The old man's rambling words made Di Ying's eyelids jump.
He shrugged the old man on his shoulders and asked casually: "Uncle, why don't the government care about those bad guys doing bad things?"
"Care? How to care?"
The old man sighed and replied: "Young man, you don't know that there are many ethnic minorities in our area of Ningzhou. There are Hui people like us.
There are also Tibetan, Tu, Uighur, Kazakh, Manchu, Mongolian, Baoan, Zhuang, Salar, Korean and so on.
In our world, your Han government and words are not very useful.
You don't know where to start a fight. Old man, I was beaten when I was young, and I suffered from many diseases.
Later, when I saw that there were fewer and fewer people, I didn’t want to fight anymore. But my sons still went, just for the sake of something bigger. They lost their lives, leaving me as a lonely old man.
Later in life, I am not afraid that others will hear this. I am already old, so I will die when I die.
I just want such a good young man like you to stop staying in this world. Go, go far away, and live well. "
After hearing this, Di Ying just shook her head and remained silent.
Ethnic conflicts have always been a very big problem within the country.
Living in a place is prone to frictions and contradictions of various sizes.
Many wars have occurred due to conflicts of faith and ethnic conflicts.
Looking at the mountain road at his feet, Di Ying knew that if he wanted to govern Ningzhou well, he must first think carefully about how to make his ten fingers gather into a fist.
When he took office as the governor of Ningzhou, he was basically just messing around. He doesn't get involved in anything and doesn't harm the people. He just serves as a peace officer and is promoted to the Ministry of Household Affairs at the end of his term.
Di Ying didn't want to be that kind of peace officer.
A life without achievements is worse than a piece of grass.
At this time, I heard the rapid sound of horse hooves coming from behind.
Di Ying turned around and looked back, and saw Peng Liang rushing over.
After catching up with the adults, Peng Liang jumped off the horse, took the old man's back, and said to the adults: "The Luan family is fine and safe. I just heard that Luan Chao died, and I was very sad.
I didn't find out anything from them. They said that Luan Chao rarely went home and never introduced his friends or colleagues to them.
But their family is living a good life, and I have asked about this. They said it was all the money Luan Chao got back.
How did you get it? Where did you get it? None of them know.
They said: Sometimes when they asked urgent questions, Luan Chao would explain to them that he was rewarded by his superiors for handling official affairs well.
They all believed it.
I asked them if Luan Chao had any enemies, and they shook their heads and said they didn't know.
Luan Chao almost never mentioned his own affairs to them. "
Di Ying was speechless for a long time after hearing this.
It sounds like Luan Chao cares about his family and protects them very well. But this undoubtedly adds a lot of difficulty to the case.
Now, regarding Luan Chao's death, we can only wait and see what Zhao San and the others can find out.
There should still be hope of finding it.
After all, the time between Luan Chao's interrogation and his death was very short, less than an hour.
Luan Chao didn't show any abnormality before.
In other words: In that short period of time, someone threatened Luan Chao, causing him to cut his throat and commit suicide.
There are always clues, and what has been done has been done.
While Di Ying and Peng Liang were talking, the old man suddenly asked: "Luan Chao? That Luan translator? Is he dead? Well, let me tell you, the bad guys will take care of themselves."
When Di Ying heard this, he quickly asked: "Uncle, do you know him?"
"We know each other,"
The old man nodded and said: "He is also from our Hui clan. In the villages, forts and villages near us, there were a few people who couldn't speak and couldn't hear what others were saying, so he took them out.
When he was taken out, he did bad things. The heads were chopped off. I saw it with my own eyes, old man. From now on, we will never let him near us again.
I also took people to find him to settle accounts, and he even called the official and beat us up. Then he is not a good person. Alas, no matter what nationality he is, there are good and bad people. "
The old man sighed heavily.
It was so big that his chin hit Peng Liang's shoulder.
Fortunately, Di Ying reached out to cushion her in time and didn't hit her too hard.
The old man smiled sheepishly when he saw this, and a trace of blush appeared on his old face that looked like dry tree bark and was covered with brown spots.
He stroked the young man's shoulders and apologized profusely.
Peng Liang comforted the old man: "Uncle, I am strong, you can knock me as you like, it won't hurt."
"You are all good people and good young people."
The old man sighed with emotion and reminded him again: "I see that you are also from other places. Go away quickly and live a good life elsewhere."
"There's no rush, we'll take you home first."
Di Ying changed the topic.
Seven or eight miles away is not too far away. As we speak, Liujiazhai, where people live in groups, can be seen in the distance among the mountain terraces.
The old man pointed over there and said happily: "We're here, we're almost there. Old man, I'm a little heavy, thank you for your hard work. I also fed two sheep, you can take one away later."
"I can't carry a sheep, I can only carry you."
Peng Liang answered smoothly.
It made the old man laugh.
However, as soon as the smile appeared, it froze on his face.
Not far to the right, in the terraced fields, two groups of people were standing on the field stems and arguing.
They all had hoes, shovels and other items in their hands, and they were already noisy to the point where they were blushing and thick-necked, and looked like they were about to start a fight.
The old man raised his finger and pointed over there and said: "Young man, please carry me over to you. I have to go and persuade you. Don't beat me. Don't let them beat me."
Peng Liang quickened his pace when he heard the sound.
Di Ying used to run.
Running and jumping along the field stalks, when he got closer, he saw the two leaders pushing him away.
The old man shouted with all his strength: "Liu Quan, Suo Hulang, stop!"
The middle-aged Liu Quan and Suo Hulang took a step back when they heard the old man's voice.
When Liu Quan saw the old man being carried on his back, he quickly asked: "Uncle, what's wrong with you? Why are you being carried on someone else's back?"
The old man glared at him, and while gesturing to the young man to put him down, he asked Suo Hulang again: "Suo Hulang, you are the one who started this matter today, right?"
How could Suo Hulang recognize this?
He grabbed his beard and said, "Old Uncle Liu, you're the one to judge. The fields on the left side of the hilltop belong to Liujiazhai of your Hui tribe, and the fields on the right belong to Suohubao of our Tu tribe, right?"
The mountain stream was originally in the middle. Which side was used and the opening of the canal was opened on which side.
But come and see, today the water is supposed to be on our right, but you have blocked it and asked people to guard it. Does this still allow us to farm? Are you still being unreasonable? "
