Early the next morning.

Song Che was sleeping soundly, but suddenly a shout came from his ear: "The surname is Song." ”

With the experience of the past, Song Che ignored it and pulled the futon over his head, "I have a name, my surname is Song, and my name is Che." ”

"I didn't knock on the door this time, because of the window where I walked, you get up quickly, there is a major change." Ning Yehong said while tugging on the futon.

Song Che hugged the futon and didn't let go, "You just say it, I'll listen." ”

"If you planned last night, the officers and soldiers broke through Ciyin Temple in the early hours of this morning and arrested all the thieves and monks, but the pirate leader was really strong in martial arts, and I didn't catch him with several masters, and finally told him to jump into the sea and escape——"

Without waiting for Ning Yehong to finish speaking, Song Che poked his head out with a look of disbelief: "Hundreds of people, can't catch a pirate leader?" ”

Ning Yehong sighed: "He is really powerful, a buckle knife makes the furnace perfect, but from the number of his martial arts, we can roughly determine that he is the notorious Jiangyang thief 'Wang Zhi' in the rivers and lakes ten years ago, who would have thought that he would have cut his hair and become a monk, and he would have become a supervisor?" ”

Song Che squinted, "Why do I sound like you're praising him?" ”

"Oh, it's not important," Ning Yehong said in a tight voice, "The most important thing is, guess what we found in the Defa Building?" ”

Song Che sighed: "Early in the morning, I don't have the time to guess a riddle with you." ”

"It's gunpowder!" Ning Yehong said: "Two thousand catties of black. Fire. Medicine! ”

Song Che frowned, and sat up in shock, no wonder the thief monk actively put out the fire last night, if the two thousand catties of gunpowder were ignited and exploded, hundreds of people would have to lose their lives.

So much gunpowder was enough to paralyze the coastal defense line at the wharf, and Wang Zhi hoarded it in Hangzhou and colluded with Dongying...... The picture is poor, and Hangzhou is in danger.

"Is the key made?" Song Che asked.

Ning Yehong said: "It's finely polished, I'm afraid it will have to wait until tomorrow." ”

"Where can you wait for tomorrow, you hurry up and urge the locksmith, the sooner you polish the better. Wang Zhi colluded with the Japanese Kou, it must be a plot against Hangzhou, and the scroll Tantra you intercepted is likely to record their attack plan, and now Wang Zhi has fled, like letting the tiger return to the mountain, you have to beware, you hurry to find the generals of the water division, so that the water divisions stationed in the head of the continent must pay attention, the middle of every month is the time when the tide of the Qiantang River is turbulent, the time and geography are unpredictable, beware of sneak attacks! ”

"Good...... Good...... This...... Or...... Otherwise, Song Che, you can go with me, I'm afraid I won't be able to handle such a big thing. Ning Yehong's eyes were urgent.

Song Che shook his head, silent silence was the best refusal.

Ning Yehong bit her lip, and when she stepped out of the window and left, she turned back again, but Song Che avoided her eyes, pulled the futon and covered her head and fell asleep.

After Ning Yehong left, Song Che slowly poked his head out, looked at the top of the bed for a long time, sighed, and couldn't help but sigh in his heart: Why is it so difficult to be an honest businessman?

……

Hangzhou, which had been sunny for several days, suddenly became cloudy.

The scorching June day seems to be cold in spring.

Born with a vision, I am afraid that there will be great difficulties.

At noon, Song Che came to the Beishi execution ground together as Zhou Yazhao, and the people who watched the beheading were crowded.

Zhou Pu, Zhou Tianci, Aunt Fang, Niu Er, and Jia San were escorted to the execution ground in turn.

"Song Che! Ahh......hhh Song Che! I won't let you go! ”

Zhou Tianci shouted wildly, and he did not repent until he died.

Song Che just looked at Zhou Tianci quietly, and in the face of a dying person, he didn't need to have too many expressions at all.

The sins created by a few people on the execution ground made people and gods angry, even if they cut off their heads, they will have to go to eighteen layers of hell and never be able to live beyond life, who would be afraid that they will turn into powerful ghosts to retaliate?

"I don't want to die...... I was wrong! I was wrong! ”

"Spare your life!"

"It's three o'clock in the afternoon, slash!"

With the order of the warden and beheader, five decapitators fell at the same time.

"Poof!"

"Boom!"

The moment the head hit the ground, thunder rolled in the air, lightning tore through the sky, the wind howled, and the rain poured.

"Boom la la ......"

The heavy rain soon washed away the blood on the execution ground.

"Okay, the bad guys have been ambushed, you can open your eyes." Song Che held up an oil-paper umbrella and rubbed Zhou Yazhao, who was holding his head on his shoulder.

Zhou Yazhao raised his head, glanced at the separation of the heads on the execution ground, and threw himself into Song Che's arms in fright, clutching his chest and retching.

"Your actions are not good, you will be misunderstood, our aunt and nephew are disobedient."

Song Che rented a carriage at the post station, accompanied by thunderstorms and heavy rain, and drove to the Qiantang Bay Wharf.

Even if you hold an umbrella, your clothes are drenched, and the already shallow summer clothes are close to your skin when wet, outlining your delicate body vividly, and even the private room with the inner lining is looming.

Zhou Yazhao didn't care about the leakage of spring light, twisted his wet hair with his hand, and asked, "Song Che, are you really going to go back?" ”

Song Che hummed softly.

Zhou Yazhao sighed: "No matter how the third brother is, he is also the son of the old lady, and now that the white-haired person sends the black-haired person, the old lady is afraid that it will be ...... Alas, although this is unlucky, but the death of a loved one, there should always be a mourning, why don't you stay a few more days and leave after the funeral? ”

Song Che had many reasons to stay, and there were more excuses to leave, but in the end, he only spit out four short words:

"I'm homesick."

Counting the days, I have only been in Hangzhou for more than half a month, and all kinds of deeds I have experienced seem to have passed half a lifetime.

Listening to the tide of the Qiantang River, it is surging, and even if the ships docked in the harbor are shaking, they will not run aground and sink.

Ships need harbors, and people need harbors. Home is the haven of people.

"Officer, ma'am, are you sure you still want to go to the docks?" The carriage came to a sudden stop, and the coachman asked.

"Why not?" Song Che frowned.

The coachman said: "It's not that you can't go, it's just that all the caravan ferries on the dock have stopped, and I'm afraid you'll have to travel another day." ”

Song Che lifted the curtains, and just stretched out his head, crackling raindrops slapped his cheeks like ear scrapers.

The torrential rain seemed to dump the entire wharf, and there were only a handful of business travelers.

Song Che hurriedly retracted his head and asked the coachman, "How many days will it take to resume traffic?" ”

The coachman said: "That's not easy to say, it depends on how long God will pee this time, but look at this day, there will be heavy rain for the next three or five days." When it rains, the canal will be flooded, and if you want to swim against the water, it won't work. ”

"What about going overland?" Song Che asked again.

The driver said: "The rain is so much, the road must be muddy, although you can walk, it is certain that the delay will be time, and besides, this heavy rain is uncertain, in case of flooding, it will be troublesome." ”

The waterway can't go, the land route can't go, and the closest relatives may be lost at any time, so even Zhou Yazhao on the side pulled his sleeves and didn't let him go......

It's providence to keep me Song Che in Hangzhou!

"Let's go back to the jewelry store."