At sunset, a waning moon hung crookedly on the edge of the field, and a few scattered stars tried to emit light, dotting around the moon, and the night sky was not so lonely after all.

At night, Yongle Village is immersed in a sense of tranquility, the sky is late autumn, and a few strong winds may send the weather into the cold winter in a few days.

The weather is getting colder and colder, and the people in the village do not want to walk around, so they stay at home after dinner, carefully calculating the rations for this year's New Year, as well as the food and clothing for next year.

Yongle Village is located in the plain, with a large area of fertile land, and is considered a rich place on the whole, but the family life is still difficult in the bad years.

In this poor era, it is already a very good life for a family to be fed and clothed all year round, but this kind of life that sounds undemanding can be destroyed by only a minor illness.

At night, the lights of thousands of homes are lit, but it is also the most melancholy moment.

The calm of Yongle Village was soon interrupted by the sound of horses' hooves. The two horses galloped into the village and went straight to the village chief's house, and the people on the horses were Yang Qingzheng's two friends, who looked anxious, kept waving their whips, and ran towards the village.

One of them suddenly slowed down and said to the other, "I said, are we in a hurry?" Qingzheng's grandfather is also old, and telling his grandfather in the middle of the night will it make his grandfather anxious? They can't enter Chang'an City now, but they are in a hurry, why don't they talk about it tomorrow? ”

"Phew!" The other person also slowly stopped the horse, touched his chin and pondered what the man said, patted his thigh and said, "It makes sense, even if you say it now, it will make the Qingzheng family worry in vain." It's not too late to wait until tomorrow. ”

"That's it!" Another lamented, "Why are we in such a hurry? Well, now, in this place where there is no village in front of the village, there is no place to sleep! ”

"What can I do?" The other person also had a big headache, annoyed that he didn't want to be clear at that time, there was no inn near Yongle Village, where to rest in the middle of the night?

"Hey! It doesn't matter so much, let's find Brother Qingzheng's home, anyway, we have to let his family know, it's better to know it sooner, maybe we can think of something to pay attention to one night. ”

The man urged the horse to move on, and the other sat on the horse for a while, touching his chin and muttering to himself, "Yes, I've come here anyway, I can't go back, right?" As he spoke, he urged him to step forward.

Yang Qingzheng's grandfather, Village Chief Yang went to Chen Daomai's house to drink.

Village Chief Yang is a good wine person, since he tasted the fine wine brewed by Chen Daomai at Chen Daomai's house, he has been out of control, and almost every night he brings one or two side dishes to Chen Daomai's house to drink.

Chen Daomai is not stingy, anyway, the wine is brewed in his son's workshop, and he will send someone to send home a few jars of wine every month, and he can't finish it alone, and the village chief will accompany him to drink, and there are side dishes to eat, why not?

With his son not at home and no wife to take care of him, Chen Daomai was probably bored, and he had to talk to the village chief for a while every night. The two old men can gossip more than the long-tongued woman at the head of the village, and even a litter of cubs born by the old Zhang family next door can be analyzed by a litter of boars that are not kept together.

Perhaps in the future, Chen Fei will be named a "son of the father of genetics", which is really gratifying.

The village chief and Chen Daomai had a pot of wine, and when they were drinking vigorously, they suddenly heard a cry from outside the courtyard, and it was a woman's cry.

A cool cold wind blew into the house, which immediately gave the two of them goosebumps.

"On this big night, whose mother-in-law is crying? It can't be for something, right? Chen Daomai looked out of the house curiously, only heard crying, but didn't see anyone, it was indeed a very strange thing, and it had to make people feel cold.

The village chief probably drank too much, his head was little by little, and he just smiled indifferently when he heard the crying. "Lao Chen, sit down! What's the hurry! Isn't it just crying? What could it be? This voice belongs to my daughter-in-law, and I can hear it, it's not some demon or monster. ”

"Your daughter-in-law?" Chen Daomai was stunned for a moment, then listened sideways for a while, and heard the whispers of several people in addition to crying, and couldn't help but feel more and more strange.

"That's weird, why is your daughter-in-law crying outside? And it sounds like it's getting closer and closer to my house, and it seems that there are other sounds... Ay! Village chief, it's really your daughter-in-law! ”

When Chen Daomai saw the crying woman in the courtyard who couldn't walk, he immediately woke up a little and shook the village chief who was about to get drunk.

"What's wrong? What's wrong? What happened? Is it on fire? The village chief rubbed his eyes, burped loudly, and looked around in confusion.

Chen Daomai hurriedly turned the head of the village chief, who was still confused, in a different direction, "Village chief, don't look at my house, look outside, your daughter-in-law will cry outside, maybe your house is really on fire!" ”

"Huh?" The village chief turned his head and saw his daughter-in-law crying outside, and stood up with a bang.

ran to his daughter-in-law, held her, and asked anxiously, "Ah Cui?" What's going on? Why are you crying like this? What's wrong? What's going on at home? Who are these two offspring? ”

As he spoke, the village chief looked curiously at the two young people beside him.

The two young men hurriedly saluted the village chief. "I saw Grandpa Yang in my late life, and I was born in my late life... Late life is a pure friend..."

"Honest friends?"

The village chief smiled silently, and suddenly, his expression changed, his eyelids jumped suddenly, and he grabbed the sleeve of one of them and asked, "Are you honest friends?" Coming here so late, could it be that something happened to Qingzheng? ”

"This..."The man who was grabbed by the village chief in his clothes hesitated, his eyes dodged, and he didn't dare to tell the truth, for fear of scaring the old man.

But the village chief could judge from the expressions of the two and the miserable appearance of his daughter-in-law crying that Yang Qingzheng must have had an accident in Chang'an City!

"What's going on? What happened to Kiyomasa? Don't hide it from me, tell me quickly! Village Chief Yang's words began to get excited.

Yang Qing is his precious grandson, he has been sensible and studious since he was a child, and he is the hope of the next generation of his Yang family, how can he not be anxious?

Village Chief Yang really can't wait for himself to grow a pair of wings and fly to Chang'an City!

"Actually... In fact, we don't know what is the matter of purity? The other person spoke, "This evening, a few of us will meet with Qingzheng in the tavern and have a few drinks. Who knew that a team of officers and soldiers suddenly broke in, and arrested Brother Qingzheng without saying a word, and didn't even tell us what crime he had convicted, and we also sent the news out before the city gate was closed, as for what happened later, we... I don't know! ”

(End of chapter)