When they heard someone roaring and shouting, everyone subconsciously stopped and turned their heads to look north.
Changsheng was in a daze after being beaten, and he raised his head late. When he raised his head and looked north, he saw a tall figure rushing from the mountain to the north.
By the light of the torches in everyone's hands, Changsheng could clearly see the appearance of the person who came. He was a young man in his twenties or fives. He was unusually tall. For an ordinary person, seven feet would be considered a tall man, but this person was actually nine feet tall. Wearing a gray cloth robe and carrying a large stick of cooked copper.
"There are so many of you, why did you hit him?" The big man glared at everyone.
Everyone saw how tall and tall he was and wondered where he came from, so no one came forward to answer the question. They all looked at Muramasa, waiting for him to speak.
Seeing that everyone's eyes were focused on Muramasa, the big man pointed at him with a copper stick, "Are you the leader? Tell me! Why did you beat him?"
This person appeared so suddenly that Muramasa couldn't think of a word for a moment, so he could only mumble, "This, this... the strong man doesn't know something. We had a dispute over this cattle."
The big man didn't seem to understand what Muramasa meant, so he turned to look at Changsheng again, "Boy, are you a cattle thief?"
"No," Changsheng explained hurriedly, "This is my cow, and they want to kill my cow."
Before the big man could answer, a woman intervened and said, "Hero, don't listen to his nonsense. This cow is not his, it belongs to our village."
"What do you mean? Whose is this cow?" The big man frowned and scratched his head.
"be mine."
"is ours."
Seeing both sides insisting on their own opinions, the big man felt worried. After scratching his head, he turned around and shouted to the north, "Master, walk faster."
Everyone thought that the big man was alone, but after hearing what he said, they realized that there were several people coming here from the mountains to the north.
Hearing the big man's shouting, the visitor quickened his pace. After a while, they arrived and there were four people in total. The leader was a white-haired Taoist. Although his head was full of white hair, he was not very old. He was very thin and thin. Holding a horsetail whisk.
Standing on the left side of the white-haired Taoist is a short, fat young man with a medium build, wearing a blue cloth coat. He must be seventeen or eighteen years old, with squinted eyes and a big face, with a cheerful and cheerful expression. He is carrying a huge bag behind his back. of baggage.
The person standing on the right side of the white-haired Taoist should be a woman of sixteen or seventeen years old. She is not tall and has a delicate face. The reason why she should be a woman is because her chest is very flat and she is wearing a gray cloth robe. Erratic and difficult to determine gender.
The young man further away was also about seventeen or eighteen years old. He was carrying a large wooden box in each hand. This man was very handsome. When he arrived, he put down the wooden box and sat down on one of them, with a dried dog in his mouth. Wei Cao tilted his head and looked at everyone in the field, his expression was lazy and carefree.
When everyone arrived, the big man said to the white-haired Taoist, "Master, come and give them a review. They all say that this cow is theirs."
Hearing the words of the big man, the white-haired Taoist turned around and bowed to everyone, "Immeasurable Heavenly Lord, good man and compassionate man, may I ask who is the person in charge here?"
"I, Wang Quangui, am Muramasa here." Muramasa stepped forward to answer the question.
The white-haired Taoist pointed at the cow that fell on the ground and asked, "May I ask Wang Cunzheng, what is going on?"
Without waiting for the village leader to answer, all the villagers started talking sophistry and slander. They only said that they had bought this cow with money and left it to Wang Mazi to take care of. Now that Wang Mazi has died, Changsheng will be picked up by Wang Mazi. Trying to commandeer the cow.
When everyone stopped making noise, the white-haired Taoist asked Chang Sheng again, and what Chang Sheng said was naturally different from them.
After listening to both sides' stories, the white-haired Taoist didn't answer immediately, and the few people who came with him didn't say anything either. Only the tall man who came first was furious and said in a loud voice, "You obviously want to steal his cow and kill it." If he refuses to eat meat, you will beat him.”
After the man finished speaking, the young man sitting on the wooden box tilted his head and said with a smile, "Boss, why are you telling the truth and you are not afraid that they will beat you too?"
"Who dares to hit me? He's not afraid that I'll give him a stick." The big man leaned on the copper stick and glared angrily.
He was tall and mighty, and everyone was afraid of him and did not dare to face him and refute him.
The white-haired Taoist glanced back at the young man, then walked to Changsheng and whispered, "I believe what you said, but this is their village. If you offend them too harshly, I'm afraid it will be difficult for you to stay in the village in the future." If you live a good life, they will definitely exclude you."
The villagers were originally repulsive to Chang Sheng, but now they tried to kill him and Lao Huang. Chang Sheng was already disheartened and said numbly, "Just leave."
The white-haired Taoist looked directly at Changsheng, and after waiting for a moment to see him change his mind, he said, "Since you said so, I will uphold justice for you."
After the white-haired Taoist finished speaking, he turned back to Wang Cunzheng and said, "Regardless of whether this cattle belongs to you or this boy, if you want to kill it, it is against the law. The law of this dynasty is clearly written. Those who work cattle are given twenty sticks and one year in prison. We saw clearly just now that you guys killed this cattle together. If this young man goes to sue the officials, we will all be witnesses."
As soon as the white-haired Taoist said this, there was an uproar. Everyone looked at each other in shock and fear. Wang Cunzheng hurriedly defended, "The Taoist priest doesn't know something. This cattle has died of old age and has nothing to do with us."
"Haha," the young man sitting on the wooden box said with a smile, taking off the dog's tail grass in his mouth, "We just saw it very clearly. They each used farm tools, knives and axes to kill cattle. Although you have never done anything, But when you give orders, they all obey your orders."
"You, you, you, why did I ever give orders?" Wang Cunzheng retorted nervously.
"Didn't you give the order?" The young man twisted the dog's tail grass in his hand. "Did they do evil on their own and deliberately violated the law?"
Hearing the young man's words, Wang Cunzheng complained incessantly. Everyone heard what the young man said. If the government really investigates him in the future, the villagers will definitely put the responsibility on him.
The short, fat man who had been silent while carrying the baggage narrowed his eyes and smiled, "Third brother, if you have something to say, please tell me. Wang Cunzheng is the person in charge here, how can he know the law and break the law, and bring himself and his neighbors to jail?"
Hearing the words of the short fat man, Butcher Wang on the side was also scared. He was the only one among the people holding a knife. If he was held responsible one day, he would definitely not be able to get away with it. Seeing that Old Huang's abdomen was still rising and falling, he hurriedly said, "The cow is not dead yet, so we can't slaughter it privately."
Seeing that the fire was almost done, the white-haired Taoist walked up to Wang Cunzheng and whispered a few words.
After the white-haired Taoist finished speaking, Wang Cun looked confused. He hesitated for a long time and reluctantly nodded, then waved to greet everyone, "You go back first, I will handle this matter."
Just when everyone was packing up their things and about to leave, the white-haired Taoist said to the young man sitting on the wooden box, "In the beginning of autumn, I am afraid that this cow cannot be saved. Take out a few pieces of the world's most strange poison Yama Powder from the box." Money, give it a good time.”
Hearing the white-haired Taoist's words, the young man understood it. He took out a small cloth bag from the wooden box and walked towards Changsheng and Lao Huang.
Before Chang Sheng could get up to stop him, the young man knelt down and whispered, "Master said this because he was worried that the villagers would eat its body after we left. This is corn flour, non-toxic."
After speaking in a low voice, he deliberately raised his voice, "Little brother, stay away. This poison will kill you. There is no cure."
Changsheng felt grateful in his heart and stepped back a few steps in cooperation.
The young man pretended to be solemn, took out a handkerchief from his sleeve and covered his mouth and nose, and then poured a little of the rice noodles in the bag onto Lao Huang.
Facts have proved that the white-haired Taoist's worries were not unnecessary. Seeing that the cattle were poisoned, all the villagers secretly said it was a pity, sighed, and returned sadly.
The white-haired Taoist waved to the young man again, "Liqiu, you will go to the village with me as my master to settle this matter."
When the young man nodded, the white-haired Taoist said to the sturdy man, "Boss, bury the body of the ox on the spot to prevent the villagers from accidentally eating it and being poisoned."
When the big man nodded in agreement, the white-haired Taoist followed Wang Cunzheng to the village with the young man.
At this time, Lao Huang was on the verge of death. He was breathing out more and taking in less air. Chang Sheng felt sad in his heart and sat back down, reaching out to comfort him.
Empathy does not exist. The three people who stayed there did not know the relationship between Chang Sheng and Lao Huang, nor did they know that Lao Huang was Chang Sheng's nanny. Although she was slightly sad, it was not as sad as Chang Sheng, and they did not bother him. , just gathering together to drink water and rest.
Lao Huang finally died, and he died peacefully. The moment Lao Huang closed his eyes, Changsheng felt a biting chill in his heart. Death is an eternal departure, a separation without return. From then on, Lao Huang Gone forever from his life.
Changsheng didn't want to lose his composure when there were outsiders present, but when he thought of all the scenes of old Huang and himself being dependent on each other, the flood of grief instantly destroyed the dam of reason, and he cried like rain while holding Lao Huang in his arms.
After a long time, Changsheng felt someone tapping his shoulder. He turned around and saw the young woman standing behind him. The woman was holding a handkerchief. When she saw him turning around, she extended her hand to deliver it, "My condolences."
Chang Sheng did not take the other party's handkerchief, but waved his hand to thank him, "Thank you very much."
The big man had been waiting for a long time. When he saw Changsheng getting up, he came forward and said, "Stop crying, it won't survive even if you cry. Get up quickly and I'll bury it for you."
Changsheng was determined to bury Lao Huang alone, but he was worried that he would not be able to finish it overnight. If the villagers saw him at dawn, he was afraid that there would be more problems. After pondering, he stopped his sadness and nodded to the big man, "Okay, I'll go back and get it. Shovel head."
"No, we have it in the box..."
Before the big man could finish speaking, the short fat man not far away interrupted him and said, "Our things are not suitable for us, so let's go back to the village with him."
"Why doesn't it work? Ours..."
"Have you forgotten Master's instructions?" The short fat man interrupted the big man again.
Hearing what the short fat man said, the big man suddenly realized, "Okay, let's use his household items."
Before that, no one noticed that Chang Sheng was lame. Only when he stood up and walked did they notice that his legs and feet were inconvenient. The young woman hesitated for a moment and followed the two of them, moving and digging things with them.
It was not the farming season yet. When passing through the farmland, the woman noticed that a large area of farmland was plowed and asked casually, "Were these fields plowed by the cattle during the day?"
Changsheng no longer shed tears, but when he heard the woman's words, sadness came to his heart again, and tears burst out of his eyes.
Seeing that he was too sad, the big man couldn't help but tried to persuade him, "Don't cry. You tried your best. If you hadn't protected it to the death, it would have been beaten to death by the farmers and eaten by the farmers. After a lifetime of hard work, even the whole body could not be left." One."
The big man's intention was good, but he didn't expect it to have the opposite effect. Thinking of the villagers' ingratitude, he felt even more uncomfortable...
