Thinking of this, she looked at the temple of flowers on the small hill again. To the eyes of ordinary people, it is a small temple that has been carefully built, but in Chitose's eyes, it shines in the darkness, it is the light of wishing power, and no one else can see it.

Do you want to find out? This place in the Red Mill Valley is really a bit strange.

Yan Saburo calmly avoided her claws: "The purchasing manager is not sure how much inventory he has and whether it can meet our consumption." "He was a proper dealer. However, the officers and soldiers blocked the village, and he couldn't swagger in to make a deal with the Zhou family, otherwise it would be the best result to be arrested as a spy.

There are towering rock walls on both sides of the horse rejection pile, and the officers and soldiers can't get through, but it is difficult for the Chitose two. She simply climbed over from the top, Yan Saburo was about to get into the path, she suddenly stared at her, and said softly: "Look who's coming." ”

Yan Saburo followed her gaze and saw an old lady coming out of the flower temple and walking towards the lake with a basket on her shoulder.

Mrs. Wu?

At this time, she came alone, and her little grandson Zhou Xianyi did not follow.

There was a two-year-old child playing alone by the pool, and the mother was chatting with others in the woods, but she didn't pay attention to her, and the child went into the water.

Mrs. Wu hurriedly took a few steps forward, bent down to pick her up, and said with a smile: "Ouch, this water can't be touched." ”

She took the child back to the highland, and the child's mother found that the baby was lost, and hurriedly rushed over to thank her. Mrs. Wu said a few words to her before walking away.

The villagers came and went, and they all greeted Mrs. Wu, and she responded one by one, smiling so hard that her eyes narrowed into a slit, and she became more and more kind.

Chitose also has to admit: "Her popularity is really good." ”

It is said that the poor mountains and bad waters come out of the Diao people, and these villagers in Hongmo Village dare to openly confront the officers and soldiers, which can be called a model of Diao people, and they are still polite to Mrs. Wu, which shows that she has a good reputation in the village, and the innkeeper is not wrong.

Mrs. Wu walked to the edge of the pool, took a small pile of stones on the ground, opened the basket, and actually took out a stack of paper money from it, bowed to the pond a few times, and said something in her mouth.

Her tone was slurred, and she was pursed in her throat, and even Chitose couldn't hear what she said.

Then, Mrs. Wu sat down facing the pool water, took out the fire fold, and actually burned the paper money by the pool.

Several women passed by, and when they saw this, they said, "Mrs. Wu, your heart is really kind. The officers and soldiers smashed the besieged village for this, and you burned paper money for that woman!"

Mrs. Wu sighed: "She also unfortunately drowned, how do you know that there are so many implications after death? She is also a poor woman, how can she be blamed for these disasters?"

Several village women looked at each other and felt reasonable, so they sat down to help her burn paper money, and one of them said, "I don't know how to deal with the aftermath of this incident." ”

Another woman lowered her voice: "The county order wants to go too far in Huashenchi, but the village and the big families in the village will definitely not allow it." ”

"Then what should I do, will the officers and soldiers force the attack?"

Several women were talking, and Mrs. Wu was silently burning her paper money on the side. When Chitose saw this, he suddenly said: "They burned it very carefully and buried it on the spot to prevent the soot from falling into the water." ”

Every time a stack of paper money turned to ashes, they dug a small pit in the sand and buried the ashes to prevent them from drifting into the pool in the wind.

It is the pool water soothed by the moonlight, which still looks clean and tranquil, as if it is not stained with dust.

With just this one move, you can see the status of Huashenchi in the hearts of the villagers.

Mrs. Wu looked at such a pool, and also said softly: "This year's rainstorm, many pickles have drifted into the pool, I wonder if the flower god will be dissatisfied?"

"Yes, otherwise why would the production of needle flowers be reduced this year?"

Five people burn paper money, and they can call it a day in the blink of an eye. Mrs. Wu stayed to clean up the scene, and several women left in groups.

Hearing this, there is no more useful information. Chitose and Yan Saburo left the flower god pond lightly, and happened to be on the same path as the women.

After shaking two groups of villagers, Chitose led Yan Saburo to the east of the village, and said, "Have you noticed, they mentioned the female corpse and said that it 'floated' into the Flower God Pond, which is different from the head of the soldiers." ”

The head of the soldiers said that the daughter-in-law of the county commander's family died in Huashenchi.

The difference between a few words is full of connotation.

Yan Saburo snorted: "That is, she may have died elsewhere before being washed into the Flower God Pool." ”

The location of the Flower God Pond is the lowest in the entire basin, and it is not surprising that hundreds of streams flow into it, and the dead bodies are also washed in.

At this time, the village women with broken mouths were also chatting: "Mrs. Wu is really a good person, my family borrowed a carriage from her a few years ago, and there was an accident on the way, and it was returned a month late, and she was not annoyed, and she didn't care about how much money we asked." ”

"It's just that her grandson is too naughty, and not long ago he burned down the He family's barn, and Mrs. Wu lost a lot of money. The other woman said, "This is really the star of her life." ”

"The child is so bad that she still hurts like a treasure in the palm of her hand. ”

"Not only is it that hurts, but the child's great-grandmother, Mrs. Wu, also hurts. Two old men compete for favor in front of their grandson all day long. And when they said this, all the women laughed.

Listening to these women nagging about the family Li Jiaxiao, and turning two more forks in the road, Yan Saburo finally parted ways with them, and couldn't help but exhale: The root of the ear is finally quiet.

Chitose listened to it with relish, and covered her mouth and chuckled when she saw this: "You also know that you are afraid?"

He wasn't afraid, he was impatient, and the long-tongued woman was simply terrible.

Yan Saburo didn't argue, he happened to climb a hill and was busy observing the situation in the village from a high vantage point.

This village actually has a wall as thick as one zhang and as high as three zhang!

And this wall is still composed of lime, pottery powder and gravel "triple soil", layered and compacted, and the strength of the resistance to blows is very good.

The village in the mountains actually made such a fortification defense. And Yan Saburo saw that the wall was covered with moss, obviously not built recently.

After generations of operation, Hongmo Village does have the scale of a township, and large houses can be seen everywhere on both sides of the village road, covering an area no smaller than the mansions of the powerful in Chunming City, although the decoration style is generally ...... The local tyrants are a little bigger, and they are built separately, unevenly.

It can be seen that there are really a lot of rich people in the village.

Hongmo Village is built on the mountain, and the terrain rises higher the further east. This natural terrain is a natural adaptation to status, so the richer and more powerful you are, the more you live eastward.

The village is full of people, and it is obvious that it is not going back to the usual routine. The children are wandering around, not knowing their sorrows, but the adults are worried.

The two of them didn't have to get close to each other to feel the tension that permeated them.

The village is a society of acquaintances, and now it is a time of rumors, and the two fresh faces of Chitose and Tsubazaburo cannot appear in the village in a grand manner.