Thirty miles outside Xianyang City, Feng Quli couldn't sleep at night.
Feng Jia walked into the camp and said to Feng Quili, "Master, it's already late at night, why haven't you gone to bed yet?"
Feng Quili sighed and said, "How can I sleep? I feel so sad in my heart."
Feng Jia said: "Now that we have returned to our hometown, we should be happy when we are in our hometown. Why is the master so worried?"
Feng Quili smiled bitterly: "You really don't know? It's just that I didn't have any merit in establishing dimensions during this trip, and I was caught by Huaiguzi. I'm afraid that my reputation will be ruined after I go back."
Feng Jia said: "However, haven't we bribed Wang Wu?"
Feng Quili was silent for a moment, and then nodded slowly: "Yes, we have bribed Wang Wu. As long as Wang Wu can change his story in time, I will have peace of mind."
Feng Jia said: "Master, don't worry, the villain thinks that Wang Wu will definitely change his mind. He will never be able to spend all the gold and silver in his lifetime."
Feng Quili said: "However, this Huaiguzi seems to have the ability to seduce people. Anyone who is provoked by him will often do some incredible things."
"For example, Da Mai was just a small pastry stall at that time, not even a store. Why are you so obsessed with sponsoring Huaiguzi?"
"What if this Wang Wu is also obsessed with things?"
Feng Jia nodded and said, "Master is worried."
Feng Quili said: "Do you have any good ideas?"
Feng Jia thought for a while and said, "Young man... I have thought of a way."
Feng Quili's eyes lit up and he said, "Come on, tell me, what is the solution?"
Feng Jia said: "This method is actually very simple. Who has no parents in this world? Who has no children? Who has no brothers and sisters?"
"We just need to find these relatives of Wang Wu, and then threaten him with their relatives."
"On one side are the gold and silver treasures, on the other side are the lives of relatives. I think... he shouldn't be so stupid that he doesn't know what to do."
Feng Quili nodded and said: "Yes, yes, it makes sense, it makes sense."
Afterwards, Feng Quili said to Feng Jia: "We are still thirty miles away from Xianyang City."
"Tomorrow, I have to take a shower and change clothes. We can postpone this thirty-mile journey for one day. During this day, you go and find Wang Wu's family. I don't need to explain the rest of the things clearly, right?"
Feng Jia nodded repeatedly: "Master, don't worry, I will definitely handle this matter properly."
Feng Quili smiled slightly, and suddenly felt tired. He yawned and said to Feng Jia, "I'm going to sleep."
Feng Jia nodded and bowed: "Yes, yes, master, go to sleep now. When you wake up, there will be good news."
Feng Jia withdrew, and Feng Quili blew the lamp to sleep.
This night, I really slept peacefully and soundly.
At the same time, Feng Jia made urgent arrangements for his son, Feng Xiaojia.
Feng Xiaojia began to inquire about Wang Wu's brothers and sisters in the city.
Soon Feng Xiaojia's men found out that Wang Wu also had an old father named Wang Dawu. Wang Wu also has a son named Wang Xiaowu.
After Feng Xiaojia heard this list of names, he yelled: "What? Are the names so uncreative?"
Feng Xiaojia's men all looked at him with dry smiles.
Feng Xiaojia said to his subordinates: "Let's tie up Wang Dawu and Wang Xiaowu first."
So, this group of people rushed to Wang Dawu's home like lightning.
Wang Dawu was naturally panicked when he saw so many people coming in. He trembled and said, "You guys, please don't bully me. I am the one who banished the immortals."
Feng Xiaojia was startled and said, "Are you the one who banished the immortal?"
Wang Dawu nodded vigorously.
Feng Xiaojia looked around and saw that Wang Dawu's house was shabby, and he didn't look like he was rich. He suddenly became confused: "Are you really the one who banished immortals? I don't think you look like it."
"Will the family of the person who banished the immortal be so poor? You dare to pretend to be the person who banished the immortal. I must teach you a lesson this time."
Wang Dawu said quickly: "I am really the one who banished the immortals. I have a younger brother named Wang Daliu. My brother's son is named Wang Liu. Wang Liu is the one who banished the immortals."
Feng Xiaojia was almost stunned.
He knocked his head and finally reacted, then slammed the table and shouted: "Can't you just just say your nephew Wang Liu?"
Wang Dawu nodded repeatedly: "Yes, yes. My nephew Wang Liu has a good friend who knows the craftsmen of Shangjun Courtyard."
Feng Xiaojia was very happy: "I know the craftsman who is the one who banished the immortals? I also know the eunuchs in the palace. Am I a descendant of His Majesty?"
Feng Xiaojia's men were startled and hurriedly whispered: "Silence, silence."
Feng Xiaojia also realized that he had overstepped his bounds, so he coughed quickly and said, "It doesn't matter, I am a member of the imperial censor."
Then, his attention shifted to Wang Dawu: "We came to you today not to hurt you, nor to steal your wealth."
Wang Dawu looked at Feng Xiaojia in horror, and then at his grandson, who had not yet changed his voice and had pink skin, and was just fifteen or sixteen years old.
"It's not a robbery of wealth, could it be a robbery..." Wang Dawu shuddered and hugged Wang Xiaowu tightly in his arms.
Feng Xiaojia sighed: "Dirty."
He waved his hand and said to his subordinates: "Act as planned."
These people responded and all gathered around.
They gathered Wang Dawu and Wang Xiaowu in the middle.
These people all had evil smiles on their faces, and their palms touched the sabers at their waists intentionally or unintentionally.
Then, a photographer came over, clicked, and took a picture.
Feng Xiaojia smiled and said, "Okay, we are here to visit you today."
Then, these people left in a gust of wind.
After they left, Wang Dawu's lips moved, and suddenly he cried.
When Wang Xiaowu saw his grandfather crying, he suddenly panicked and asked, "Grandpa, what's wrong with you?"
Wang Dawu said: "My grandson is here, this is terrible, our souls have been taken away."
When Wang Xiaowu heard this, he also cried: "What should I do?"
Wang Dawu thought for a while and said: "For the current plan, there is no other way. I can only go to your ancestor."
Wang Xiaowu said: "Ancestor?"
Wang Dawu hummed: "During the Chinese New Year last year, I took you to meet him. It was my father, Wang Laowu."
Wang Xiaowu suddenly shuddered: Last year? Ancestor? Isn't that the time to visit the grave? Could it be...
Wang Xiaowu cried even harder: "Grandpa, I don't want to die."
Wang Dawu dragged Wang Xiaowu and said, "If you don't want to die, just follow me to see the ancestor."
Wang Dawu dragged Wang Xiaowu to the ancestral grave, and then began to burn paper. After burning the paper, he began to cry loudly.
After crying, Wang Dawu dragged Wang Xiaowu to find Wang Xiaoliu.
When Wang Xiaoliu saw Wang Dawu, he was stunned for a moment, and then asked strangely: "Uncle, what's wrong with you?"
Wang Dawu sighed and said, "I just went to the grave of your ancestor and cried for a while."
Wang Xiaoliu looked puzzled.
Wang Dawu added: "Maybe in a few days, I will be buried with your ancestor."
Wang Xiaoliu was startled and said in horror: "Uncle, what happened?"
Wang Dawu told what happened just now.
After hearing this, Wang Xiaoliu breathed a sigh of relief and said to Wang Dawu: "I heard from people that this camera can't capture souls, it's just a rumor."
Wang Dawu looked at the ceiling: "Really? Anyway, I'm going to die in a few days."
Wang Xiaoliu said helplessly: "Uncle, since you don't believe me, then I will take you to meet some friends. How about you listen to what they say?"
Wang Dawu got what he wanted, nodded and said, "Okay, let's go and have a look."
Wang Xiaoliu took Wang Dawu to meet a friend, who introduced another friend.
Finally, a friend asked a friend, and Wang Dawu was lucky enough to meet the craftsman of Shangjun Courtyard.
The craftsman received Wang Dawu warmly, and then gave Wang Dawu some popular science on the principles of the camera.
However, after listening to Wang Dawu's story, the craftsman became a little wary again.
He said to Wang Dawu: "This matter seems a bit complicated. Those people visited late at night, broke into the door, and finally just took two photos and left. Why does it sound weird?"
Wang Dawu swore and said, "They really only took two photos and left. I definitely didn't lie."
Takuto smiled slightly and said, "You don't have to worry. I didn't suspect you of lying. I just felt that the origins of those people were unknown."
"By the way, why are you called Wang Dawu and your grandson is called Wang Xiaowu?"
Wang Dawu coughed dryly and said, "My ancestors were not very literate, so our family has always given names like this."
The craftsman smiled and said, "Then your son is called Wang Wu?"
Wang Dawu said: "That's right. Speaking of my son, that's incredible. He followed the army to conquer the barbarian country."
The craftsman was stunned: "A country of barbarians? Wang Wu? Could it be..."
However, the name Wang Wu is too common, and one Wang Wu may not be the other Wang Wu.
So the craftsman asked again: "Can your son be literate?"
Wang Dawu nodded repeatedly: "Literate, literate. A few days ago, I wrote back a letter saying that he was writing something. What is it called Wangwu's diary? I don't understand it."
When Takumi heard this, he stood up with a groan.
He looked at Wang Dawu and said with some excitement: "You...are you Wang Wu's father?"
Wang Dawu was a little puzzled and said cautiously: "I already said it when I just entered the door. I am Wang Wu's father."
The craftsman thought for a while and said to Wang Dawu: "I can't be the master of the affairs here. You can follow me."
Wang Dawu: "Huh?"
He followed the craftsman in a daze.
The craftsman took him to report the calf first, and the calf reported it to Cang Fu, who then reported it to Xiangli Zhu, who then reported it to Princess Weiyang.
Reporting at all levels, Wang Dawu was led back and forth in circles, and he was already a little confused.
"Why...why is this? The villain is just a villager."
Seeing that the people he saw were becoming more and more noble, Wang Dawu became a little scared.
Wang Xiaowu suddenly whispered: "Grandpa, did my father commit a crime outside? Are we going to sit together?"
When Wang Dawu heard this, his legs trembled with fear and he couldn't walk.
A quarter of an hour later, Wang Dawu and Wang Xiaowu were held up by someone and saw a noble young master.
The craftsman said: "This is Mr. Fu Yao."
Wang Dawu fell to his knees with a plop, unable to get up.
Fu Yao smiled slightly and said kindly: "How about you tell me the situation at that time in detail and as it is?"
Wang Dawu nodded vigorously.
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In the military camp, Wang Wu couldn't sleep at night.
He had a dream. He dreamed that he fled Xianyang with two boxes of gold and silver jewelry, fled to a remote place in the countryside, and then became rich and became a rich man.
The days passed peacefully and happily.
But the good times didn't last long, and the villagers discovered that his money came from a shady source.
Especially after discovering that the money was obtained through false accusations and banishment of immortals.
As a result, everyone began to despise him.
Not only were the villagers spurned him, but even his relatives also left him.
Even the chickens, dogs, cattle and sheep in the house no longer want to stay in the pen.
Wang Wu panicked and scratched in the air with his hands: "Don't go, don't go, you don't go."
He shouted in vain, but the cattle, sheep, pigs and dogs were all gone.
Wang Wu was left alone.
He saw that all the seedlings in the fields were dead, and then the houses collapsed.
Wang Wu sat on the ground and cried loudly. One can imagine the regret in his heart.
Suddenly, there was thunder rolling overhead, and the voice of the God was faintly heard: "I am the mountain god. A shameless person like you is not worthy of staying here."
Then, the earth tilted, and Wang Wu fell into the abyss.
"ah……"
Wang Wu screamed and woke up from his sleep.
He sat there, sweating all over.
At this time, Zhao Tuo walked over slowly.
He looked at Wang Wu curiously and asked, "What...is wrong with you?"
Wang Wu looked at Zhao Tuo.
He swallowed nervously, and then said: "General, I had a nightmare."
Zhao Tuo smiled and said: "This is easy to handle. Shangjun Courtyard published a book not long ago called Immortal Interpretation of Dreams. I am currently studying it."
"Tell me what your dream is, and I'll help you interpret it and see what's going on."
Wang Wu nodded.
He recounted the dream.
Of course, he didn't say that he betrayed the Immortal, he just said that he got an unexpected fortune in his dream and then lost it all.
After Zhao Tuo heard this, he opened a book, read it, and then said, "This money should be ill-gotten wealth."
Wang Wu suddenly turned pale.
Zhao Tuo didn't seem to notice Wang Wu's look.
He stared at the book in front of him and continued: "Everyone wants money. It's human nature and it's nothing. But deep down in your heart, you know that you can't ask for this money."
"So when you were dreaming, you got money and became addicted to the rich. Then, you were afraid again. Deep in your heart, terrible results were created. You were resisting the money."
