Deng Yan also glanced over there, and when he turned around, he saw Lu Peifeng also looking away from the forest.
Seeing him looking over calmly, Deng Liang paused and nodded briefly in greeting. He stood there for a while, feeling that the smell should have dissipated, and then he and Wu Da walked back to the team behind.
The smell was no longer as strong as it was at the beginning, but it still came out from time to time. Wu Da asked Mr. Lu Er's two reluctant concubines to carry him to the back of the team.
Just as they were about to let everyone continue on their way, the sound of horse hooves came.
When he looked back, he saw that the brother who had stayed at the inn to look after Quan Yong hurriedly grabbed the reins, dismounted from his horse, and ran towards him at a fast pace.
As he got closer, he lowered his voice and said, "Boss, Quan Yong was killed! I went to get the medicine, but he died in the room with a sword."
Thinking of what he saw when he opened the door with medicine in hand, the official who came to report was still frightened.
If he had just been with Quan Yong... Fortunately, he had gone to get the medicine, otherwise he would have been responsible for his life.
Upon hearing the news, Wu Da was startled and looked up in the direction of the Lu family.
Quan Yong had just had a dispute with them in the morning, and was killed in the inn within an hour. Apart from the Lu family's handiwork, he could not think of anyone else who would kill Quan Yong.
Wu Da knew that he should ask the team to stop now and cooperate with the Qinghe County Government's investigation, or even express his suspicions.
However, he hesitated.
"Quan Yong has offended many people. It's not surprising that there are people who want his life. You should return to the team first." Deng Liang dismissed the official who reported the news.
He held the handle of the knife, thought for a moment, and then said to Wu Da: "Major General Lu sent people to kill the man. Those few bird calls just now should be their secret signal."
Wu Da frowned and asked his opinion as a habit: "Then should we report to the official?"
"This matter is beyond our control." Deng Liang said calmly: "The Lu family is in the exile team now. There is no proof of presence, and if he dares to kill, he may not have a way to get rid of suspicion. For Quan Yong to offend someone who should not be offended. Man, this isn’t a good deal.”
Quan Yong's death was no different to him than the death of a mouse.
"You're right. If we report it to the police and the Lu family really pursues the case afterwards, we may not be able to get away with it."
Thinking of Song Mingyuan in the team and the subordinates of the Lu family who were lurking somewhere, the wavering thoughts in Wu Da's heart suddenly disappeared.
This is really not something they can control.
Even if the Lu family were down and out and became exiled prisoners, they would not be the kind of existence that they, the little soldiers and crab generals, could mess with. The blame lies with Quan Yong for overestimating his abilities and coveting people he shouldn't covet.
The team soon set off again, with the Lu family's donkey cart leading the way as before, and the officials driving the team behind.
Yesterday, the trip was delayed due to a snowstorm, and they did not even complete the required fifty miles. They had to make up for it today.
Wu Da was polite to the Lu family, but he would not be polite to Mr. Lu and his team. He would whip his whip if he walked slowly, which would not give him any face.
Most of the money everyone had was used to purchase goods at the inn.
Yesterday afternoon, Mr. Lu Er collected the money for official errands from the people in the team one by one, but today the second room has already paid out one hundred taels, so there is no one who is willing to pay for it again.
If they don't give it, the people in the team will be whipped. Every time they are whipped, everyone's resentment towards Mr. Lu Er and his family will increase.
After this back and forth, the people's hearts became disorganized, and Erfang's status in the team dropped again and again. In the end, no one was even willing to help with the stretcher.
Song Mingyuan saw all this and felt that the second wife of the Lu family could kill her without her taking any action.
But it's their business to be unlucky, and it doesn't stop her from making their unlucky lives worse.
She took out the prepared enhanced version of itching powder and used the space to sprinkle it accurately. Except for women and children, she sprinkled it on everyone, just like adding salt to stir-fry. Sprinkling more or less depends on your mood.
As for Zhu, Song Mingyuan took her own initiative to exclude her from the ranks of women, mixed Croton powder and Itchy powder and paid close attention to her.
As a result, one more person was thinning out in the team, and there were one, two, three, four, five, six, seven-eight...forty-nine people who were itching all over their bodies and wanted to scratch their skin.
"It's itchy, it's killing me, please scratch it, why is it so itchy all of a sudden!"
"I'm itchy too. What's going on? What's going on? Could it be that you infected it with me?"
"Oh my god, what kind of disease do you have? The infection attacks so quickly. Damn it, I'm starting to itch too. Help!"
The exile team instantly became a mess, and many people fell directly and rolled in the snow, as if this could relieve the itch that penetrated into the bone marrow.
The others were so frightened that they took several steps back, fearing that they might also be infected by the sudden illness. Even the officials were terrified.
When several children heard the noise, they quickly lay down on the high baskets, stretched their necks and looked behind them.
Seeing a large area twisting and turning in the back, the kids were all shocked. This, this, this... is the power of itchy powder so powerful?
Ning Ning's eyes lit up: "I learned a way to knock down a large area without using martial arts."
"I will learn from my sister-in-law how to make lots of itchy powder in the future. If anyone dares to bully us, Ning Ning will use itchy powder to knock him down!"
Lu Peiyuan asked: "Then what if you can't learn?"
The little girl frowned, as if she had never thought about this problem: "It's okay, it doesn't matter if you can't learn it. No matter how hard Ning Ning works, if she still can't learn it, it must be because Ning Ning hasn't worked hard enough!"
Song Mingyuan carefully observed the efficacy of the enhanced itching powder. Like the croton powder, it took effect as soon as it was stained. It would take no more than five breaths at the latest. It didn't have to wait for an hour and a half to take effect like the original one.
She can prepare more. Although it is not very lethal, it can be very effective in group fights.
Among the crowd, an official secretly recorded these strange things on a page, with dense words written on it, including the farce at the inn this morning and Quan Yong's death, all in detail.
It was already a quarter of an hour after the effects of the medicine wore off on everyone, and Wu Ta also realized that their symptoms were not that they were sick, but that they had been poisoned by medicine!
Someone drugged the exiled team under his nose!
He didn't even know when he got off, maybe at the inn, when they were eating, maybe earlier.
But what is certain is that, apart from the women and children who did not use traditional Chinese medicine, the Lu family is the most suspect.
Among all the people in the Lu family, Song Mingyuan is the one who can do this quietly.
