Despite this, the workers did not leave. Under the leadership of Brother Qi, together with the villagers, they piled all the corpses of the dead barbarians aside.
Mo Chuhan paid great attention to the man who was killed by He Zhiran's crossbow arrow.
After all, his identity is suspicious, and it would be great if we could find some clues from him.
Brother Qi was no stranger to searches. In the past, when he caught the other party's general during a war, he would do something like this. He first searched the barbarian commander's body.
In addition to a somewhat special-looking token, there is also a small porcelain bottle that looks like a poisonous insect.
Little Porcelain Ping's Seventh Brother didn't dare to move. He was afraid that someone might cause trouble, so he decided to wait for the Ninth Brothers and Sisters to decide later.
He put the small porcelain bottle away, then took the token and observed it carefully.
He always felt that he had seen this token somewhere before, but he couldn't remember it for a while.
Just when he was feeling annoyed, two people appeared in front of him.
The visitors were none other than Mo Chuhan and Meng Huaining.
Mo Chuhan knew that the matter was urgent, so he didn't even ride a horse when he entered the city. Instead, he raised his Qinggong to the fastest speed.
The same thing happened when they came back. Meng Huaining was also a person who knew martial arts. They all knew that their Qing Kung was much faster than riding a horse, so they used Qing Kung together to rush back.
As for the official officials, they were already far behind.
When Brother Seven saw the two of them, he quickly showed the token that had troubled him for a long time.
"You guys are here just in time. Take a look at this token. What impression do you have?"
Mo Chuhan also frowned when he saw the token.
"Brother Seven, what is this?"
Seventh Brother pursed his lips towards the corpse of the commander on the ground: "It was found on his body."
Mo Chuhan took the sign, looked through it back and forth, and then returned it to Brother Seven.
"I've never seen this thing."
Meng Huaining also raised his head and took a look, but he also didn't recognize him.
If you don’t know him, you don’t know him, but he is more attentive than the two Mo brothers.
"Seventh Brother, Eighth Brother, look, the patterns on this brand are a bit strange, they look a bit like mandala leaves."
After Meng Huaining's reminder, the brothers also discovered it.
"Not to mention, the pattern is indeed similar to the leaves of mandala." Seventh Brother said.
Then the three of them looked at each other, as if they had guessed something.
"Mandala is the national flower of southern Xinjiang. Could it be that this incident is related to southern Xinjiang?" Brother Qi couldn't help but ask.
This is also the speculation in the minds of Meng Huaining and Ba Ge.
"I think it's most likely that the people from southern Xinjiang are causing trouble." Mo Chuhan's tone was a little unhappy.
Meng Huaining was not so decisive. He looked at the barbarians who were not stunned and walked over.
"I want to ask you, does the person in command speak with your barbarian accent?"
Meng Huaining came here wearing an official uniform. People have been afraid of officials since ancient times, and these barbarians were no exception. Especially since they had robbed the people of Dashun, they were even more frightened.
Therefore, when Meng Huaining asked questions, they all rushed to answer, hoping that they could get the chance to make meritorious deeds.
"Sir, I know."
"Sir, that man's speech is different from ours. He is definitely not a barbarian."
"Sir, his speech sounds a bit like a southern accent. I went to the south a few years ago, so I can definitely tell the difference."
"grown ups……"
Now, what else do the Mo brothers and Meng Huaining not understand?
Judging from the words of these barbarians and the token, this commander was sent from Southern Xinjiang.
"Could it be that Southern Xinjiang and the barbarians are colluding with each other and planning to start a war against Dashun?" Mo Chuhan expressed his suspicion.
Brother Qi touched his chin and frowned, "It's possible."
Although the Mohists were exiled and hated Emperor Shunwu and the imperial court, their deep-rooted patriotism could not disappear like this.
When I heard that a foreign enemy was going to attack Dashun, I instinctively had the urge to resist.
But soon they realized who they were now.
Brother Seven sighed and patted Meng Huaining on the shoulder: "Brother Meng can only worry about this matter. The Mo family just wants to live peacefully."
Meng Huaining can completely understand the mood of the Mo brothers. After all, his own family was also suppressed by Emperor Shunwu.
However, the Meng family was better off than the Mo family and did not reach the point of being exiled. The family pinned all their hopes for recovery on him.
Therefore, no matter how little Meng Huaining valued the imperial court, he could not sit idly by and ignore such a big matter.
"Well, I'll sort it out later and I'll write a note and submit it to the capital."
When he said he was writing a book, he was actually writing a letter to Fei Nanyu.
Although he didn't have much contact with Fei Nanyu, he could feel that they were of the same kind.
In particular, Fei Nanyu helped him a lot because of the plague. It was Fei Nanyu's credit that he was able to come to Yuncheng to take up a post instead of Dai Zui being dismissed from his official position.
No matter which point he considered, he would choose to inform Fei Nanyu of the news.
Of course, the Mohist brothers will not care who Meng Huaining reports this matter to. What they need to solve now is the issue of whether these barbarians should stay or leave, and the protection of their homes in Xiling Village must also be put on the agenda.
Whether they are barbarians or southern Xinjiang, it is the Mo family who are afraid of them.
Even though they no longer intend to contribute to the court, outsiders do not know their thoughts.
Therefore, it is very necessary for the Mohist family to be more vigilant in the future, and the first thing to do is to protect themselves.
Seventh Brother looked at the pleading barbarians and asked Meng Huaining.
"Brother Meng, how do you plan to deal with these people?"
On the way, Mo Chuhan had already told Meng Huaining the general situation of what happened here.
He knew that these barbarians captured by the Mohist brothers were ordinary people.
At the same time, he also knew that the life of the barbarians was indeed difficult. From their skinny appearance, he could conclude that they must be hungry.
Poor people must be hateful. Meng Huaining did not sympathize with them, but felt that if things continued like this, it would be difficult to guarantee the safety of the people in Yuncheng.
Just when he was thinking about how to deal with it, He Zhiran had finished treating the wounded over there, and was being helped over by the somewhat guilty eighth sister-in-law.
"Brother Meng, Seventh Brother, Eighth Brother, how is the matter handled?" He Zhiran asked.
The Mo family has now formed a trend, which is to follow the lead of Mo Jiuye and his wife.
When Mo Jiuye was at home, they would go to them to discuss any matter, big or small.
Therefore, when they saw He Zhiran asked, they told him everything they had learned.
He Zhiran felt somewhat upset when he heard that he had killed the most important person.
In desperation, there was nothing she could do.
Seeing her delay in responding, Brother Qi quickly took out the small porcelain bottle.
"Look, Ninth Brother and Sister, this is what was found on that person. I suspect it contains poisonous insects, so I didn't dare to open it rashly."
