Chapter 72 Homeless Return

Author: Feng Siniang

Chapter 72 Homeless Return

He didn't care about other issues in Yunnan at all; even with his father-in-law's ability, it was a problem whether it could be solved.

So what if the people are living in dire straits? It doesn’t prevent them from having high officials and generous salaries.

It's ridiculous to think that she didn't see the true nature of the Zhou Dynasty early on. The officials of a country's border can easily serve as bargaining chips on the chessboard! This family with the surname Zhou is stupid, vicious, vicious, vicious, vicious, vicious, vicious, vicious, and vicious, not saying that the people are hanging upside down, or not "putting the people upside down"! ...

For some reason, Jinhua looked at Du Heng's face becoming more and more ugly, and she joked about a "interesting thing":

"Young Master, although we Mengla is a small place, we have seen the 'big world'! Not long ago, a group of horse bandits fought with the barbarians in Annan on the side of Nanmilan Zhanghe!

The water of Nanmi Lanzhang River was so powerful that it could not stop the fighting between the two bandits; the horseman and the elephant rode a fight, and the horseman was flexible, and rushed up and chopped an Annan man over. Then he was also trampled into meat paste by an elephant. Not long after, the bank of Nanmi Lanzhang River was covered with blood...

Many people were not cut to death. They accidentally fell into the Nanmilanzhang River. They were lucky and hit the turbulent water to the stone and died on the spot. They were unlucky and were swept away by waves and buried in the belly of the fish... As for falling into the river and surviving, it was impossible..."

Jinhua's words made Xue Feibai look at him frequently. What's the luck of being dead and without a burial place? And Sister Jinhua, are you sure you are not revealing your own scars and gaining sympathy? What kind of horror stories are they?

After listening to it, Du Heng's face became worse and worse, but he still held his comforting patted Jinhua's hand... Xue Feibai's eyes were so bloody that he saw it. Wife, do you have the ability to recognize bitchess!

Du Heng didn't know what messed up Xue Feibai was thinking about. She only knew that the story Jinhua told was the one that Xue Feibai told her, and then they accidentally discovered Mengla?

Du Heng was a little regretful and confused. She didn't know if what she was doing was right. She just killed a Longwan Sect and took a piece of gold, which caused such a huge storm in Yunnan...

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The atmosphere in New Year's Eve in Yunnan is strong, and Beijing is even less surrendered. Compared with the silent wedding of the Xue family's little boy, the wedding of the tenth prince Zhou Yan was extremely grand, and the princess was naturally the heroine Du Weilan in the "Flower Club".

However, although the mistake is the tenth prince, there are many people in the capital who are pointing fingers at Du Weilan. She, the princess, was shorter among the princesses before she even passed the door.

What's even better is that when she gave a wonderful sentence, she accepted the girl Xiao, who had the tenth prince's close-fitting jade pendant, and could no longer marry someone else. She received an order from the palace to enthrone the concubine and married Du Weilan to the royal palace.

These slutty actions of the tenth prince were really unexpected. They blatantly stepped on them and picked them up, and they were still alive. They were still the affairs of their daughter's family, and it was hard for others to criticize them.

If the master of the zodiac fight, Xue Feibai, knew his actions, would probably only say he was confused: he seemed to be a good deal of water, but in fact he would not please anyone.

However, Xue Feibai now doesn't care about the grudges and revenge of the tenth prince, and he feels that he is about to drool down the corner of his mouth.

Things start with an hour ago:

They arrived in Mengla on New Year's Eve and rushed to the Jinhua family's village for a little repair. Any accident, all the people guarding the village had been replaced. Du Heng and the others touched the village at sunset.

The sunset in Mengla in winter is slightly earlier than the capital in summer, and the sun is setting in the morning of Xu:

The sun sets westward, and the sun leaves the mountains in the west with the last bit of red and blood-like afterglow, and the rolling mountains gradually change from blue to dark purple, and finally only leaves a black outline in the night.

From a distance, I felt that the heaven and earth were about to merge. Looking up, the clouds seemed to be pressing down on people to breathe. Only in this way can the mountains dare to snuggle in the arms of the sky and fall asleep deeply.

Today's firecrackers keep ringing, and patrolers are gradually becoming impatient: Who doesn't stay at home for the New Year on New Year's Eve? What's the point of patrolling... When will you change shifts...

Thanks to their absent-mindedness and no concern for the strange noise, Du Heng and the others, led by Jinhua, touched them from the weak defense.

Because of the lush vegetation, and the local residents live in two-story bamboo houses, a stub-style upper and lower floors. When there is no light on it, it is seven feet down and no walls to put debris on the bottom floor, which is an excellent hiding place.

This is a two-story building with only people living above, which is both preventing moisture, hot and heat, and also preventing insects and earth movements, making people eye-opening.

However, in this huge village, there was no candlelight in the houses in the outer circle. Except for the torches lit by the gatekeeper when they first entered the village, they looked no more popular. The dark main building was filled with a grim coldness.

Jinhua led them to their house all the way, and soon saw the bright yellow candlelight, and the fragrance of food was faintly floating; the candlelight was bright but not warm; it was so hot that it was not popular, even though men drank, gambled, and scolded.

This is a large bamboo building.

"It's my mother and eldest sister!" Jinhua subconsciously wanted to stand up. Du Heng grabbed her quickly with his eyes and shook his head silently.

Du Heng narrowed his eyes and vaguely saw more than a dozen women squatting in the fire pit outside, cooking.

Du Heng seemed to have seen somewhere. In some ethnic cultures, the meaning of the fire pit and the tripods on it is sacred, cannot be crossed, cannot be kicked, and cannot be removed.

But from time to time, tall men's figures crossed the fire pit. They kicked indifferently and made a "clang clang" sound, and then ran through the corridor "bangdong dongdong" and cooperated with the shouting and scolding of the inner room, as if the thatch on the roof was faintly ignited.

They picked up a jar of water jars and returned the same way. Du Heng estimated that what they took back was probably wine. Those women who cooked had to pay attention to their movements at all times, otherwise they would only suffer if they were kicked; if they were unlucky, they would have to punch and kick them.

"My home is ahead..." Jinhua pointed to the flat-topped earth-palm house that was not far away, slightly different from other bamboo buildings. The house was built close to the foothills.

Jinhua stared at the house tightly, fearing that the huge house would disappear from her eyes, but she couldn't take a step under her feet.

(End of this chapter)
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