In the sound of suona, incense, cannons, toasts, money, salutes, and many cumbersome etiquettes.

Song Yuantu sat on the side of the mourning hall with his eyes closed, shaped like a withered tree, his hair was unintentionally combed, and it was piled up like snow on his head. Everyone was silent as they passed him, fearing that the old man who was sad and wanted to die of his heart was disturbed.

Finally waited for the mourning music to subside, Xu Minghua was anxious, came to Song Yuantu's side, and called in a low voice: "Old man, wake up, wake up." ”

Song Yuantu opened his eyes drowsily, glanced blankly in front of him, his eyes condensed for a long time, and there was a trace of anger, which landed firmly on Xu Minghua's seemingly concerned face.

"Oh, it's over." Song Yuantu struggled to stand up, his legs and feet were weak and he fell back into the chair.

Xu Minghua hurriedly stretched out his hand to mix, and Deng Huaibin, who had already prepared on the side, also stretched out his hand to support Song Yuantu's other arm, Song Yuantu stood up under the joint efforts of the two, Xu Minghua and Deng Huaibin's eyes met in the air, emitting invisible sparks, but the corners of their mouths showed smiles.

Song Yuantu walked to the backyard with the help of the two, this is a three-entry courtyard, there is a corner door at the end of the corridor on the right, Song Yuantu opened the corner door, it was a remote courtyard inside, and a fragrance came to his face. Deng Huaibin heard Song Chong say that his father worshiped the Buddha, and this should be a Buddhist hall.

Song Yuantu said in a hoarse voice: "The thing is in the Buddha Hall, you can come in with me." ”

Xu Minghua looked inside, there was a small wooden building in the small courtyard, surrounded by walls, the yard was very small, some trees were planted, and the light was blocked by the trees, which looked a little gloomy. Xu Minghua turned his head and glanced at Xu An, suggesting that he was following closely to protect himself, Deng Huaibin also signaled to the two officials behind him, and the two helped Song Tuyuan into the small courtyard, and the others followed closely into the courtyard.

Song Yuantu didn't make a sound, came to the Buddha hall and stood in front of his legs and said: "The Buddha hall is quiet, don't disturb the gods too much, let them wait in the courtyard." ”

Push open the door of the Buddha hall, the fragrance is getting stronger and stronger, the Buddha hall is very small, the incense table is placed with the fruit sparse, there are three incense sticks inserted in the incense burner in the middle, the smell of the cigarette pushing the door is disturbed, and it is chaotic.

Song Yuantu walked into the Buddhist hall, Xu Minghua followed closely behind him, there was a yellow curtain hanging in the room, and the Buddha statue was enshrined in the middle, Xu Minghua looked at the Buddha statue, and his face turned pale with fright. The Buddha statue is not like the Buddha in the Dazheng Buddha Temple, but a foreign god with a blue face and fangs, many hands and feet, a skull crown on his head, a skull rosary, and a raging fire burning behind his back.

Deng Huaibin followed into the door, saw Xu Minghua trembling all over, followed his gaze to see the Buddha statue clearly, and said with a smile: "Lord Xu, this is the mighty Buddha from the Tudu National Hidden Sect, this is his angry body, deterring the evil sect, showing great anger and fearlessness." ”

Song Yuantu turned around and closed the door and tied it up, the Buddhist hall was dark, Xu Minghua subconsciously took a step back, leaned his back against the wooden door, and asked in surprise: "Old man, what are you doing when you close the door?" ”

"It's a big deal, the wall has ears, it's better that fewer people know." The corners of Song Yuantu's mouth showed a sly smile, and said, "Are you still afraid that Lord Xu is a bad old man, not to mention that there is still Lord Deng, what are you afraid of?" ”

Looking at Song Yuantu's white-haired and trembling body, and seeing the sneer on the corner of Deng Huaibin's mouth, Xu Minghua defended: "The Buddha hall is too dark, so it's better to open the door to be brighter." ”

Song Yuantu picked up the fire fold from the table, and lit a row of long lamps on the table, the light was like beans fluttering in the wind, although the room was much brighter, it made people feel more deep and cold, Xu Minghua found that his heart was a little cold.

There are no seats in the house

, Only a futon was placed in front of the incense table, and Song Yuantu knelt down on the futon, bowed to the Buddha statue, and muttered something in his mouth. The atmosphere was a little weird, Xu Minghua and Deng Huaibin glanced at each other, stood left and right, and both raised their vigilance, watching Song Yuantu's every move.

Song Yuantu chattered for a while, then stood up and said, "Chong'er left a letter, I will put it behind the Buddha statue, and I will give it to you." ”

Trying to get up with his hands on the ground, Song Yuantu trembled and lifted the yellow curtain into the back. Xu Minghua and Deng Huaibin both took a step forward nervously, wanting to lift the curtain and look inside. I only heard a few "bangs" inside, as if something had been broken. Deng Huaibin hurriedly stepped forward to lift the yellow curtain, only to see that behind the curtain were several large vats, which had been broken, and the soybean oil in the jars gushed out like flowing water.

Song Yuantu held the fire fold in his hand, and pointed at the firecracker lead placed on the side of the cylinder, and the lead emitted a "zizi" red light, Xu Minghua and Deng Huaibin were so frightened that they turned around and rushed to the door, and their four hands reached out to the door bolt at the same time. The explosion of "Peng" was followed by the flames, and in an instant the entire house was filled with flames, engulfing the people in the house.

"Chong'er, today you return to your soul, dad will go with you, father and son will accompany you on the Huangquan Road, and it will save you loneliness, and your father will avenge you." In Song Yuantu's poignant and crazy laughter, Deng Huaibin and Xu Minghua screamed miserably, the clothes on their bodies turned into flames, and both of them could smell the smell of burnt meat from their bodies.

Pull open the door, a gust of wind rushed in, the more the flames on the body were stronger, the two rushed to the door, the door frame was small, the two people were stuck in front of the door, the two flying flames burned more and more, like two burning torches in the wind.

The three people who stood in the courtyard and waited were stunned, and saw the fire rushing out of the gate and window lattice, and the entire small building was swaying in the firelight.

Two fireballs squeezed out of the gate and fell limply to the ground, tumbling and struggling in pain. The two officials turned around and fled the door, shouting all the way: "It's on fire, put out the fire." ”

Xu An took off the clothes on his body, and stepped forward to fight the flames on his body for Xu Minghua. The weather was cold, the winter clothes on his body were thick, and poor Xu Minghua was already burned to the knees, twitching weakly on the ground, and a miserable wail came out of his mouth. Deng Huaibin on the other side had no one to put out the fire for him, he was motionless at the moment, and the flames on his body were still burning tenaciously.

When everyone came in to put out the fire and save people, the Buddhist hall had become a cupola torch, Song Yuantu had already been burned into charcoal balls in the house, Deng Huaibin didn't breathe, Xu Minghua still had a breath, but he was covered in charcoal black, and those who were far away could smell the smell of meat, and he was dying with his mouth open. The doctor shook his head when he saw it, the burn was too severe to be treated.

A day later, Xu Minghua closed his eyes with endless pain and countless regrets, Xu An was a slave of the Xu family, the master died, Xu An's sin was not small, and the silver was found to be slipped. Deng Huaibin is a native of Huangzhou, an official for thousands of miles, there is only one concubine and a few clansmen around him, Deng Huaibin left a lot of silver, so the first thing became to compete for family property, and two days later, the concubine rolled up some silver and ran away with people.

Zhao Zehe sent someone to send a letter to Jiang Tingshi, but secretly asked people to check Xu Minghua's luggage, and got the letter he wrote to Yushitai and he sent to Jiang Anyi and was sent back by Jiang Anyi.

After Jiang Anyi received the letter, he did not dare to delay, and hurried to Jingyuan County, where he should be appeased, questioned, and investigated. Regarding the embezzlement of disaster relief silver, the board was raised high, and finally fell gently: Zhao Tianzhuang was heavily responsible for forty boards and was repatriated to his hometown; The petty officials and officials who were found to have embezzled disaster relief money were either beaten, punished, or retired; Zhao County ordered the superintendent not to be severely punished for half a year, and continued

Investigation of the case of embezzlement of disaster relief funds.

That night, Zhao Zehe quietly came to the post house to ask to see Jiang Anyi, put on the two letters he had collected from Xu Minghua, respectfully kowtowed to Jiang Anyi three times, and quietly retired. Watching the two letters turn to ashes in the fire, Jiang Anyi was stunned. This may have been the best ending for him, but he could not be happy, and several lives were killed because of this, and although I did not kill Beren, Beren died because of me.

The grain and grass for disaster relief in Anxi Prefecture continued to enter the disaster area, announcing that the disaster relief had come to an end, and the mobilized migrant workers were still dredged the urban and rural roads in the northwest of Huiye Province under the stimulation of the wage of 20 wen a day, and many officials in the counties in the disaster area were still secretly embezzling, but after the lessons of Jingyuan County and the vigorous investigation of Long Wei, the methods of these people became more secretive, and the number of embezzlements was much less.

The extra silver turned into food, clothing, shelter and transportation for the affected people, giving hope to the originally desperate people. The people are the most simple, and what the disaster relief government has done is seen in their eyes, praised in their mouths, and remembered in their hearts, and Jiang Anyi, as the image spokesperson of the government, is naturally grateful by the people.

Taking into account the different needs of different ethnic groups, Jiang Anyi adopted different means and methods in the disaster relief, which made the contradictions of various ethnic groups in Huazhou virtually resolved, and Jiang Anyi's reputation among the people of Huazhou was skyrocketing.

On the sixth day of December, Jiang Anyi returned to Huiye Mansion and reported the disaster relief situation to the imperial court, as well as the situation in Jingyuan County. In the compromise, Jiang Anyi asked for credit for the gentry of Huazhou, especially mentioning the righteous deeds of the Ning family, which completely changed the situation that Jiang Anyi and the Huazhou scholars were in the same situation some time ago.

This once-in-a-century snow disaster was minimized under Jiang Anyi's vigorous mediation, and no matter how much rhetoric was not as good as actual action, the officials of the government looked at Jiang Tingshi's gaze, less awe, and more respect.

After arranging the affairs of the government, Jiang Anyi returned to the back house amid everyone's congratulations. On the bed, under the light, in front of his wife, Jiang Anyi took off his mask, showing a lost look, muttering the truth about Jingyuan County, sighing that he didn't know whether it was right or wrong to do this.

Xin Fei's head lay on Jiang Anyi's chest, feeling her husband's powerful heartbeat, and listened quietly. Waiting for Jiang Anyi to let out a long sigh, Xin Fei said: "The concubine is a dragon guard, and she kills the Yuantian Sect people for the court, and she has a lot of lives in her hands. ”

Squeezing the fat on her chest on her husband's arm, Xin Fei continued: "There are some things that can't be distinguished from right and wrong, and the choices made are different depending on the position, and the concubine feels that there is nothing wrong with Jiang Lang doing this. People are close to each other, if one day the court asks Jiang Lang to kill his concubine and kill An Yong, how will Jiang Lang choose? ”

Xin Fei stood up and stared playfully at Jiang Anyi's eyes, and from Jiang Anyi's eyes, she saw the answer she wanted.

"Jiang Lang, you are too tired during this time, the concubine body presses your temples for you, and the concubine's Mingyu true qi has grown a lot recently."

Xin Fei sat cross-legged, rested Jiang Anyi's head on her lap, gently pressed her two hands on Jiang Anyi's temples, and a cool true qi soothed into Jiang Anyi's head, and then spread this comfort throughout her body along the meridians. The effort was not large, and Jiang Anyi fell asleep soundly.

The candle shadow shook red, Xin Fei looked at her sleeping husband with pity, and said softly: "Jiang Lang, there is fate in this life, you and I share blessings and misfortunes, life and death depend on each other, whether it is right or wrong, I will be with you." ”(https:)

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