In the chaotic fire that squeezed her to the ground, although she had not seen Saburo's killing on Minami Kyushu Island, she saw with her own eyes the scene of Saburo's blood-stained steel knife almost slashing at Jiro.

If she hadn't just rushed back at that time, hadn't squeezed into the crowd of confrontation when the north and south squares had just started, hadn't forgotten her fear in the horror, pounced in the crowd, slammed into Saburo's chest, slapped him in the face, and pushed him back two steps.

- She didn't know how Jiro and Saburo would end that day.

She also remembered that in the muddy ground by the river, which had not yet had time to be stained with blood, in her overly shocked mind, there was no other way to stop the infighting of the villagers.

She carried the Fusang maritime merchants on her back and went to the mainland to persuade the lords in various places to break the official trade, she was digging their corners, and she was able to rush all the way back to Tangfang safely that day, which had exhausted all the connections she had accumulated over the years.

In the past few years, she never thought of installing her own cronies under her younger brothers.

She was alone.

At that time, she could only instinctively act like a rural shrew who was cornered, holding on to Erlang, rolling and crying, and letting Ji Chenhu kill her together......

She still remembers the harsh words she cried and cursed at that time:

"The ungrateful lowly seed, forget your father, forget your ancestors! Something that is blind! For the sake of a few rivers, today you have to take your brother to the knife, tomorrow you will take your sister to the knife, the day after tomorrow, who can you tolerate? Who would dare to follow you-"

The dozen or so closest little brothers around San Lang have grown up now, have eaten her food, and worn her clothes, so naturally they don't dare to drag her, but the six brothers of the Xu family actually dare to reach out and touch her and drag her away-

At that time, she couldn't remember any of the admonitions in the ancient Han book that "plan and then act, strike first and then control others", and after she received the news of the infighting in the workshop, she only had time to get rid of the bandits who kept intercepting and killing her along the way, and rushed back day and night.

She only saw that although the number of fishermen around Erlang increased, it was by no means as good as the tens of thousands of strange faces around Saburo.

Completely broke all her expectations.

Not to mention, there are also the Xu family brothers who want to drag her away and encourage San Lang to continue to work.

She could only hammer Saburo desperately, hugging his legs and crying and scolding on the ground:

"Look at what sin you have done, you are not dead, and your sister will be bullied! Daddy is watching from the sky! When you were nine years old, we escaped from the village, and I was looked at twice by the passing Fusang bandits, and you knew that there was danger, and you could carry me on my back for dozens of miles of waterways, and you didn't forget to pull Erlang, and you knew that why bother with me as a useless sister today, I might as well follow my father and mother to die together, and I don't have to open my eyes to look at you, a conscienceless bastard-"

San Lang didn't move, let her beat and scold, but he didn't mean to retreat.

However, the Xu family brother ate a few mouthfuls of spit in front of her, because he saw the blood in the spit, he didn't know whether she bit her lip or tongue, so he hesitated.

Just like that, she cried hysterically like a madman, but when the 10,000 or 20,000 armed fishermen waiting behind him were air, she knew that Ji Chenhu had already ridden the tiger.

But she also knew that if she let go and retreated, the 20,000 people who were already fighting for the red eyes would rush up, and she would really kill Erlang behind her, as well as Mr. Li's neighbors, and the more than 10,000 Beifang people would all be killed, and there would be a result.

They died, and who said next that it wouldn't be her turn?

In the past, she could still take care of Saburo's food and clothing, but now Saburo doesn't need her anymore.

San Lang's eyes now really make her can't remember that it was just a few years ago, he was still a sister who would worry about death and resurrection in the middle of the night and was cursed by the monk, so he crossed the mountains and mountains and secretly went to the slave house of Zhuma Temple to see her child......

However, on that day, Saburo finally reached out and pulled her up from the ground, and she took the knife from his hand while crying......

……

"Mother Ji, have you brought my dowry book?"

She stood at the door of the warehouse, looking at the end of the street, there was a Neikufang Ding with torches, and a bullock cart with a green tent and black tent came slowly, and she rode to Zhuma Temple.

In the car, Ji's mother, who had already returned to Neiku to prepare as she had instructed, held Fang Ding's hand and walked down from the wheel.

She presented her with both hands a wooden box, Xiao Ruiniang stepped forward to open it, and could see several thick dowry books after the separation, as well as a private seal on the booklet, and a string of copper keys in the inner library.

"If San Lang comes back and wants to see me, my mother will give him this box and let him spend it as much as he likes, but as long as I am still the owner of the workshop for a day, the twelve rivers will be taken care of under the name of Ji's Warehouse. I also know that he thinks that the people in the old society are not bloody and want to be stable, you tell him, he can immediately gather the whole Fangfang, see that they are many people in Nanfang, but a few people are willing to follow him into the interior of Fuso-"

As she spoke, she sighed again, diluting the three points of trouble in her voice, without waiting for Huang Qilang to suspect that she was going to Zhuma Temple to avoid San Lang at this time, she looked up at the brightly lit Zhuma Temple in the Yazhu Mountain in the distance, listened to the vibrating Buddha bell that rang back and forth, was slightly silent, slowly closed her hands, and recited softly:

"Nam no Amitabha ......"

Xiao Ruiniang heard a hint of sadness and loneliness in her voice......

"Big girl, you're—"

She opened her eyes, looked at Huang Qilang, who was puzzled, and said softly:

"Brother Huang Qi, this Buddha bell is twenty-four, not a warning bell, but a monk in the temple has returned to heaven......"

Under the cold moonlight gradually rising in the sky, her expression gradually had a sad meaning,

"It's Master Kongming who has passed away......"

Ten years have passed, and the twelve old monks of the Great Song Dynasty who sheltered her in the Zhuma Temple have gradually withered.

The last old Zen master Gao Ming is already eighty years old, he not only helped and protected her when she entered the temple when she was ten years old, but also had the grace of reinvention to Ji Chenhu.

Under her pleading, Kong Ming came forward to persuade a reclusive old warrior monk among his companions, invited him out of the penance, taught Saburo how to use his brute force correctly under the horse and in the waves of land and sea, and taught him how to use his breath to calm his gradually irritable temper.

After the fire merger when the workshop was opened that year, she introduced Song merchants in the workshop through the power of Wang Shiqiang, opened the port to do business, and the north and south squares divided twelve rivers equally, and the two brothers Erlang and Sanlang shook hands and made peace, and there was no conflict again.

The three sisters and brothers are still the same as before, living together in the small courtyard of the Ji family built by themselves, although they can't talk about loving each other, they can also be each other's companions, so that the people in the north and south can also get along peacefully.

However, Saburo didn't know what illness he was committing, and occasionally he would suddenly get up in the middle of the night and wave his fists in the yard, which later developed into this way every night, and slashed all the melon sheds in the yard into rags.

Whether it was a Song doctor or a witch doctor, she invited to check San Lang's pulse, but there was no definite result.

She fried the medicine of Qingxin every day for him to take, and seemed to be quiet for a few days, but one night, San Lang's indiscriminate knife slashed at the door of Erlang's north house, forcing her to call him to her house the next day in the name of urging Erlang to study.

Because of San Lang's illness, Erlang has been living in Mr. Li's house several times, and if he is allowed to live out, there will be rumors of discord between their brothers in the workshop, so she can only take him and Xu Qi Niangzi to sleep together in the Dongzheng House, which is separated by three rooms.

However, when San Lang fell ill again, she could only get up in her clothes, looked at Erlang and Xu Qi, who were not asleep in the left and right rooms, holding one in one hand, and sat in the dark room that scared San Lang by not daring to light the lamp, and comforted them in vain.

She felt Erlang's slight trembling, as well as Xu Qi's ignorant smirk......

She didn't know what Xu Qi was laughing at, she didn't know whether Erlang's trembling conveyed fear or anger, and whether he remembered the small fishing village full of corpses when he was ten years old.

This young man, who is almost fifteen years old and likes to read Song books the most, may recall what San Lang did in the village to wake up his parents and sisters when the epidemic hit that year.

In addition to snatching the herbs that might cure the disease from Erlang's bowl and feeding them to his dead relatives, Ji Chenhu also cut the throats of the seriously ill villagers who were not dead and bleed according to the god-woman witch method spread by word of mouth in the village, and stacked their corpses one by one into a living fortress to pray for the longevity of God......

The nine-year-old thought that this would wake up his parents and sister.

It was only after she contained Ji's mother's five witches that she suddenly understood what was going on with the corpses piled up in the small village in the occasional conversation, and why San Lang was always worried that she was cursed to death by the monk in Zhuma Temple......

In Saburo's heart, she came back to life because of witchcraft.

However, what's even worse is that maybe the feud between Erlang and Saburo began at that moment, not only that, isn't Saburo's madness the bane left over from that natural disaster epidemic?

In what kind of fear did the nine-year-old child be so cruel that he cut the throats of the villagers who were also relatives, and what kind of mood did he have to stay by the corpses of his parents and relatives, and spend those days until she woke up......

……

For the sake of San Lang's illness, she could only go back to Zhuma Temple to cry to the old Zen master Kongming.

Although the rumor of her making knockoffs in Tangfang reached the ears of the old monk, he gradually did not want to see her, and even more unwilling to be taken by her to Tangfang to make offerings, so he only gave her a "Huikong" Dharma name to let her learn to meditate.

But he still helped her and Ji Chenhu.

After he personally diagnosed San Lang's pulse, he came forward to persuade the old warrior monk and let San Lang follow the old warrior monk to learn internal recuperation for three years.

"Mom, I'll tell San Lang that when he is free, he should also send Master Kongming."

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