Two days later, on the official road in the southwest.

Chen Mo rode his horse forward slowly, and behind him was a carriage, four horses pulling a large cart of things, and they also followed Chen Mo, facing the scorching sun, and walked towards the south with difficulty.

The things loaded in the car were some grain cloth, and it was Chen Mo's purchase in Shengyang City that made up the number of this car.

With this carriage, the journey was much slower, but it was not that Chen Mo wanted to be so delayed, but along the way, he found that the border of Chen was still in turmoil, and the people were not happy.

Although the cultivator's things are good, what the villagers need most is the food and warm clothes to relieve their urgent needs.

As for the money, Chen Mo didn't think about it at all, the husband was not guilty of it, Chen Mo had experienced too much of this kind of thing, and he didn't dare to increase this danger to the villagers.

He only planned that in the two months after returning to his hometown, this cart of food and miscellaneous goods would be enough for the villagers, and he would hurry up and take the villagers to move to the town in these two months, so that it was only right for the villagers to get a means of making a living.

For example, opening an inn, a restaurant and other businesses.

Chen Mo was thinking about it here, but the driver who was driving the car behind him couldn't stand the pain of rushing at noon, and tentatively proposed to Chen Mo: "Son, there is a tea shop in front, otherwise let's go in and have a cup of herbal tea?"

Chen silently, in fact, if it weren't for the slow movement of the grain truck, he would have been able to rush back to his hometown in less than a day.

But now, after two days of grinding, there are less than fifty miles left, and even if you rest, it should be evening.

So he nodded, set up the carriage and horses, and entered the tea shop by the roadside with the coachman.

This tea shop, in this summer, business is good, both in the store and outside the pergola is full of resting customers.

That Xiao Er is also an enthusiastic person, seeing that Chen Mo led people to sit down, he hurriedly brought a pot of country tea, smiled and said: "Guest officer, looking at your outfit, you must also be a big person, presumably you are also here for the remnants of heavenly punishment!"

"Hmm, what do you mean by that?" Chen Mo took the tea and asked puzzled.

"Guest officer, don't you know?" The little guy widened his eyes and looked at Chen Mo strangely and continued: "This radius of hundreds of miles has spread, saying that the Muyan Village less than a hundred miles away has provoked the anger of the gods, and before March, on a sunny day, countless days of thunder and fire fell, and the little Muyan Village was burned to powder, and none of them survived..."

When Xiao Er spoke, Chen Mo had already taken the tea and lowered his head to drink, as for what kind of heavenly punishment and heavenly punishment, he didn't take it to heart, and just asked casually.

But when Xiao Er talked in detail about the punishment that took place in Muyan Village, Chen Mo's face changed suddenly, and despite his efforts to control it, the hand serving the tea still trembled, and the other hand placed under the table was clenched into a fist, which was already green and brute, and the joints were white.

Chen Mo didn't say anything, afraid that he would lose control as soon as he opened his mouth, and how could Xiao Er know these abnormalities, and he was still taking care of himself: "The strange thing is that there are no injuries outside Muyan Village!

After finishing speaking, Xiao Er still muttered unsatisfactorily: "I don't know what angry things this Muyan Village has done, and it has caused it..."

Before the words were finished, he heard a bang, and the splashing hot tea spilled Xiao Er's body, and Xiao Er was so hot that he exclaimed, but when he looked up, he found that the teacup in Chen Mo's hand had been crushed by him, and the porcelain pieces were scattered all over the table, and his hands were dripping with blood, obviously scratched by the sharp fragments.

"Guest officer, what are you...?" Xiao Er was puzzled, but he was frightened by Chen Mo, who lowered his head and seemed to be calm, and couldn't help but ask carefully.

The mountain wind suddenly rose, blowing the hair on Chen Mo's forehead, revealing his red eyes, the gaze in his eyes was indifferent, sharp, and exuding a terrifying coldness.

"You—find—die!"

Chen Mo spoke, just three simple words, but with infinite killing intent, the voice was not loud, but it was like a cold wind blowing through the teahouse, making everyone shiver.

Before he could make any moves, Xiao Er, who was closest to Chen Mo, was already frightened, and took two steps back before he said with a trilled voice: "You...... You...... What do you want to do?"

Chen Mo didn't say anything, just stood up slowly, the calmer his expression was, the more cold and sharp his eyes became.

The shopkeeper sensed that something was wrong here, picked up a pot of cold water and hurriedly walked over. Although Chen Mo's momentum was amazing, it didn't make the shopkeeper frightened, but he quietly observed Chen Mo and saw that although his eyes were terrifying, he didn't look very sober.

So he mustered up his courage, walked closer, pretended to slip, and a pot of cold water overflowed, pouring Chen Mo's head and face.

This move shocked all the tea guests and Xiao Er in the teahouse even more, and some tea guests couldn't help but exhale, that person was so imposing and terrifying, and the shopkeeper might not be able to escape.

But at this time, Chen Mo stopped suddenly, slowly carrying one hand behind his back, staring at Xiao Er for several breaths, until Xiao Er fell to the ground, and the shopkeeper was also sweating, so he suddenly shouted: "What kind of heavenly thunder and heavenly fire, you also want to deceive people with such lies, don't you deceive me into being a living person, scare me to stay here with heavenly thunder and heavenly fire, and do that murder and robbery in the middle of the night?"

"Master, I have been walking the rivers and lakes for several years, can I be deceived by your black shop?

"And you, how dare you splash my little master with cold water? What do you mean?"

As he spoke, Chen Mo looked like he wanted to make a move, but on the contrary, it was these words that made everyone breathe a sigh of relief, and the real people in the rivers and lakes who were resting in the teahouse didn't seem to be any masters when they saw Chen Mo, so they couldn't help but come out and be reckless: "I said little brother, are you taking the opportunity to deceive people?

Chen Mo looked angry, but he seemed to be taken by the momentum of the person who spoke, snorted coldly, and finally didn't make a move.

The man smiled proudly, feeling that he had found the field, and it was really embarrassing to be frightened by this kid just now.

Someone supported the field, and the fear in Xiao Er's heart slowly receded, stood up on the ground, patted his buttocks, and then said tremblingly: "The son is so dignified, why is he so rude when he speaks, my lord is setting up a stall here, just to make some hard-earned money, how did it become the murder and wealth in your mouth?"

The shopkeeper also hurriedly clenched his fists and smiled, and echoed and said: "Childe is angry, Xiao Lao'er has opened a store here for several years, and he has never deceived customers, and Childe can ask as much as he wants." As for the matter of that day's punishment, the prince can also inquire about it, such a big event, within a radius of dozens of miles, no one knows about it, how can you talk nonsense about this matter?"

As soon as the shopkeeper said this, there was a chorus of echo around him, and the tea guests who were frightened by Chen Mo before began to accuse Chen Mo of being indiscriminate, afraid that he was the one with bad intentions. It can be regarded as a breath of evil that was frightened just now.

Chen Mo's face turned red, and he looked like he had become the target of everyone, shocked and angry, but there was nothing to do, so he finally had to snort coldly a few times, dropped a silver ingot, turned around and hurried out of the teahouse.