Early next morning.
Song Che was sleeping soundly when a call suddenly came from his ears: "The surname is Song."
Having learned from the past, Song Che ignored it, pulled the quilt over his head, "I have a name, my surname is Song and my first name is Che."
"I didn't knock on the door this time because I walked through the window. Get up quickly, something big has happened." Ning Yehong said, pulling on the quilt.
Song Che hugged the quilt and refused to let go, "Just say it, I'm listening."
"As you planned last night, the officers and soldiers stormed Ciyin Temple early this morning and captured all the thieves and monks. However, the pirate leader was really skilled in martial arts. I and several masters failed to capture him, and finally made him jump into the sea and escape—— "
Before Ning Yehong could finish her words, Song Che stuck out his head with an expression of disbelief on his face: "Hundreds of people can't catch a pirate leader?"
Ning Yehong sighed: "He is really powerful, and he is very proficient with a buckle knife. But from his martial arts skills, we can roughly confirm that he is the notorious gangster 'Wang Zhi' ten years ago. Who would have thought that he would become a monk and even become a monastery supervisor?"
Song Che narrowed his eyes, "Why does it sound like you are praising him?"
"Oh, that's not important," Ning Yehong said tightly, "The most important thing is, guess what we found in the Defa Tower?"
Song Che sighed: "It's so early in the morning, I don't have time to guess riddles with you."
"It's gunpowder!" Ning Yehong said: "Two thousand kilograms of black gunpowder!"
Song Che frowned and sat up in shock. No wonder the thief monk actively put out the fire last night. If two thousand kilograms of gunpowder were ignited and exploded, hundreds of people would die.
This much gunpowder was enough to paralyze the coastal defense line of the dock. Wang Zhi hoarded it in Hangzhou and colluded with Japan... The picture shows that Hangzhou is in danger.
"Has the key been made?" Song Che asked.
Ning Yehong said: "It needs to be polished very finely, I'm afraid it will have to wait until tomorrow."
"How can we wait until tomorrow? Hurry up and urge the locksmith. The sooner you polish it, the better. Wang Zhi must be plotting against the Japanese pirates in collusion with Hangzhou, and the Tantra scroll you intercepted probably records their attack plan. , Now that Wang Zhi has escaped, it is like letting a tiger return to the mountain. You have to be careful. You rush to find the navy generals and ask the navy stationed at the head of each continent to pay attention. The middle of every month is the time when the tide of the Qiantang River surges. The weather and geography. There are unpredictable ghosts and ghosts, beware of sneak attacks!"
"Okay... okay... this... or... or Song Che, you can come with me. I'm afraid I can't handle such an important matter." Ning Yehong's eyes were eager.
Song Che shook his head, silent silence was the best rejection.
Ning Yehong bit her lip and stepped out of the window to leave. She turned around again, but Song Che avoided her eyes and pulled the quilt over her head to fall asleep.
After Ning Yehong left, Song Che slowly poked his head out, looked at the top of the bed for a long time, and sighed. He couldn't help but sigh in his heart: Why is it so difficult to be an honest businessman?
…
Hangzhou, which had been sunny for several days, suddenly became covered with dark clouds.
It’s a hot June day, but it feels like it’s late spring.
If you are born with strange visions, you may be in great trouble.
At noon, Song Che and Zhou Yazhao arrived at the execution ground of Beishi together as promised. There were huge crowds of people watching the execution.
Zhou Pu, Zhou Tianci, Fang Yi, Niu Er, and Jia San were taken to the execution ground in turn.
"Song Che! Ahhh...Song Che! Even if I am a ghost, I will never let you go!"
Zhou Tianci screamed crazily and did not repent until his death.
Song Che just looked at Zhou Tianci quietly. Facing a dying man, he didn't need to express much at all.
The sins committed by a few people on the execution ground made humans and gods angry. Even if their heads were chopped off, they would have to go to the eighteenth level of hell and never be reincarnated. Who would be afraid that they would turn into ghosts to take revenge?
"I don't want to die...I was wrong! I was wrong!"
"Sir, please spare my life!"
"It's three quarters past noon, kill!"
As the beheading officer issued the order, five beheading knives fell simultaneously.
"Pfft!"
"Boom!"
The moment the head fell to the ground, thunder rolled in the sky, lightning tore the sky, the wind howled, and the rain poured down.
"Crash..."
The heavy rain quickly washed away the blood on the execution ground.
"Okay, the bad guy has been killed, you can open your eyes." Song Che held up an oil-paper umbrella and rubbed Zhou Yazhao, who had his head buried on his shoulder.
Zhou Yazhao raised his head and glanced at the separated heads on the execution ground. He was so frightened that he threw himself into Song Che's arms, holding his chest and unable to stop retching.
"This action of yours is not good, it will be misunderstood by others, and our aunt and nephew will violate human ethics."
Song Che rented a carriage at the inn and drove to the Qiantang Bay Pier amid a thunderstorm and heavy rain.
Even with an umbrella, the clothes were soaked through. The already thin summer clothes clung to the skin after being wet, and the delicate body was vividly outlined, and even the private room inside was looming.
Zhou Yazhao didn't care about the leak of his love affair. He twisted his wet hair with his hands and asked, "Song Che, are you really planning to go back?"
Song Che hummed softly.
Zhou Yazhao sighed: "The third brother is still the biological son of the old lady. Now that the white-haired person is giving away the black-haired person, the old lady is afraid... Alas, although it is unlucky to say this, after the death of a close relative, you should still get it." Those who mourn, why don’t you stay a few more days and leave after the funeral is over?”
Song Che had many reasons to stay and more excuses to leave, but in the end he only uttered four short words:
"I miss home."
Calculating the days carefully, I have only been in Hangzhou for more than half a month, but the various deeds I have experienced feel like half a lifetime has passed.
Listen to the Qiantang River tide, it is turbulent, but even if the ships docked in the harbor are swaying, they will not run aground or sink.
Ships need harbors, and people also need harbors. Home is a person's haven.
"Sir, madam, are you sure you want to go to the dock?" The carriage suddenly stopped and the driver asked.
"Why not?" Song Che frowned.
The coachman said: "It's not that we can't go, it's just that all the commercial ferries at the pier have stopped. I'm afraid you have to choose a different day to travel."
Song Che opened the curtains and just stretched his head out, when the crackling raindrops fanned his cheeks like ear scrapers.
The torrential rain seemed to have poured down the entire dock, and there were only a handful of business travelers.
Song Che quickly pulled his head back and asked the driver: "How many days will it take before traffic can be restored?"
The coachman said, "It's hard to say. It depends on how long it will take God to urinate this time. But look at the weather. It will rain heavily in the next three to five days. If the rain is heavy, the canal will have to be flooded. If you want to go upstream, it will definitely not work. .”
"What about taking the land route?" Song Che asked again.
The coachman said: "It rains so much that the road must be muddy. Even if we can walk, it will definitely be delayed. Besides, the heavy rain is unpredictable. It will be troublesome if there is a flood."
The waterway is impassable, the land route is impassable, and loved ones may be lost at any time. Even Zhou Yazhao on the side is tugging at his sleeves to prevent him from leaving...
It is God’s will to keep me, Song Che, in Hangzhou!
"Go back to the jewelry store."
