1 It turns out that touching porcelain began in the Ming Dynasty

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In the last years of the Ming Dynasty, the party struggle in the imperial court intensified, Shenzong was greedy for pleasure, abandoned the government, the ministers were in charge, and the people were miserable.

A few days ago, Li Sancai, the governor of Fengyang, received a complaint suing Fengyang miner Lin Ancao Kan for his life.

This matter, Li Sancai handed over to his subordinates to investigate, through the capture of Kuaichang Yi and others to collect evidence, a heavy rain, caused floods in Fengyang and other places, including the mine under the name of the miner Lin An collapsed, dozens of miners were buried alive, no one survived.

Miner Lin An not only did not comfort and compensate the families of the dead absentees, but also lied that the dozen or so workers were missing, and even ignored the pension that the miners had exchanged for their lives.

In order to avoid trouble, the miner Lin An planned to bribe Li Sancai, but learned from the errand that Li Sancai had taken someone to the mine to dig up the corpse in person.

The next day, when Chang Yi and his companion Qianhe came to Lin An to verify some things, they found that the Lin family raised the white sails, and Lin An suddenly died yesterday and died!

Chang Yi felt that Lin An's death was very strange, and it was okay to refuse the guests' condolences, as the old saying goes, seven are not buried and eight are not buried, but Lin An was buried when he caught up with seventeen, isn't he afraid of ruining the luck of his descendants and breaking the good feng shui of the Lin family?

So taking advantage of the dark night and high wind, Chang Yi and Qianhe came to the vicinity of Lin An's cemetery together to carry out a special mission to dig a grave!

Although Chizuru is older than Chang Yi, he is very timid about digging graves, especially at night, and asks Chang Yi with a weak heart while throwing the grave......, "Are you sure you have to do this?"

Chang Yi did not hesitate to take the hoe and white-eyed Qianhe, "If he is really dead, the master will kowtow a hundred heads in front of his grave to ask for guilt." However, if you dare to cheat ......"

Speaking of this, Chang Yi opened his palm and clenched his fist fiercely, his bones made a movement, and he smiled gloomily, "Don't let the master catch him, otherwise his ancestors won't recognize the beating." ”

Qianhe grinned, he knew Chang Yi's terrifying strength, this kid didn't come out of nowhere half a year ago, and he went to Fengyang with Li Sancai to take office, his appearance made everyone in Fengyang's governor Yamen feel that their jobs were not guaranteed, don't look at the thin and small figure, not very old, smart and capable of doing things, many things that seem difficult to them can be solved in a short time.

So, the thorn-headed thousand cranes led a group of people to provoke, but Chang Yi singled out the seven of them alone, and they were all obedient to the beating.

Based on this, he believes that if Lin Anruo is still alive, it really falls into the hands of Chang Yi, and it is not difficult to be half-disabled or unable to take care of himself.

Soon they dug up the coffin, pried open the coffin by the moonlight, and saw that it was empty, Chang Yi jumped out of the pit without hesitation, took out the signal flare and sent it out.

"Let's go, call it a day. She patted the dust on her body and shouted to Chizuru.

Chizuru climbed up and patted it, looking back at the empty grave, "What should I do about this?"

"Cold, you can take care of the empty grave, go home and sleep. As he spoke, he threw the hoe to Chizuru and turned over to his horse.

Chizuru followed, "My lord, don't you have to go there today?"

"Before coming, the adults were fully prepared, maybe we didn't send a signal, and he had already sent someone to secretly search for Lin An's whereabouts. ”

"How do you know that this old thing Lin An cheated to death?" asked Qianhe curiously.

"Guess?"

"I can't guess ......"

"I'll give you a hint, when he came to bribe with a gift yesterday, he was still in good shape!" Chang Yi turned over and got on his horse and gave a look to Chizuru, who was already sitting on the horse's back.

Hearing this, Chizuru scratched his head, and suddenly pulled a long sound "oh".

But no matter how Chizuru asked and analyzed in the back, Chang Yi smiled and said nothing, letting him understand it by himself.

However, she always felt that Lin An was not easy to catch, since this old thing dared to play tricks, he must have arranged the back roads properly, there are many big roads and small roads to the capital, God knows which way this old boy will go?

This ancient is too outdated, if this is replaced by modern times, the fingerprint identification of an ID card, search in the surveillance, and some run? Maybe they will be caught before they leave the city.

Hey, it's a pity, time has gone back more than 400 years, just looking for the abstract portrait of someone, Chang Yij doesn't dare to compliment.

At the fork in the road, because I was hungry, I unconsciously came to Lao Zhangtou's mutton soup restaurant, smelled the fragrance of mutton soup, and my stomach was even more angry.

Before she could tie the horse, a figure suddenly rushed out from behind and pushed her away, "Borrow the horse, he will pay it back one day." ”

Damn, robbing the official's horse in broad daylight, I'm tired of it!

Chang Yi grabbed the man and the man, "Uncle, who borrowed something like you?"

The man's sword eyebrows frowned slightly, and his sharp black eyes glared at Chang Yi, "You ......"

As he spoke, he was greeted with a palm.

But this palm stopped a few millimeters away from Chang Yi's head, "Ah Yi!"

A soft call, a wistful look, frozen in the alley in the middle of the night.

"Hey, still beating people, see if the master doesn't give you a little bitterness!" Chang Yi was angry, so he naturally didn't pay attention to the subtle changes in the man, seeing that he was slow, he grabbed the man's arm and didn't give him a chance to resist, it was an over-the-shoulder fall.

I didn't want the man in black to actually play with porcelain, and he fell to the ground with a muffled snort.

Chang Yi bit his fingers dumbfounded, looking at the injured guy, "Damn, it turns out that touching porcelain has been since the Ming Dynasty!"

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