When Lu Yu, who was dressed in a "cheap" Confucian suit, silently walked through the thin morning mist and approached the south gate of the county school, which was decorated like the gate of the "morgue", Liu Zhuang, who was in his early seventies this year and had long been old and dizzy, finally saw who was coming.

After seeing that it was Lu Yu, Liu Zhuang, who was originally depressed and depressed, reluctantly lifted his heart and straightened his bow-like body.

After the "seniors ...... early" walked two meters in front of Liu Zhuang, the "county school sweeping monk", Lu Yu first respectfully bowed to the "porter" and said hello, and then, he glanced at the white yarn on the door's forehead with his eyes, as well as the white clothes on the other party's body, and then asked the other party with a solemn expression: "Senior, this ......"

"Have you heard about the fire in the Drunken Wind Building last night......" Liu Zhuang, who raised his hand slightly and beckoned Lu Yu to the front and back of him, sighed while talking, and asked Lu Yu in a low voice in a voice that only the two of them could hear.

"Back to the seniors, I heard about this kid......" After listening to Liu Zhuang's question, Lu Yu nodded and replied to the other party, what he didn't tell the old man in front of him was that when the drunken wind building caught fire last night, he was one of the witnesses, and last night, he saw with his own eyes that the drunken wind tower that burned like a mountain of flames, floating hundreds of dead souls, the horror of the scene was not something that ordinary people could imagine.

"Hey......" After listening to Lu Yu's answer, Liu Zhuang, the "county school sweeping monk", sighed first, and then, he raised his arm and gently patted Lu Yu's shoulder, and then, his eyes were blank and his voice was like a gossamer: "I'm so worried about Shuwen, you are also in that drunken wind building, do you know, the fire last night burned six of our county students, hey......"

Talking, talking, his eyes were out of focus staring at Liu Zhuang on the ground, and he burst into tears, watching, the unstoppable teardrops, like a pearl necklace with broken threads, "gushed out" from his eye sockets loaded with a pair of red eyeballs, and after a while, the front of his shirt was wet with tears.

Liu Zhuang cried so violently that Lu Yu, who was more than fifty years younger than him, was stunned on the spot, and at this moment, he quickly recalled in his head, recalling everything he saw at the scene of the incident last night.

Lu Yu remembered that he had seen some familiar faces in the Zuifeng Building last night, and those people should be his classmates who only had two faces, but what he never expected was that there were so many classmates who went to the Zuifeng Building for recreation last night, and so many people were burned to death at once.

You must know that there are only about 30 students in Taiping Town County School at this time, because there are few students, so in the eyes of the teachers, each of their students is like their own baby Belle, as if they were their own, and this night, their six "sons" were burned to death in such an unknown way......

"All at once...... Let's go...... There are so many senior brothers...... This is also ......" Lu Yu, who was also a little "impacted" and was a little in a trance, was stunned for about thirty seconds, and then sighed, and then, thoughtfully, he took out a cyan Shu brocade handkerchief from his long sleeves and handed it to Liu Zhuang, letting the old-timer wipe his tears.

"Woo ......" Although Liu Zhuang's eyes seemed to lose focus at the moment, he still caught a glimpse of the Shu brocade handkerchief handed over by Lu Yu, and slowly raised his hand to take the handkerchief, and after wiping two handfuls of eyes tremblingly, Liu Zhuang cried even more, now he is in his early seventies, and he actually cried out of the state of a seven-year-old child.

With just one glance, Lu Yu could see how heartbroken Liu Zhuang was at this moment, after all, as the saying goes: Men don't flick when they have tears, just to not be sad, this Liu Zhuang is crying like this, he is absolutely so sad that he almost collapsed.

In addition to experiencing how sad Liu Zhuang is, Lu Yu can also understand how deep this old man's love for the county students is, if it weren't for his deep feelings, he wouldn't be so out of shape after a long time.

After crying for about three minutes, Liu Zhuang, who had already cried to the point that he didn't even have the strength to stand, was supported by Lu Yu, stepped over the doorrail, paced into the south gate of the county school, and sat tremblingly on the stool placed under the windowsill of the door room.

As for Lu Yu, he didn't sit down, after helping Liu Zhuang to sit down on the bench, Lu Yu stood quietly in front of the other party, his eyes closed with a solemn face, and he was silently thinking about something.

At this moment, Lu Yu was thinking that among the more than 200 people who were burned to death in the Zuifeng Lou fire last night, although many of them were Liao, Tubo and Xixia people who fought each other, but the vast majority of the dead were the local Song people in Taiping Town, and the death toll was definitely more than 160.

It stands to reason that this kind of large-scale death of the people is an earth-shattering event for the county seat of Taiping Town, or for the higher-level Guozhou Prefecture, and even for the higher-level Zizhou Road.

However, Lu Yu, who has lived in the Great Song Dynasty for 12 years and has been exposed to it for 12 years, knows very well that in today's Great Song Dynasty, the officialdom inside and outside is basically "rotten", and in this environment, there is almost no reason to talk about it in the world.

This means that even if such a shocking event happened last night, in order not to lose his official position, whether it is the county magistrate of Taiping Town, or the magistrate of Guozhou, or even the criminal officer of Zizhou Road, this matter should be made small and trivial.

Even if this matter cannot be completely "resolved" in the end, officials at all levels are not afraid, after all, they are all old oilmen in the officialdom, who can not use a few tricks to "get rid of the shell of the golden cicada", as long as they can find a few "unlucky eggs" to carry this "black pot", then this matter will not implicate them at all.

Besides, there were many "survivors" who escaped from the fire last night, and these people really saw yesterday that it was those Liao people, Tubo people and Xixia people who lit the fire that killed each other, and they had nothing to do with the Han people at all, so in Lu Yu's view, the most likely outcome of this large number of people died was that officials at all levels put the responsibility on the people of different races, and the case was decided in two or three days, completely eliminating the impact of this matter on the officialdom.

After about a minute or two, after analyzing the possible future development direction of this matter within his ability, Lu Yu silently shook his head and sighed, and slowly opened his closed eyes.

After staring at Liu Zhuang, the "county school sweeping monk" who was still in tears, for half a minute, and after observing that the wrinkles on the old man's face were all stuck with tears, Lu Yu, who looked at it more and more, diverted the other party's attention and said: "Senior, boy, I heard ...... it."