Seeing that the scorched corpse in his arms broke his arms with a 'click', Wang Jia's scalp suddenly went numb, and he threw the scorched corpse in his arms aside, dodged and jumped to the side to dodge.

After a while, Wang Jia found that the charred corpse on the ground that he had accidentally pouted and folded his arms did not stand up, and opened his scorched yellow teeth to bite himself, so he patted his chest and fixed his body, secretly muttered "scare yourself", and stepped forward to look at the strange copper bottle under the charred corpse.

After looking at it twice, Wang Jia's heart moved, he stepped forward to pick up the copper bottle, picked up the two broken arms of the charred corpse, and rubbed it on the copper bottle a few times.

At this time, the bottle that had been burned to the black by the fireworks was stuck to some pale yellow corpse oil that kept emitting a smoky scorching smell.

After all this, Wang Jia was so excited that he picked up the 'carefully' modified copper bottle, leaned to the mouth of the cellar, and shouted in the direction of the hanging rope: "Is Officer Zhao here?" Please hurry up and pull the villain up...... The villain finds a rare thing in the cellar! ”

This judge, if the bottle were given to you, would you either?

When Zhao Xiancheng saw Wang Jia, he was so flattering that he brought back such a burying and disgusting strange copper bottle, and almost spit it out "wow" on the spot, and hurriedly waved his hand at Wang Jia with a disgusted face.

"Alright, alright, put that bottle at your feet!"

I saw Zhao Xiancheng covering his mouth and nose with a white square silk, forcibly holding back the sourness in his stomach, and barely came up to look at the copper bottle that Wang Jia had picked up, and his brows wrinkled into a big pimple.

Zhao County Chengxin said that where did Li Lan of Lijia Village find such a villager? Even this tattered pickled bottle is considered a treasure? What is this lack of eyesight? Li Xuan, that kid shouldn't have deliberately used this village fool to deal with me, right?

Thinking of this, Zhao Xiancheng's heart suddenly moved, and then he smiled at Wang Jia with a smile: "You are Wang Jia of Lijia Village, right?" What a down-to-earth man, and he has been struggling to put out the fire last night...... Well done, meritorious! ”

I saw Zhao Xiancheng take out a paper bag from his arms that was folded into a square with faint ink on it, and threw it into Wang Jia's arms.

"It's hard work to do errands, I can't say anything if I don't reward you for some sweetness. Take this note we opened to find your village, and say that our Zhao Jun raised Wang Jia, you kid, and exempted your family from three years of miscellaneous labor. Bring up all the charred corpses in the cellar, and your king can go home after completing the service...... By the way, the copper bottle over there will also reward you. ”

Speaking of which, this Wang Jia is really quick and wise, and he actually knows how to refuse and welcome.

If Wang Jia didn't take the initiative to hand over this copper bottle full of corpse oil, Bacheng would have the idea of beating Wang Jia with that lively servant.

Once any of the officials came forward to search Wang Jia's body under the guise of checking whether he had private entrainment, then the scattered gold and silver that Wang Jia had touched from a few incense-smelling disciples would inevitably change hands.

As soon as he saw Wang Jia, he happily picked up such a broken bottle full of corpse oil and ashes from the cellar, and several officials around Zhao Xiancheng took a step back with a brush, and they all made up their minds in their hearts: even if Zhao Tou'er said the great heavens, he would never let go of the cellar to carry the corpse...... Look at this bottle, there is oil and ash on it, and there may be more buried underneath!

Seeing that the officials around him were all desperately shrinking back with a bitter face, Zhao Xiancheng knew that if he didn't give Wang Jia some sweetness today, he was afraid that it would be difficult to explain, and he couldn't let the horse run and not give the horse grass.

Seeing that Wang Jia heard that he would reward the bottle to himself, he rolled up his sleeves in surprise and rubbed the monkey on the copper bottle, Zhao Xiancheng secretly said that he was unlucky.

"It seems that this Wang Jia Bacheng is a poor ghost who has never seen Qian Wen, and it must be Li Xuan who made the method to deal with us! Knowing this, this errand might as well be sent to Deng San'er, who sells fried ghosts in the backstreet. Even if you can't make a few bucks, you can manage us every morning like Liu Qi, and this bowl of hot tofu brain is paired with two fried ghosts...... Doesn't it smell? ”

There is little gossip, but it is said that Wang Jia went down to the cellar twice, like a marionette in the picture, and carried up the dozen or so charred corpses in the cellar one by one.

After all this was done, Wang Jiaxing rushed to thank Zhao County for his grace of being exempted from service, and turned around and came to the morning market that had just opened.

Wang Jia first found a boiling water stove, so that the Sanwen copper plate asked the owner of the stove for a pot of hot soup, and hurriedly washed his hands and face; Turned his head and went to the breakfast stall next door to buy a few hot buns that had just come out of the pot, and while eating like this, he strode straight to Lijia Village.

Let's put aside Zhao Xiancheng and Chen County's discussion on how to properly deal with these dozen incense smelling disciples, just say that Wang Jia left Huaixi County, first sat on a big bluestone pier next to the official road, gnawed a few hot buns in his arms like a hungry wolf preying food, and then patted the heavy money bag with satisfaction, and then pointed to the direction, picked up the copper bottle, and strode straight to Lijia Village in Pijiaogou.

There is a saying that 'people are in good spirits when they are happy', Wang Jia this time he made seven or eight taels of gold and silver on the group of incense-smelling disciples, which made a person grow spiritual and vigorous, and he usually needed to walk for more than an hour, but it only took half an hour to get to the place.

It can be seen from the place name of Pijiagou that Lijia Village is a small mountain village located in the ravine, and there are many hunters and mountain pickers in this village, and few people cultivate for a living.

It was only after Li Lizheng and his father Li Qiaozi developed that they hired people to reclaim more than 100 acres of mountain fields in the flat terrain at the end of the village.

It is precisely for this reason that the vast majority of villagers in Lijia Village do not have the habit of getting up early...... This hunting in the mountains is a physical work, and it is impossible to do it without raising the mental head.

Therefore, when Wang Jia came back from this trip to the county seat, he only met an old man who got up early to pick up dung with a thorn basket on his back at the entrance of the village, and greeted him with a little politeness, and swaggered into his own door, waving his fist at the two closed door panels, and smashing it.

"At home, open the door, you man and I have come back from the city...... Go boil some water under the stove and wash me up! ”

Wang Jia didn't care if he slammed the door, there was a chaotic sound of pushing furniture in the room, and then a woman who was so worried that her voice trembled through the door panel and said slightly: "The owner?!" You...... Aren't you coming back tomorrow morning? ”