won't hit you!"
While she was folding her clothes, she took a moment to glance sideways at him.
Luo Fengtang's head was covered with black lines.
Taking a deep breath, he looked at Yang Ruoqing and said, "What I've heard the most about these days is the bandits on the other side of the mountain."
"The bandits are becoming more and more arrogant, and their looting of villages is spreading step by step."
"They have no intention of restraining themselves at all, and they are becoming more and more cruel."
"I'm worried that if things continue to get worse like this, they will come to cause trouble in our area!" he said.
"Speak directly of your plans."
Yang Ruoqing interrupted him and said.
Everyone is talking about bandits these days.
Many people in the mountains have already suffered.
Those who had the means took their families and fled to the mountains.
Take refuge with relatives or something.
Those with no choice but to stay in the mountains and wait to die.
Beside the bed, Luo Fengtang paused.
Then, he spoke out: "I heard the news that the imperial court will send troops again to encircle and suppress the bandits."
"I want to find Ning Su and join the army, and I want to fight the bandits with them!"
As he spoke, he observed the changes in her expression.
"Last time, I went with them to fight bandits and act as a guide. Qing'er, you were very worried."
"I was afraid that you would worry about me and not let me go, so I secretly looked at the map..."
Yang Ruoqing said nothing and continued to sort out her clothes.
His expression was very calm, and there seemed to be no fluctuations.
But in my heart, it was as if the river was turning upside down.
Blacksmith Luo told her privately that in the past few days, whenever Tangyazi was free, he would shut himself in the house and write and draw.
It seems that this guy has been studying the map.
She didn't speak, and he didn't dare to say anything.
Standing aside, quietly waiting for her results.
He knew she approved of him joining the army.
However, joining the army is somewhat different from directly fighting bandits.
When you join the army, you have to train and so on, and you have to go through a process of adaptation.
When going to fight bandits, that means picking up the guy and going into battle head-on. It's a life-and-death struggle.
He understood Qing'er's worries.
However, this time, he did not want to compromise.
