Jishui is one of the four rivers, which was one of the four largest rivers in the world during the Sui period.

The Yellow River, the Yangtze River, the Huai River, and the Jishui River are second only to the Yellow River and the Huai River, which shows the fame of this river at this time. With a large river, natural navigation is convenient.

In front of Wang Bo's house is this river, so it brings him great convenience in and out. Especially when boating from the water, it can also avoid many eyes, bring more concealment, and be fast.

Behind Wang Bo's house is Changbai Mountain, which is a big mountain that connects several counties of Qi County, known as Little Mount Tai, which shows the size of this Changbai Mountain.

With such a large mountain on your back, it is the easiest to hide people's dirt.

Luo Feng and the others came by land this time, and they came on horseback, but in fact, it was a slower route. From Licheng, you can take a boat down the Jishui River until Zouping.

The closer he got to Qingyangzhuang, Luo Feng slowly found that there were many pairs of eyes on the road.

Those people may be roadside stalls selling tea, or riverside fishermen, or working in the fields and herding cattle at the foot of the mountain, but the feeling tells Luo Feng that these people are paying too much attention to them passers-by.

"Second brother, do you feel it?"

Qin Qiong nodded, "It's a little unusual." ”

His expression became a little heavy, he stayed in Qi County for twenty years, and then joined the Weifu as a soldier for two years, his intuition was also keen, he had already found that after stepping into the scope of Qingyang Village, it had changed very differently.

But he still didn't want to believe that Wang Bo was Zhishilang.

"Drive!"

Qin Qiong hurried up, he couldn't wait to see Wang Bo and ask him what was going on in person.

Approaching the Grange, I faintly heard the sound of drumming.

Luo Feng stopped and asked a young man herding sheep on the side of the road.

"Zhuangzi blows and blows in front, what's the matter?"

"The old farmer has passed away, and he is doing white things."

When Qin Qiong heard this, she urged the horse to speed up more and more.

When the people came to the entrance of the village, they saw that the village had set up a shed, and there were many drummers sitting in front of the door, blowing and beating.

In front of the village, there are many people queuing there.

Sure enough, it was a disguise to do nothing, and many people came to mourn.

"Hey, this Wang Bo is so popular, so many people come to mourn."

Qin Qiong said, "Brother Wang has always had a bold temperament, a generous personality, and is good at making friends. Whenever a friend has something, he is willing to help him. Once there was a neighbor in their village who was poor and had no money to bury his father after he died, although Brother Wang knew that he had no money at that time, he immediately gave his cattle to the neighbor to sell to bury his father. ”

"If anyone is in a hurry, find Brother Wang to save an emergency, no matter whether you are familiar with it or not, Brother Wang will always be enthusiastic to help raise funds, it is precisely for this reason that Brother Wang has always had a good reputation and a wide range of contacts, and now that his father has died, it is not surprising that so many people come to mourn."

Luo Feng went over to inquire, and it turned out that the old owner was Wang Bo's uncle, and he passed away last night, after they set off.

It's a coincidence.

Qin Qiong came to the front of the village and took out a silver collar, which was originally the fund that Zhang Xutuo gave to Luo Feng and them to handle the case, and gave a total of two silver collars, one of which was five taels.

"Qin Qiong, Licheng of Qi County, condolences to the old owner, go all the way."

Such a large piece of silver collar was placed on the table, and the few people in charge of bookkeeping there couldn't help but be shocked.

Such a big silver collar, looking at at least five taels, is converted into more than 20,000 good meat, and if it is exchanged for the current white money, it will have to be more than 30,000 or nearly 40,000.

That's a lot of money.

"It turned out to be Brother Qin from Licheng, and I thanked my uncle first. Uncle has already confessed, the old man left with a seventy birthday, is to enjoy the blessing, the big guy can come to send a ride, the Wang family is grateful, the gift money of the neighbors and friends is not collectible, I am here to write down a name, and I will thank you one by one in the future. ”

Over there, Luo Feng had just taken out two pieces of money, and when he heard the man say this, it was not easy to hand over the money.

Looking at the scale of the Wang family's manor, they are indeed not short of money, and so many people came to mourn, and they did not confiscate a penny of gift money.

While he was talking here, a person came from the door over there, and when he saw Qin Qiong, he immediately rushed over.

"Second brother, why are you here?"

Qin Qiong looked at it, but he was also an acquaintance. This person is also Wang Bo's nephew, Wang Bo used to take him with him when he was serving as Fa Cao in Qi County, and he is about the same age as Qin Qiong, but he is very familiar.

"I asked for leave to visit my mother a few days ago, and I happened to have some leave, so I thought about coming to Zouping to visit Brother Wang, but I didn't expect to meet the old man who died."

"The old man walked very peacefully, no illness or pain, and he just left. My uncle said, this is the number of life, to heaven to enjoy happiness, we are happy and mourning, everyone should be happy. Second brother, don't be sad, the old man was used to living a hard life when he was young, but after middle age, it gets better and better, and he really enjoys the blessings of more than ten years when he is old, and he will not lose in this life. ”

Wang Bo's father died early, and when he was a child, many orphans and widows were helped by their uncles in the clan. Later, Wang Bo came out, and he did not forget his kindness back then, and took care of his uncle like a father.

"Uncle would be happy if he knew you were coming, go, I'll take you in."

Wang Bo's nephew took Qin Qiong and others into the village and came to the mourning hall inside.

Qin Qiong and Luo Feng went up first to worship and worship.

"Uncle Bao, you're here."

Wang Bo came over with linen and filial piety.

"Brother Wang, I didn't expect the old man to leave."

"It's nothing, I left in my seventies, I didn't suffer from the slightest illness, and I went to enjoy it."

Luo Feng secretly looked at Wang Bo.

This Wang Zhuang owner is in his forties this year, tall and burly, but with rough skin, thick hands and feet, like an old farmer, and his face is very kind, it is hard to imagine that such a person actually went from a blacksmith to Facao, and he never imagined that he would be the first to raise the anti-Sui banner in history.

"Brother Wang, this is my aunt's cousin Luo Wu, a native of Zhangqiu."

Wang Bo turned his head and nodded to Luo Feng, "Little brother is from Zhangqiu?" What do you do for a living? ”

"Brother Wang, my family is also at the foot of Changbai Mountain, our Luo family has been farming for generations, and there is also a bit of ancestral iron-making skills, farming when you are busy, striking iron when you are free, barely making a living."

Wang Bo snorted, "The world is getting more and more difficult, when the emperor opened, the people were finally able to eat enough, but now it is getting more and more difficult, the labor is hard, and the people can't live in peace." ”

As he spoke, Wang Bo invited people to the side hall.

The host sat down and served tea again.

Originally, Qin Qiong had a lot of things to say and asked Wang Bo directly in person, but now that the Wang family is holding a funeral, facing Wang Bo who is wearing linen and filial piety, Qin Qiong doesn't know how to speak.