When Meng Huaining arrived at the scene of the crime, he could see that the prefect was at a loss.
Seeing Meng Huaining, the prefect forgot to show off in front of his subordinates and said with a cry:
"Mr. Meng, look at this, what should you do?"
Meng Huaining also pretended to be frightened.
"Sir, why were so many people killed?"
"I don't know, but I was called here while I was sleeping..."
At this time, the prefect felt that he was one head and two older. If someone could help him take charge of this matter, he would rather obey orders.
Meng Huaining also saw what he was thinking, and after a while he reminded him: "Sir, if such a big thing happened, do you need to report it to the court?"
This sentence was simply a revelation to the prefect.
"You are right, we need to report it to the court."
The prefect wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and continued to ask: "But with so many people dead, even if it is reported to the court, there must be an explanation, right?"
"What do you mean, sir, do you want to find out the murderer before reporting it?" Meng Huaining spoke in a very calm tone, but in his heart he was laughing at the prefect's incompetence.
To be able to sit in the position of prefect is definitely not without any sense, but it is not surprising that the prefect would be at a loss when encountering such a big thing.
After chatting with Meng Huaining for a few words, the prefect had calmed down a bit.
He ordered his men: "Go and investigate for me to find out the cause of death of these people."
When Meng Huaining saw this, the corners of his lips couldn't help but twitch.
Do we still need to investigate the causes of death of these people?
His body was covered in scars and bloodstains everywhere, and he had obviously been beaten to death.
In this case, you need to check what kind of weapon killed the person, and check whether there are any clues about the murderer in the surroundings.
Although he complained in his heart, Meng Huaining did not show it. He wished that the government would be stupider!
It would be best if nothing could be found out, and if the report was reported to the court, it could only be said that more than two hundred people were killed on official roads.
Anyway, the purpose of the Mo family not cleaning the battlefield is to give the queen's party a show of strength. As long as the effect can be achieved, the process is not important at all.
After checking again and again, the prefect could only find out that these people were shot to death by random arrows, and some suffered knife wounds. As for any clues, it can be said that there are no clues.
Although there are countless footprints on the ground, there are many people walking on the official road, so this is not a clue to find the murderer.
The prefect had no clue about the matter, so he could only bite the bullet and write a report to the court, saying that a major murder case had occurred under his rule, with more than 200 deaths, and the murderer was very cunning and left no clues.
He initially judged that the bandits around him might have injured someone.
As for whether there are bandits around here, the prefect has no idea, but when he went to the capital, he couldn't say that these people died in an unknown way, and there was no one to suspect him. The emperor would definitely think that he was incompetent.
Meng Huaining personally accompanied the magistrate back to the Yamen to write the note. After seeing the officer leaving with the letter, he returned to Yuncheng. As for how to deal with the corpses, it was not his thing to worry about.
As long as everything goes according to the Mo family's plan.
He did not go to the Yamen, but returned directly to Xiling Village to inform Mo Jiuye of the news.
Mo Jiuye had the same thought. They were not ready to go to the capital yet, and besides, he also planned to listen to the news from Nan Rui or Fei Nanyu in the capital before making any plans.
Things today are developing as he wants, so he will just wait and see how things get better for the time being.
After this incident, the life of the Mo family returned to its previous calm. However, the training of the soldiers on the mountain did not slacken at all. Except for Mo Jiuye, the brothers in the family went up to the mountain to train with them every day.
Mo Jiuye is not idle here either. He Zhiran is in confinement, and he needs to personally arrange all the big and small things at home.
For example, the sweet potatoes they planted in the fields this year have matured, and all the old members of the family have gone to the mountains for training. He can only go to the village to ask people to help dig them.
Because the seeds are produced in the space, the crops are not sensitive to climate and soil quality. The sweet potatoes dug out were huge. Mo Jiuye checked the yield per mu and found that it was as much as five thousand kilograms, which was almost the same as the yield in the wife's space. Exactly the same.
In order to verify the quality, Mo Jiuye lit a fire on the ground and roasted the sweet potatoes in public.
The smell of ripe sweet potatoes attracted countless people to watch.
He planned to roast these sweet potatoes for everyone to taste, so how could he be stingy? What's more, his family planted 30 acres of sweet potatoes, with a yield of more than 100,000 kilograms, so there would be no shortage of food for these people.
Mo Jiuye distributed the roasted sweet potatoes to the villagers who helped with the work to taste.
If it were the beginning of spring, the villagers would not understand the Mo family planting these strange things, and even thought they were rich and willful, wasting farmland resources.
But long after the Mohists began to mature some vegetables and fruits, they never had such an idea.
They had participated in many pickings by the Mo family and had tasted a little bit of it. All kinds of food were so delicious, which was completely beyond their knowledge.
Therefore, this time Mo Jiuye gave them roasted sweet potatoes. Not to mention how attractive the sweet taste was before, but based on the food that the Mo family had matured, the taste of this sweet potato was definitely extraordinary.
It is no exaggeration to say that the sweet potatoes produced in space are even sweeter than the malt candies of this era, and they are extremely filling.
Anyone who eats a sweet potato will give a thumbs up in praise.
"Lao Jiu, this sweet potato thing is so delicious, it must be very valuable, right?"
A member of the Zhao family asked.
When the Mo family was doing spring plowing and planting, their clan leader kindly tried to persuade Mo Jiuye not to mess around and avoid wasting the cultivated land.
The northwest is not barren casually. It is mainly because the soil quality of the cultivated land in the region is poor, and the grain output is far lower than that of other regions.
However, today they have completely refreshed their understanding. It is not that their farmland is not good, but that they do not have such good seeds.
Take this sweet potato as an example. The yield per mu is as much as 5,000 kilograms, which is dozens of times higher than the wheat and sorghum they grow.
And the taste of sweet potatoes is simply beyond words.
Mo Jiuye and He Zhiran had promised Meng Huaining a long time ago that they were willing to sell corn and sweet potato seeds to the government for large-scale planting by the people of Yuncheng in the coming year.
Therefore, there was no need for him to hide it.
“The yield of sweet potatoes is high, so the price will naturally be very cheap.
I have promised Mr. Meng that we will keep some of these sweet potatoes and sell the rest to the government, so that next year everyone in Yuncheng can plant them together. "
"Lao Jiu, are you telling the truth? Are you willing to share such good sweet potato seeds?"
The Zhao villagers were so excited that they almost stepped forward to hug him, but luckily Mo Jiuye hid quickly.
