Then, Song Nian suddenly realized.

Indeed, in this kind of wilderness, Guojiabao's only source of income should be "collecting taxes".

"In this way, Guo Jiabao has a lot of enemies?" Chu He frowned.

Song Nian was stunned: "Why are there so many enemies in tax collection?" ”

At most, it is just a little more money, and the whole generation, doing business abroad, will inevitably encounter this situation.

"First, the businessman will not give money for no reason, and Guo Jiabao will inevitably use some means. Second, if the goods carried by the merchant ships are valued by Guo Jiabao, then ......," Wu Yuanhe explained lightly.

Song Nian was stunned at first, and then smiled bitterly.

I'm really too young.

Also, in the entire era, the only one who can collect taxes is Dayongguo. The so-called "tax collection" of Guojiabao is actually the same nature as roadblocks and robbery.

"In this way, the Guojiabao tragedy should be a vendetta?" Song Nian thought about it, and there was no clue or evidence in the file to record the direction of solving the case.

"Lord Song, I'm just a businessman, I don't understand this, I'm just guessing." Wu Yuanhe smiled modestly.

"Well, I still want to thank Lord Wu. This is the first time I've heard of this. "New clues always help solve the case.

The three of them chatted for a while, Song Nian's official uniform was also dried up, and Wu Yuanhe saw that it was not early, and he consciously retired.

Song Nian returned to the cabin and suddenly stopped at the door of the cabin.

Chu He behind him almost bumped into her.

Seeing where Song Nian was standing, motionless, Chu He's heart suddenly tightened.

These days, he has seen many cases of bizarre deaths.

Isn't that right?

Chu He's brush shot and turned Song Nian's body over.

Under the moonlight, Song Nian's face was like a full moon, white and plump, and then he sneezed.

Chu River ......,......,......

……

Chu He kept his face stiff, watching Song Nian wrap himself tightly, and kept sneezing and snotting.

"In this era without tissues, I'm too bitter......" Song Nian felt so uncomfortable.

"What are you crying about, this seat didn't reprimand you." Song Nian's muttering made Chu He very irritable.

"I ...... Am I crying? I'm runny, runny. Song Nian burst into tears while explaining to Chu He.

It was so uncomfortable that he could only ask the boatman to help warm up the basin of warm water, and repeatedly patted the warm water to clean his nasal cavity, and Song Nian felt that he was alive.

Seeing that Song Nian was better, Chu He snorted, and Zhao Da came over from the stern of the boat diligently to help Song Nian clean up the mess.

Song Nian knew that he seemed to have caught a cold.

In this era, there is a lack of medical treatment, and the cold can be big or small, maybe three or five days will be alive like a normal person, maybe lingering for more than ten days will be a life.

"Is there a way for your disease?" Chu He saw that Song Nian's condition had stabilized, but he still kept twitching, and couldn't help but ask.

"There's nothing I can do but drink more hot water and eat more protein." What can be done about a cold? Only drink plenty of hot water and eat something good.

……

The next day, Song Nian woke up in a daze and saw a night's warm water and a plate of duck eggs in front of him.

"What is this?" Song Nian was surprised.

"I'm worried that you've missed your job." Chu He sat upright, turning his head to look out of the cabin.

Oops, it's tsundere.

Song Nian smiled and ate duck eggs.

With the recuperation of duck eggs and nutritional supplements, Song Nian's body has improved a lot. But the ship was damp and cold, so the cold still lingered, and Song Nian was even a little groggy.

On the night of the third day, Song Nian was shivering under the damp quilt when he heard a slight creaking sound from the wooden boat outside.

"What is this?" Song Nian went out through the quilt to take a look, and sure enough, the fleet sailed into a narrow river, looking at the boatman's pole movements, the river is shallow, but it is this shallow layer of river water, just enough to hold up the wooden boat, and sail freely in this narrow river.

Song Nian knew that Guo Jiabao was coming.

Looking up, the clouds were dense, obscuring the moonlight, and Song Nian could only faintly see that halfway up the mountain in front of him, a fortress was standing.

In this night, it is like a crouching beast, choosing people to devour.

Crunchy.

In the silence of the night, the fleet moved slowly.

Bang bang bang.

The flotilla ahead stopped.

Docked.

At the end of the river is a small pier.

Chu He helped Song Nian get off the boat, of course, this time he didn't throw Song Nian into the water.

"Lord Chu, Lord Song, that's Guojiabao over there." Wu Yuanhe walked over, bowed his hand in the dark, and said: "There are taboos in our caravan, such an unlucky place, you can't go, so you can't accompany the two of you to go." ”

"It's okay, you just have to wait here for us for the night." Chu He said lightly.

"Lord Chu, don't worry, we were going to stay here for the night." Wu Yuanhe said respectfully.

Chu River was in front, after Zhao Da broke off, Song Nian walked in the middle, and walked towards Guojiabao in the dark.

In this kind of dark night, the three of them were extremely tacit, and did not mention the matter of lighting torches. In this kind of low-light environment, it is not easy to see the road clearly when lighting a torch, and it will lose the judgment of the surrounding environment because of the light of the torch.

After walking half the way like this, Song Nian always felt that on both sides of the road, there were countless shadows and buildings flickering, and there seemed to be countless beasts that were a few feet high, crouching in the night, staring at her.

At this moment, a gust of wind blew through the valley of the saline land, blowing away the clouds and allowing the bright moonlight to fall again.

Only then did Song Nian see clearly that the things around him were not beasts that were a few feet high.

It's a mound.

It is an endless mound of graves, densely packed and layered, standing on the saline-alkali ground.

Song Nian grabbed Chu He's hand.

Chu He's hand also jumped slightly, and then calmed down: "Master Song, what did you find?" ”

"No, I'm just a little scared." Song Nian grabbed Chu He's hand tightly: "Lend me some guts." ”

Chu He seemed to be very uncomfortable being grasped by Song Nian, but at this moment, it was inconvenient for him to throw Song Nian out like this.

After all, no matter how you put it, it's also a woman.

Song Nian was dragged by the Chu River, feeling the warmth of his palms, his mood gradually calmed down, and he looked at Guojiabao halfway up the hill in front of him.

"Someone!"

"Who?" Zhao Da swooped out and rushed straight to the grave, a snow-bright steel knife waved up, and there was a chaotic clanging sound.

Chu He frowned, and suddenly shouted: "Zhao Da, stop!" ”

Zhao Da was stunned for a moment before slowly stopping.

A round thing tumbled down from the mound beside the road.

Zhao Da picked it up and looked at it, his face was as black as the bottom of the pot.

It's a big black iron pot.

"Subordinate, subordinate thought it was a person." Zhao Da scratched his head embarrassedly.

"It's okay, you're being misled." Chu He turned to look at Song Nian.

"You just said, someone?"