Yehe Town, outside the archway, mountain road
A Ying was dressed in a white dress and carried Song Siyuan's luggage. Yue Guanchao looked at A Ying with a look of doting on her sister:
"Are you sure you don't want to go back with us?"
"Brother Yue, I grew up in Yehe Town but I'm not used to going to other places. You don't have to worry about me. Since Aweng asked Lao Lu to take care of me, I can just help him take care of Yehe Post."
Although the innocence in Ah Ying's eyes was no longer there, there was a hint of clear reality. Yue Guanchao knew that she had been freed from sadness, and felt a little comforted in his heart.
In terms of blood relationship, Aying is his only sister in the world, but the girl never knows it. Since Wu Beimi has banned her memory, Yue Guanchao doesn't want to waste any more time and decides to keep this matter in his stomach!
"Also, when we get back, we will definitely send you a letter. See you in the world!"
Yue Guanchao grinned, led Song Siyuan on horseback, and waved to Ah Ying. He turned his head to look at the pottery pot on his waist, and patted it with his hand: "A Jian, I'll take you home!"
"嘚erjia~"
The horses neighed and moved forward through the dust, and they quickly disappeared on the mountain road!
After they left, Aying turned back and walked into Yehe Town. When he returned to the inn, Lao Lu was whistling and wiping his wine jar.
However, this time the jar seemed to be heavier, and without him noticing, the jar shattered to the ground.
When the pieces were opened, a dozen yellow and golden shells were lying in the drink!
"Hey, what a pity for me~"
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Xing'anling, Yingzuiping, Village Entrance
After three days of hard work, Yue Guanchao and Song Siyuan returned to Fengtian. Seven or eight days had passed since they left Yingzuiping. They thought about the hysteria of the Second Artillery and couldn't wait, so they decided to rush back to the village.
After entering the village, Yue Guanchao kicked open the courtyard door with a loud bang.
The noise was so loud that Da Huang whimpered and got into the kennel in fright. When he saw him coming back, he wagged his tail and rubbed against him.
Yue Qingshan was hoeing in the vegetable garden. When he saw that his nephew was back, he teased angrily: "No, it's boo~"
"Second uncle, the second artillery piece is saved."
With a bang, Yue Qingshan's hoe hit the ground, his old eyes flashing.
The two of them closed the door of the main room like thieves. Yue Guanchao took out the bamboo basket, opened the needle and thread bag and took out his backpack. When Old Yue opened it, he sat down on the ground in shock.
"You...did you really go to Witch Coffin Town?"
Old Man Yue thought his nephew was asking for some kind of prescription to cure the plague. When he saw the golden sacrificial vessel, he was so frightened that he didn't know what to do. He puffed on his pipe tremblingly.
"Yes, I, Feng Jian, and another companion all went there. It took a lot of effort to carry the things back, just thinking that we could cure the second artillery as soon as possible."
Before he finished speaking, Yue Guanchao and Da Ma Jindao sat down on the long-backed chair and took a sip of herbal tea from the porcelain bowl, hoping to cool down the heat of the journey.
Yue Qingshan knew that his son was saved. He smiled broadly and squatted on the chair, feeling happier than anyone else:
"Oh, that boy Feng Jian has also gone. Even though he is small, he is more capable than us. Why don't you bring him back? He is a great benefactor to our family. I also want to kill a pig and entertain him well. !”
These words made Yue Guanchao stop drinking tea. He sighed, lowered his head and placed the clay pot on the table.
"Didn't you bring this back?"
Old Man Yue glanced at the clay pot, and a smile immediately froze on his face.
"What are you talking about? What nonsense are you talking about? Don't talk nonsense to me. How can such a big living person say nothing and then nothing..."
When Yue Qingshan said the last word, he was stunned in place. The horror of Wu Coffin Town came to mind again after decades.
"Are you serious? You don't lie to me?"
Even now, Old Man Yue still doesn't believe his nephew's words, and his forehead is covered with beads of sweat.
It wasn't until Yue Guanchao took out Lu Fengjian's pocket watch that he had to accept the reality and lay helplessly on the chair!
Yue Qingshan was so frightened that he didn't have time to eat his cigarette. He didn't even notice when the sparks went out, and his eyes became trance-like: "Then...how did it suddenly disappear?"
"Feng Jian and I went to find a reporter from Fengtian Newspaper... He had already escaped, but he blocked the assassination for me. In addition, he was bitten by a corpse vine, and he soon died of the poison."
In the blink of an eye, Yue Guanchao told Yue Qingshan about Lu Fengjian's affairs in detail. After hearing this, his breathing became heavier. He was silent for a long time before he said slowly:
"He is a great benefactor to our father and son. Unfortunately, his life is too miserable. If the bandits had not caused trouble to our family back then, he would be one of the top figures in the village now."
"In this case, we will bury him next to your second aunt, and burn incense during the holidays. Don't let him become a lonely ghost. This can be regarded as our best efforts."
Yue Guanchao nodded. Everyone was gone. It was useless to say more. He could express his grief and he had lived up to his childhood friendship. He looked at Yue Qingshan:
"Second Uncle, there is no need to rush this matter. We will go up the mountain tonight at night and give them this thing. I don't know if the Second Artillery's illness can be postponed."
"That's fine!"
When the sun went down, Yue Qingshan took Yue Guanchao to a carriage, and the uncle and nephew went to Yintuo Village again.
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