Early morning on September 27th!

Wang Shihua, who had just finished practicing in the morning, came to Gu Yushu's room for some reason.

The maid who used to serve Gu Yushu saw Wang Shihua coming, and hurriedly opened the door. But Wang Shihua stood at the door, looked inside, stopped for a long time, but couldn't cross the threshold. In the end, with a long sigh, he turned around and sat on the threshold, only to see Wang Erlin sweating profusely and rushing over and shouting: "Sir, it's not good, it's not good......"

Wang Shihua frowned, and when Wang Erlin ran in front of him, he raised his hand and gave him a slap on the head, and scolded: "Erlin, has your skull been flooded recently?" Lao Tzu is good, can you curse Lao Tzu? ”

"No, sir, it's uncle, uncle, he ......"

"What's wrong with Uncle?"

Wang Erlin is not on duty today, after getting up early in the morning, he stands on the side of the street, habitually admiring the women who get up early, waiting for his mother-in-law to make breakfast - although he is tightly controlled, and there is the threat of Zhang Cuiyun, he has restrained a lot, but secretly appreciating and appreciating the 'scenery' is also a kind of enjoyment.

Suddenly, seeing a group of cavalry rushing from afar, seeing that its outfit was not from the Wang family's cavalry battalion, Wang Erlin was furious: Dog's day, dare to gallop on my Wang's territory early in the morning, when there is no one in my Wang's family?

But as soon as the other party took the lead in approaching, Wang Erlin immediately put on a smiling face and took the initiative to ask, "Uncle, you haven't been back for a long time, please come home to rest." ”

"Lao Tzu still has urgent matters, so I won't sit down. By the way, Erlin, is it my ancestral grave that smokes from it, or does it smoke from my father's tomb. ”

"It's the old lady's tomb that has been smoking for several days, and it has not weakened at all, but has become thicker. Uncle, this is a great thing, everyone says that this indicates that our Wang family ......"

Before he finished speaking, Wang Shirong glanced at Wang Erlin coldly, whipped the horse, and walked away.

Wang Erlin was inexplicable by this look, but he found that there was a hoe on the back of the horse ridden by the three-eyed cat, and then looked at other knights, and what was put on the horse was either a hoe or a shovel.

Wang Erlin grabbed the reins of the three-eyed cat suspiciously, and asked in a low voice: "Three-eyed cat, you inquired about the green smoke coming from the old lady's grave, and brought a hoe and shovel, what are you doing?" ”

The three-eyed cat also disapproved of the trip, because he thought the fortune tellers were talking nonsense. But Wang Shirong believed it, and as the commander of Wang Shirong's guard company, he had to carry it out when persuasion was fruitless.

Now when he heard Wang Erlin ask, he immediately thought of something, and after scanning the surroundings, he hurriedly whispered: "You go and inform the second master, just tell the uncle that he is going to dig the old lady's tomb, and let the second master hurry up to stop it." ”

Wang Erlin was startled and hurriedly came to report to Wang Shihua.

Although Wang Shihua doesn't believe much in these superstitions, it can be seen that the people are convinced, and this matter has great benefits to themselves, so they naturally value it.

After Wang Erlin finished speaking, Wang Shihua hurriedly gathered the guard battalion and rushed to the ancestral tomb of the Wang family in a rage.

Wang Shirong arrived at the grave, looked at it, called out, "Sure enough, it's black smoke", and immediately started digging.

Seeing from a distance that the green smoke was fading, Wang Shihua was even more anxious.

When he rushed to the ancestral cemetery, he saw that the green smoke had dissipated, Wang Shirong was kneeling in front of the grave to burn paper money for Wang Ji'an, and there was a hoe stained with mud beside him, a group of guards were smoking and wiping sweat, and Wang Ji'an's grave had been dug up a small half.

Wang Shihua, who was shocked and angry, almost fell under the horse, and finally stood firm, trembling and pointing at Wang Shirong but couldn't say a word.

However, Wang Shirong felt a little weak-hearted, and when he saw Wang Shihua's face like paper, his eyes were full of fierce light, he jumped up and turned his head to run, shouting as he ran: "Stop him, stop him quickly......"

It's good that he didn't run, but this run reminded Wang Shihua. pulled out Browning, chased Wang Shirong while pulling the trigger, and shouted: "Wang Shirong, who has been stabbed by a thousand knives, there is a kind of don't run, when Lao Tzu catches you, I have to kill ......you with my own hands."

The guards looked at each other, and no one knew what to do, so they could only wait here...... Only Tie Niu, a guy with a brain lacking roots, carried a light machine gun, and shouted as he chased him all the way: "Master of the house, I have a light machine gun here, I have a light machine gun here......

Just when the guards were speechless, Wang Shirong ran back from the trail around the mountain, jumped on the horse, and walked away.

Seeing that he couldn't catch up, the angry Wang Shihua snatched the light machine gun in Tie Niu's hand and pulled the trigger on Wang Shirong's back.

After Wang Shirong escaped death, he gradually regained his senses, and the more he thought about it, the more wrong he became, and secretly found a few fortune tellers in the local area to calculate, but found that the result of the calculation was diametrically opposite to that in Xuan'en City. Wang Shirong, who knew that he had been deceived, was furious, and while sending a telegram to the regiment to arrest the fortune tellers in the city, he couldn't even eat, and it only took one day to rush back to Xuan'en City.

Subsequently, all the fortune tellers in Xuan'en City were killed by their own hands. After the fact, I found that the one who told him fortune in the first place was missing, and the reason why many fortune tellers said this was because the fortune teller gave them a large sum of gold and silver...... As for who sent this fortune teller, there is no way to verify.

(These chapters are written stiffly, but I can't help it.) The reason why this is the case, and these two chapters are specially written, is not for anything else, but because Wang Shihua's eldest daughter, Ms. Wang Jincui, insists on striving for truthfulness - she dictated it, and the author is only responsible for recording and publishing. Ms. Wang Jincui firmly believes that it was Wang Shirong's bad behavior after being deceived that led to the later 'loyalty and martyrdom' incident. To put it mildly, after so many years, the author can still clearly feel from Ms. Wang Jincui's words that Ms. Wang Jincui has a deep hatred and even hatred for Wang Shirong's evil behavior. From her superstitious point of view, she does have reason to hate the consequences of Wang Shirong's reckless and evil deeds: not only did she lose her relatives, but even the Wang family, and even the four major families, were hit hard and fell into loneliness. ）

February 2, 1945!

"Uncle Jiang, this is the black chicken soup I asked someone to make for you, a big supplement, you can drink more."

Uncle Jiang, who is as thin as firewood, is getting worse and worse, and he stays at home in winter and can't stand the cold. Now, even the bowl trembles slightly, and a discerning person knows at a glance that Uncle Jiang's time is running out. For this old man who is not only a life mentor, but also loyal to the Wang family all his life, Wang Shihua respects it in his heart, these days, he almost eats dinner with Uncle Jiang, and every time he brings a big supplement to invite Uncle Jiang to eat.

"Sir, the old slave has already drunk a bowl, and the rest will be eaten at night for supper." After speaking, seeing Wang Shihua open his mouth to persuade, Uncle Jiang smiled and said: "Master of the family, don't worry, the old slave is an old problem that fell when he was young, and he has been on fire for a few days, but as long as the weather gets warmer, it will be fine." ”

Wang Shihua knew the source of this problem: back then, when attacking Xiao Tusi, Wang Jiaping was surrounded by Xiao Tusi's reinforcements to save Zhao, and it was so dangerous that the old lady at that time asked Uncle Jiang to take some people to protect the Wang family and leave secretly at night in order to protect the Wang family's bloodline. Unexpectedly, Uncle Jiang led people to fight and retreat, and was finally chased to a small river, which coincided with the big water in the small river. Seeing that everyone was hesitating, Uncle Jiang personally took the lead in jumping into the river, and together with Uncle Bi and others, carried Wang Tian and several nobles across the river with the door panel. Uncle Jiang's health was already poor, and because most of his body had not been in the river for a long time, he fell into the problem of being afraid of cold.

But Wang Shihua knows that this time is different from the past. Uncle Liu, who was in charge of treating Uncle Jiang, quietly told Wang Shihua that even if the ancestors blessed Uncle Jiang could survive this cold winter, he would definitely not survive next winter. Wang Shihua was sad, but he could only do his best to express his gratitude.

Wang Shihua nodded with a smile, glanced at the iron bull that was holding a black chicken and gnawed hard, and was about to make fun of him, but at this moment, he saw Wang Jincui running in from outside with his younger brothers and sisters, and when he saw Wang Shihua and others here, he turned around in fright and wanted to slip away.

"Stop!" Wang Shihua's face was stunned, and he shouted: "Your teacher didn't teach you, what should you do when you see your elders?" ”

Under the leadership of Wang Jincui, all the fart children could only give Uncle Jiang a proper manner, and shouted in a milky voice: "I've seen Grandpa Jiang, I've seen Daddy, I've seen all the elders." ”

"Good! Good! Good! All good boys. Uncle Jiang kindly beckoned to them and said with a smile: "Come here, grandpa has a lot of sugar here, and I'm worried about how to finish it, can you help grandpa eat some?" ”

All the fart children flocked over with great joy, and surrounded Uncle Jiang while calling grandpa affectionately, stretching out their little hands, and noisily asking for candy to eat.

In the face of this happy scene, Wang Shihua was in a warm mood, but from the perspective of his strict father, he kept a straight face.

Just when Uncle Jiang was giving candy to the children, he saw Wang Jincui whispering a few words in Uncle Jiang's ear, Uncle Jiang glanced at Wang Shihua, put his hand in his pocket, and secretly gave Wang Jincui a piece of ocean.

"Stop!" Wang Shihua shouted with a cold face: "It's such a big person, why are you still looking for your Grandpa Jiang for money?" Do you know how to be shy? ”

Wang Jincui stood still obediently, the corners of her mouth curled, and she said with tears in her eyes: "But Grandma is biased, I'm so old, I still only give me a dime of pocket money every month......"

Uncle Jiang smiled and lifted his crutches to stop in front of Wang Shihua, turned around and shouted to the children: "Run, run!" ”

The children scattered in a hurry and walked away.

Wang Shihua shook his head with a wry smile, and was about to speak, but saw the second dog running over.

"Sir, someone has come to complain."

"Oh~? Sue which? ”

"Water Tiger!"

Wang Shihua wanted to continue to ask, but Uncle Jiang on the side smiled and said, "Water tiger? What's the matter, this kid is bullying the girl again? ”

When everyone heard this, they burst into laughter......