In the first few days, every night at night, the old man had to worship to the sky, and he couldn't stop him.

Later, Bu'an thought of a way, and when he saw that it was almost dark, he tied him up and didn't let go until dawn.

The old man usually looked powerless, and when it was dark, the movement of the struggle was terrifying, as if there was a greedy and violent soul hidden in that thin and withered body—Bu An felt that this was quite like an addict during the onset of drug addiction.

From another point of view, it can also be said that this old man's soul is still there, but he is just deceived by something.

Since then, Zhang Blind has brought back a few "logs" from the inn every day, and by December, he has saved thirteen or fourteen. At first, these people even had to be supervised by someone to eat and drink Lazar, but now they have all improved slightly, and the old man who brought them first can pop out of his mouth from time to time a few words, like the mind of a two- or three-year-old baby.

According to Xue Caiyu's judgment, half of the effect was due to preventing them from worshipping the moon night and night, and the other half was due to Su Su's "training" with food and silver.

In any case, it was a good thing that the big living man who looked like a wood gradually regained some of his senses.

It's just that everyone in the Seven Divisions sees it, but they may not feel happy.

On the second day of December in the second year of Longxing, after breakfast, Cheng Quan returned to the guest house and lay in a corner of the Chase Shop, his eyes half-open and half-squinted, as if he was thinking about something.

The brothers in the camp are all in the morning, and in a moment Commander Deng should come in and call for someone. The horseman walked in with a smile while wiping his face with a cloth towel.

Cheng Quan got up with a bone, his brows furrowed: "Old Ma...... What do you think Bu Ye thinks? Bringing wood back every day, is it true that he really wants to wake them up one by one? In my opinion, according to this method, not to mention Jianzhou Mansion, Ningyang County alone is enough for us to toss for a few years!"

He said these words happily, and immediately lowered his voice and said: "I have heard that there are living sacrifices outside every day, all of them are virgins and boys, tied up and burned alive......

After all, Ma Yuanwai was more than ten years older than him, and his temperament was much more cautious, so he turned his head to look at it, and when he saw that no one had come in, he shook his head at Cheng Quan with a serious face: "The rules in the army are beaten, don't say this kind of frustrating words." ”

Being reminded like this, Cheng Quan seemed to be deflated, and the whole person paused, muttering: "I thought that when I arrived at the boundary of Jianzhou Mansion, it would be a sword and a sword, who knew that it was such a scene." ”

"Life is peaceful, aren't you happy anymore?" said the horseman, in a kind voice.

"If you want to be peaceful, isn't it good for me to stay in Yuezhou?" Cheng Quan raised his eyebrows and said, "Aren't you the same?"

The horseman slowly twisted the cloth towel, hung it in front of the window, glanced outside, and said in a low voice: "Brother Cheng, the evil moon is coming, the world will be in chaos sooner or later, how can Taiping be as easy as you say." ”

"In that case......" Cheng Quan stood up.

"In that case, we should fight to the death and earn a good future, right?" The horse turned around, and his face was always smiling: "But how to fight? We haven't been in the city for a day or two, have you ever seen demons and ghosts and moon thieves in Ningyang County? I can't even see the shadow of my opponent, who are I going to fight with?"

Cheng Quan wanted to argue, but he knew that he was right, so he had to sigh and say: "I'm afraid that after a long time, people's hearts will be scattered." ”

The horse member sat down towards the door of the guest house, his eyes always staring at the door, in case someone came in, and said in a low voice: "Brother Cheng, these days, have you paid attention to Deng Commander and lead them?"

"What do you say?" Cheng Quan looked puzzled.

"As far as I can see, there are not a few brothers who think the same way as you. The horseman paused and said, "But the commanders are very calm." Let's not talk about the side camp, what kind of character is the leader of our white camp, you won't be unclear, right?"

"You mean to say that Bu Ye already has an idea?" Cheng Quan exclaimed.

Ma Yuanwai didn't answer directly, but the smile on his face gradually retracted, and he said for a while: "What kind of characters are Song Yinting and Zhang Chengtao? Bu Ye has an idea, brother, I'm really not sure, it's just ......"

"Just what?" Cheng Quan asked.

"It's just that," the horseman glanced at him, his expression very solemn, "for now, we don't move, and the opponent doesn't move." Once you move, it's not just a sword ......."

Cheng Quan was excited when he heard this, and muttered, "So, Bu Ye is gathering momentum?"

"Miss Qingshan has been in retreat for six days. The horse member replied meaningfully, then stood up and said with a smile: "Let's go, if you don't go out again, Commander Deng will come in and scold!"

Cheng Quan crawled up, and his mouth deserved to be happy.

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Ningyang County has ten rooms and nine emptiness, but the county government is the same as in the past, or it is more quiet than when there was no disaster.

There was no dispute in the market, and there was no tax showdown, and a few soap officials gathered idly in the open space at the entrance of the county government to chat.

In the government office, Hong Zheng, the magistrate of Ningyang, also summoned his subordinates such as the main book and the canon history to him early in the morning. Li Xiancheng, who has a strong temperament, died a few months ago, and as for how he died, everyone knows it, but no one says anything, as if there has never been such a person in the county.

Everyone arrived, and the history of the surname dictionary explained that the Xiangyang River outside the south gate has been dredged almost, but the water will be sent in the coming year, and it will have to be silted.

The main book echoed that such a century-old plan should be set up on the bank of the river to record the achievements of Hongzhi County in controlling water.

When Hong Zhixian heard this, he smiled slightly, and said that your Lin family's fields outside the south gate are dry in autumn and flooded in summer, and the Xiangyang River has been repaired.

Lin Weiyin, the chief bookkeeper, smiled, and was not flustered, as if he was sure that Hongzhi County would agree - this Lin master bookkeeper was the brother of Lin Weijun, the owner of the Ningyang Inn.

Sure enough, after Hong Zhixian laughed, he still nodded, and only added that since the county had produced so much manpower, the Lin family's waterlogged land had become fertile land, so he had to pay a sum of silver to supplement the county's expenses.

Master Lin knew that the so-called county was a false word, and how much money he paid was to honor Hongzhi County himself, but he didn't have the slightest opinion - if he wanted to repair the Xiangyang River in previous years, it would be ten times the money, and it was not enough.

After reporting some trivial matters, Hong Zhixian's face suddenly sank and said, "Is there any movement from the group of people who live in your brother's inn?"

Master Lin replied with a smile: "Don't worry, my lord, that scholar looks at sour rot, and he also knows the current affairs in his bones, since he came to the county, he has closed his door, and if he wants to come for a few more days, he can't survive, so he has to leave." ”

Hong Zhixian nodded when he heard this, but saw that the face of the classic history on the side was different, and asked, "What's the matter?"

Dian Shi hurriedly said that someone had seen it in the past few days that the group had secretly gone to the inn to get wood, and they had already received a lot.

"How can this be reasonable!" Hong Zhixian looked angry and said coldly: "Is he trying to hold the people of this county hostage?"

Master Lin also frowned and said: "It's okay to say one or two, but I'm afraid that there will be too many people, and there will be a lack of manpower, and the county will open up wasteland and build roads, and the major events of Qinghe embankment repair will have to stop......

"You can still say it!" Hong Zhixian said angrily: "This group of people lives in the Lin family's inn, and you don't even know that such a big thing happened." There is no result in this matter, don't worry about repairing Xiangyanghe!"

On the side, he didn't dare to listen to the atmosphere, hung his head, and only hated himself for talking too much.

"My lord......" Master Lin thought sideways for a moment, with a fierce light in his eyes, and said in a low voice: "There are many dreams in the night, so why don't you just get rid of this group of people?"

Hong Zhixian snorted coldly, got up and walked away, leaving only one sentence.

"People are living in your Lin family's inn at the moment, and your Lin family is serving you to eat and drink, it's not easy for you to do something?"