Saying this, Ni Wenjun stroked his beard, praised Yuquanzi with a smile on his face, and a red turban army spy outside the door walked in quickly, whispering in his ear for a moment, and suddenly his face changed greatly.

"What? How could there be such a thing? Hurry up and lead the way, I want to see who is so bold? With an angry look on his face, Ni Wenjun followed behind the Red Turban Army scout.

Yuquanzi summoned his soldiers, and after a while, he called Orion Black Mountain over, and then whispered in his ear: "You go and take a look!" Isn't it a good thing that there are so many people? It seems that this West City is about to rise again. ”

Orion Black Mountain took a few cronies, walked quickly down the city tower, looked at Ni Wenjun from a distance, and followed him all the way.

This Ni Wenjun followed his spies and came to the outside of a village in Xicheng, which was full of nearby people, looking inside and pointing.

"I heard that as soon as the Red Turban Army entered Xicheng, they burned and looted everywhere, and they wanted to insult the concubine of Zhang's grandfather, but they were killed by Zhuang Ding. The gray-haired farmer kept shaking his head and sighing with the hoe in his hand.

"Hey! In the past, when the Red Turban Army entered the city, they didn't burn and loot everywhere, but as soon as this group of people came, they caused deaths, but I am afraid that this Bashan County is going to change the sky? The middle-aged strong man with the burden next to him said to the people around him.

"Get out of the way! Don't talk about it, now this red scarf soldier is dead in Master Zhang's mansion, what the hell is going on? My generalissimo will naturally make a decision, all the folks will give way, and they will all disperse! The spy who led the way slapped everyone away, waved his hand and led Generalissimo Ni Wenjun into the courtyard.

The people around this gate, where would they be willing to leave, if it weren't for the guards with spears, I am afraid that they would have rushed into the courtyard a long time ago, and they would have a sneak peek!

Ni Wenjun came to this courtyard, and there were cluttered things all over the courtyard, as if his house had been raided just now, and there were blood stains all the way on the ground, and the corpse of the Red Turban soldier was lying outside the threshold of the hall.

"What the hell is going on? What are you doing here? Call me the Zhang Yuanwai in this house. Ni Wenjun sat down on the chair brought by his subordinates and waved his hand.

At this moment, the scout of the Red Turban Army brought an old man with gray hair, looking at this dress is a subordinate, Ni Wenjun raised Erlang's legs, stroked his beard and said with a smile: "Where is your family Zhang Yuanwai?" Why did my soldiers die in your house? If you can't tell you that you're ugly, you'll all have to go to prison and be boarded, do you hear clearly? ”

"Back to the old man's words, the little old man is the outsider of this mansion, just because of the frequent wars, the family's business is unsustainable, and he has to sell his property, there is really nothing valuable in the house, please let the old man let us go!" The old man in the patched shirt bent down and clenched his fists and bowed his head.

"You are the grandfather of this Zhang Mansion? What are you kidding? Look at your dress, don't say it's a master, even the people in this house don't look like it? Ni Wenjun looked at the person who came and said in surprise.

"The old man is hanging high, I am really a member of this house! If you don't believe it, you can ask the neighbors around here, I still have this land property deed, I am really Zhang Yuanwai in this house! The old man threw himself on his knees and kept prostrating.

"Go outside and find a nearby citizen to come in, Marshal Ben will ask him face to face, if there is half a lie, beware of the fifty killing rods that will make your ass bloom." Ni Wenjun waved his hand to signal the spy who was leading the way, and walked towards the gate of the mansion.

The red-turban soldier walked to the door, patted the guard with a gun, crossed his waist with his left hand and pointed at the onlookers with his right hand and asked, "Which of you is from the courtyard next door to this mansion?" Quickly stand up and speak, maybe there will be a reward later. ”

The gray-haired old peasant walked out of the crowd, bent down and clenched his fists and said: "Back to the question of the military master, although I am not from this neighborhood, but I am a tenant farmer in this house, I don't know if I can take your reward for silver?" ”

"Come in with me! Wait for what my generalissimo asks you, as long as you answer truthfully, you will not be disadvantaged by guaranteeing that you will not be disadvantaged, if you try to deceive and try to get by, don't blame us for rewarding you with fifty boards at that time. The Red Turban scout waved for the guards to let him go, and followed him into the courtyard.

"Marshal Qiyu, the people around here haven't found it, but they have found the tenant farmers in the house, I don't know if it's feasible?" The Red Turban Army scout bent down and clenched his fists and said to this Ni Wenjun.

"Old man! You're a tenant farmer in this house, aren't you? Come here, come here! Marshal Ben has something to ask you, and as long as you answer truthfully, the guarantee will not be difficult for you. Ni Wenjun waved his hand to signal his subordinates to step back, and asked the old farmer with a hoe bowing his head on the opposite side.

"If you go back to the old man, if you have seen the owner, if you have something to ask me, the little old man will definitely know everything." The old peasant came with a hoe and was stopped by the Red Turban soldiers next to him.

"Put down the hoe, don't come near my generalissimo with iron tools, bow your head and kneel on the ground, and don't ask you not to look up." The Red Turban Army scout snatched the hoe from the old farmer's hand and led him to kneel down in front of Ni Wenjun.

"The owner? Are you talking about the patched old man in front of you? Ni Wenjun looked surprised, looked at the old farmer who knelt on the ground and asked.

"If you go back to the eldest master, this is exactly the grandfather of the Zhang Mansion, our ancestors have been working in his house for several generations, and it will definitely not be fake." The white-haired old farmer said to Ni Wenjun with both hands in fists.

"Presumptuous! Didn't I just tell you? Don't look up at my generalissimo, hurry up and bow your head to me! The Red Turban scout stepped forward and went directly to the ground by the old peasant's head.

"It turns out that you are really the grandfather of Zhang's Mansion? It's disrespectful, go down! Wait a minute, if you ask, you will be summoned. Ni Wenjun looked at the old man in the patched shirt and said with some dumbfounded.

The Red Turban Army scouts came over and took the gray-haired old peasant out of the hospital, Ni Wenjun stood up and looked around the patched old man.

"Since you are really the grandfather of this Zhang Mansion, then Marshal Ben will ask you, why did my soldiers die violently in your compound? What is the reason for this? Ni Wenjun stroked his beard, stared at the trembling Zhang Yuanwai and asked.

"Back to the old man's words, here's the thing, today the little old man heard the noisy sound outside, and took the family to the front yard, just opened the house, a team of soldiers rushed in with spears and steel knives, we saw the red turban army who rescued the suffering, and warmly entertained them, but who would have thought that ......" said this outsider, tears rained down.

There was a lot of noise in the room, Zhang Yuanwai looked back, beat his chest angrily, rolled his eyes and fell to the ground......