Zhou Heng was stunned, Ma Wenliang quickly clamped his hand with his injured arm, and the force used was very large, such a fierce action, the gauze in the palm position of the palm was instantly red.

Zhou Heng hurriedly stopped moving, raised his hand and signaled Ma Wenliang not to move.

"Okay, don't move, your hand is just starting to recover now, otherwise my previous efforts will be in vain, I won't leave, but I need to call Grandpa Fang over, because it's useless for me to hear it, do you understand?"

Ma Wenliang nodded, he knew what Zhou Heng meant.

"Okay, Childe can call him!"

As soon as Zhou Heng waved his hand, Xiao Liuzi hurriedly ran away.

After a while, as soon as the door rang, Xiao Liuzi panted and came in with a few people, and then he hurriedly pushed the treatment cart out.

It was none other than Fang Jizhong, Fang Hua and a few familiar factory guards, of course, one of whom was Liu Fudong, who had been treated by Zhou Heng before.

This person was poisoned by arrows and smashed wounds, and after treatment, he did not rest in the ward at all, and he could not find anyone directly.

I didn't expect this to appear on Fang Jizhong's side, looking at that look, Zhou Heng almost shuddered.

Murderous, full of murderous aura as if it could freeze people to death, staring at Ma Wenliang.

Could it be that this person's injury is related to Ma Wenliang?

Zhou Heng only remembered at this time, it seemed that when they came back, Fang Hua said that these people were calculated by the authorities, and it could be seen from the amount of blood that they were not close to Beishan, so that means that they were in danger at Ma Wenliang's house?

Seeing the ceremony, everyone else walked out, leaving Zhou Heng, Fang Jizhong, Fang Hua and Liu Fudong, and before Zhou Heng could say anything, Fang Jizhong looked directly at Ma Wenliang.

"If you have anything to say, we don't dare to guarantee that you can still stay with your life."

At this point, Ma Wenliang has nothing to be reserved, anyway, no matter how he handles it, it seems hypocritical, it is better to say it directly if he wants to, anyway, he has no more hope and concern for his adoptive father.

"I was an orphan, about three or four years old, I was picked up by my adoptive father from a mass grave, I don't remember how my parents died, I only have one memory, that is, cold, cold winter, sitting in the snow, surrounded by dead people, my adoptive father took me home like this.

Then I was brought up by my adoptive father, and although I did not enjoy much happiness, I was starved, I was beaten and scolded by my adoptive father, and I was used as an animal by the squire's family, but it was good to have a sheltered home. ”

Fang Jizhong didn't rush to urge, after all, this Ma Wenliang can take the initiative to say, it is still very happy, Hu Zongmao's side has not yet had the final result, it would be good if he knew some here first.

"Don't be in a hurry and say slowly, where is your adoptive father, is that home in Zhangjiabao Village? Or is there somewhere else for your adoptive father to stay? ”

Ma Wenliang nodded, this action was really difficult for him, it seemed to be pulled into the wound on the back of his head, his face was already white, Zhou Heng waved his hand, and Xiao Liuzi stepped forward.

"Help him sit up so he doesn't touch the wound."

Xiao Liuzi moved quickly, and hurriedly helped Ma Wenliang up according to Zhou Heng's instructions, the bed was shaken, and the back was also put on a pillow, and he seemed to be much more comfortable lying on the hospital bed, so he continued:

"My adoptive father's surname is Ma, and my ancestors left a house in Zhangjiabao, although there are only two houses and the only remaining property, when I was five years old, because I couldn't rent fertile land, so he followed him to run the boat, and came back in spring and late autumn, sometimes eight or nine months, sometimes half a year.

So on weekdays, I was at home by myself, went to the mountains to pick up some dry firewood, changed the rice grain, and the aunt next door could give me a few steamed cakes, and the days came like this. ”

I could feel in his words that Ma Wenliang was also a pitiful person, Fang Jizhong had no expression on his face, and then asked:

"What's your adoptive father's name, but who's there to deal with?"

"His name is Ma San, everyone calls him that, the children call him the third uncle and the third uncle, he said that he is illiterate, so he is called the eldest one."

Fang Jizhong leaned in front of Ma Wenliang, supported the side of the bed with his hands, and stared at Ma Wenliang's eyes.

"Okay, then let me ask you, why did you go to Beishan? And who instructed him to blow up the alcohol factory? Your adoptive father didn't come back more than half a year, how did you get in touch? ”

Ma Wenliang did not avoid Fang Jizhong's aggressive gaze, and raised his eyes to look directly at Fang Jizhong.

"During the Chinese New Year, I heard from people in the same village that Beishan opened a medical school, and there was no cost if you didn't look at the middle door, and the poor could also come to study, so I wanted to come over, but my adoptive father disagreed, but seeing that I insisted, I didn't say much in the end.

However, last month, my adoptive father came back suddenly, saying that he was injured and came back to raise for a few months, and he came to Beishan to see me twice, and asked me carefully what Beishan made, in fact, I didn't know much, but he said that the steward wanted me to work in the quartermaster's workshop recently.

When my adoptive father heard about it, he tried his best to persuade me to go, and talked to me a lot, how difficult it was to raise me over the years, let me know how to repay the kindness, I didn't think much about it and went to the new workshop, five days ago my adoptive father came over at ten o'clock in the evening, and I invited him to eat at the farmhouse.

After drinking some wine, my adoptive father cried, and then knelt down for me, and said a lot of things that I didn't understand, what the meaning of his life was, that is, to wait for an order, but I didn't expect to pick up my son, so I also wanted my son to inherit my father's business, and I was blinded at the time, and I didn't know the meaning of these words.

My adoptive father dragged me to my knees and said that I don't need to understand, the rest is naturally arranged, just let me wait for news, and when I receive the note, just light the alcohol workshop, and if you want to explode the kind, it's better to die more.

I was shocked at the time, and I wanted to go, but my adoptive father kowtowed to me directly, saying that if I didn't do it, he wouldn't live tomorrow, this is killing my father, it was a great crime and disobedience, holding my legs and crying constantly, saying that I don't know the methods of those people, if I don't do it, our grandfather will not be able to survive and die.

In desperation, I agreed, and at noon on June 17, I received the noon meal, and halfway through the meal, I found that there was something in the steamed bun, and I quickly went to the toilet and took out the thing, which was a small bamboo tube with a note in it.

It says at two o'clock in the afternoon, pull open an iron wire tied under the iron shelf on the east side of the alcohol tank, and then use a bamboo pole to throw the fire fold into the can, and behind it is a picture, marking the location of various things, the picture is very detailed, I know that my time of death has come.

When I returned to the workshop, I took a turn around the alcohol tank and found that there was an iron wire tied to the east side, and there was something similar to a spool underneath, and there was a bamboo pole in the corner of the ground, and there was a board next to it, and below it was a fire fold.

When it was time to predeem, I shook the spool, and then the lid on the tank opened, everyone was busy, there was a lot of noise in the workshop, no one paid attention to me, I held the bamboo pole, tied the fire fold to the rope at the top of the bamboo pole, and threw it directly into the alcohol can, and then bang, I didn't know anything.

I'm sorry for Childe's trust, I have no shame to live, but Childe worked hard to save me, not for me to die like this, I have repaid my adoptive father's nurturing kindness, but I really owe it to Childe and the workers in our workshop, so I want to say what I know. ”

Fang Jizhong stood up, he was a person who had been in the deep palace all his life, and he was very familiar with interrogation, it was obvious that Ma Wenliang said the truth, a person who was regarded as a chess piece, naturally would not know much.

However, there are several important messages conveyed here.

Ma San is a member of the Golden Crow Sect, but the level is very low, they have cultivated a large number of personnel, but they usually don't use it, once it is activated, it will cost their lives, and if they don't obey, they will die, and the means are extremely cruel, Ma San should have seen it.

And the so-called ancestral industry of the Ma family is just the industry of the Golden Crow Sect, otherwise it would not have been passed down from generation to generation.

According to Liu Fudong's statement before, the building under the Ma family is extremely exquisite, and it cannot be completed overnight, and even the farthest tunnel may lead directly to the capital, or the palace, but it has been destroyed by them.

The Beishan governed by Zhou Heng can be described as a strict management, although the sparrows are small and complete, some aspects are no worse than those in the palace, even so, they can make the people of the Golden Crow Sect take advantage of the loopholes.

The notes in the steamed buns, the iron wires of the lid of the alcohol can, the bamboo poles, and the fire folds, which are arranged one by one in the strictly managed workshop, make people think about it carefully.

Especially Shizi, others don't know, but Fang Jizhong knows it very well.

King Ning left a large number of guards to protect him by the side of the prince, but when the three of them had an accident, no one mentioned this, obviously whether it was the guards or the people who protected him, they were all branched out, was it just to blow up the workshop of the military quartermaster?

Or did you deliberately do this to shock Your Majesty? It is to shake the government and the opposition, and everyone is uneasy.

Hu Zongmao is the imperial history, he has been conscientious for decades, and he is a rare clear stream in the court, Zhang Fuling said last night, although he couldn't say it in detail, but it has been confirmed that he was funded by the Golden Crow Sect since he was a child, and he can be involved, so what about the civil and military affairs of the Manchu Dynasty?

This is too ruthless, this is to make the government and the opposition of the Great Liang Kingdom begin to guess and cause a bloody storm.

People like Ma Wenliang don't know anything at all, but they were adopted by the adoptive father of the Jinwu Sect, and they did this in order to repay the kindness of their upbringing, and they couldn't let people say anything else.

But where is his adoptive father?

"Do you know what relatives your adoptive father has, or who usually walks around with your family?"

Ma Wenliang thought about it carefully, judging from his expression, there must not be many such people, and they don't come and go often, otherwise they would have said it directly, and sure enough, Ma Wenliang paused and raised his eyes and said:

"Usually I don't have much contact with my neighbors, but the aunt next door, when my adoptive father comes back, he will give them a little money, or a few buckets of grain, but every year during the Chinese New Year, two uncles will come to sit.

When I was a child, I can't remember accurately, as soon as the two uncles came, I was driven to the kitchen to sleep, they drank and chatted until the night, only one uncle came over for the Chinese New Year this year, and his leg was lame, and he looked much better than before. ”

Fang Jizhong squinted, uncle, needless to say, he is naturally a member of the Golden Crow Sect, such a description is difficult to find, just a lame person, there are many lame people all over the world, how can it be compared?

Fang Jizhong frowned and glanced at Liu Fudong next to him.

Zhou Heng was stunned, what do you mean that this is about to do it, this is a medical school, and Ma Wenliang has already told everything he knows, do you want to do anything?

Zhou Heng coughed, looked at Fang Jizhong with a smile on his face, Liu Fudong stared at Zhou Heng coldly, that gaze was really uncomfortable, why is this product so fierce, is it afraid that others will not know that he is the person of the factory guard?

Fang Jizhong heard Zhou Heng's voice, and quickly looked over, it stands to reason that he really didn't want Zhou Heng to listen to this today, but fortunately, Ma Wenliang didn't say anything, it was all vague and didn't involve the key.

Seeing that he seemed to have something to say, he was still a little surprised, after all, how much this Zhou Heng spared his life, he knew, in general, at such a time, he was pretending to be dead or pretending to be stupid, what happened today?

"If Uncle Zhou has anything to say, you might as well say it directly, after all, Ma Wenliang also trusts you the most."

Zhou Heng waved his hand.

"What kind of trust or distrust, in Beishan is to eat by ability, all on his own, I understand his guilt, although I don't understand who you are looking for, but I have a way, maybe I can find someone in this way."

Fang Jizhong was stunned, and quickly looked at Zhou Heng with interest.

"Oh? What Uncle Zhou means is that you have a way to find someone, but we don't know Ma Wenliang's adoptive father, and that uncle? ”

Zhou Heng hurriedly waved his hand and motioned for Fang Hua to come over, Fang Hua had puzzlement on his face, but he didn't say anything, and walked directly in front of Zhou Heng, Zhou Heng reached out and took out a notebook and a few charcoal pens that Fang Hua was carrying, and shook them in front of Fang Jizhong.

"When I was training as a new doctor, I drew a lot of drawings about the human body and its anatomy, which I drew by myself, and several of my disciples also knew it, which is a new way of drawing.

It is not like the creation of calligraphy and painting, we all draw according to the original appearance of people and things, so it is extremely realistic, and the difference with myself is the least, I mean according to Ma Wenliang's description, we draw two such portraits, so find someone is not twice the result with half the effort? ”

Fang Jizhong's face was full of interest, if this method was feasible, it could indeed get twice the result with half the effort, but what kind of portrait was this Fang Jizhong had no concept at all.

At this time, Fang Hua came over and whispered a few words in Fang Jizhong's ear, and Fang Jizhong nodded.

Fang Jizhong hurriedly smiled at Zhou Heng and arched his hand, completely recovering the appearance he had before by the old emperor's side.

"Then there's Uncle Law."

Zhou Heng nodded, didn't say much, leaned in front of Ma Wenliang, held a notebook and said:

"Let's start with your adoptive father, tell me if he has a square face or a round face? What hairstyle? Who of us are eyebrows and eyes more similar? Is the nose a garlic nose or a hooked nose? Thin or thick lips? ”

Although he didn't know what Zhou Heng was going to do, Ma Wenliang, like all Beishan people, had a natural sense of closeness to Zhou Heng.

"The adoptive father is very thin, with a long face, high cheekbones, a square chin, deep sunken eye sockets, small but slender eyes, very similar to this eldest brother, with wide eye bags, and half-cut eyebrows, which look very lush in front and very scarce in the back.

The nose is a garlic nose, the middle is very long, the upper lip is almost none, the lower lip is very thick, the beard is very thin, the hairstyle is very simple, just a single bun, but the forehead is extremely wide, the middle is pointed, and the sides are a little bald. ”

Ma Wenliang's description is very careful, after all, he has studied in Beishan, and he can explain all parts clearly, Zhou Heng's pen moves very quickly, and he simply sketches a form with a few strokes, and holds it up for Ma Wenliang to see.

"Look, what's wrong, or needs to be adjusted?"