Wen Gen is responsible for finding the whereabouts of the owner of Jiefang Shoes.

The distribution quantity of this kind of Jiefang shoes is not large, and they are usually distributed according to the reported number. After comparison and various inquiries, the owner of this Jiefang shoe was found.

Liu Wengen got the news that his master had been slandered. There were many reasons for the slander. Some people said it was because his master had an upright personality and accidentally offended people he shouldn't have offended.

But Liu Wengen said he was not a fool. Why did his master go to Menling Village when he was being hacked? Why was the person who was beaten not thrown away until he arrived at the county seat? Isn't this because there is no silver 300 taels in this place? It is obvious that he was beaten.

The attack by a group of unknown persons was actually a warning to him not to interfere in the Menling Village incident.

The current situation is chaotic. Who has the real power when there are many people making trouble? Zhiqing's family knows that they are being hacked, so they can only swallow their anger. What they are afraid of is making things worse and angering their opponents who are hiding in the dark.

If I add some unfounded charges to you, you will really have no choice but to walk away in vain.

Wen Gen learned from his master that Zhong Kui's whereabouts were unknown after all their searches, and he became extremely anxious.

Zhiqing only had a skin injury, as I said before. These people only warned him about his involvement in Menling Village, and they did not intend to kill him. For skin injuries, just apply some red potion, anti-inflammatory drugs, etc., and you can do whatever you want.

Move around.

When Zhiqing learned from Liu Wengen the whereabouts of the Liberation Shoes, he suddenly felt a little unbelievable. If it was really the owner of this shoe who wanted to kill Old Man Xia, why would he take so many twists and turns instead of just being direct?

Looking for an opportunity to kill him?

Having said that, the shoes were indeed his. To be cautious, Zhiqing decided to visit the Minister of Arms in person with Liu Wengen.

Zhiqing and Liu Wengen caught the first train and arrived at the county town. The county town was still in a hazy state. There were only a few people walking on the streets. Occasionally, they saw one or two people who had gotten up early, collecting garbage and sweeping the floor.

Sanitation workers.

These early risers all wear masks that are so wide that they cover their entire faces, leaving only a pair of skeletal eyes that can peek into the world.

The situation in Zhiqing's eyes did not include the hot shops seen in big cities, nor the bustling shoppers vying to buy things in front of the shops. What's more, he did not see the enthusiastic and moist faces that humans are accustomed to.

face.

I only saw those big-character posters that were fluttering in the wind. The big-character posters were usually written with a thick brush dipped in ink, horizontally and vertically, in a scrawl that could not be classified.

With a sigh, Zhiqing's eyes turned to the not-so-wide street entrance again. Apart from the cool breeze blowing back and forth, all he could see was a sense of coldness and solemnity.

Zhiqing thought to himself, if all this was not in this era, then the scene here would no longer be as deserted as it is now. It should be a different scene... The old man walking early carried a birdcage, followed by the old ladies.

, walked comfortably to the Cultural Square. He danced his arms and legs, spoke in an orderly manner, and practiced Tai Chi slowly.

"Master, are you hungry? How about I go buy some breakfast?" Liu Wengen looked at his master and for a long time looked at a few sneaky villagers in the distance looking around with eggs in their hands.

Zhiqing knew that these villagers were braving the world's scourge and came to secretly look for buyers to buy eggs. If they were caught by activists accidentally, they would be beaten and fined, and in serious cases they would be sent to a solitary room.

…

"No, let's go!" Zhiqing withdrew his gaze and called Wengen to leave.

Zhiqing and Liu Wengen followed the address given by Zhong Hansheng before and searched for it.

The streets in the county town are full of potholes and look like mountain trails. The only difference between them and the roads on the mountains is that the streets are lined with wooden pavements instead of woods and the like.

Ancient, waxy yellow and still solid wooden doors are lined up one after another, like thin puppets, blinking in silence and standing still, enduring the baptism of the vicissitudes of time.

Zhiqing knew that these one-foot-wide wooden doors, although they were rough and not specially crafted, were very thick and durable. Behind the wooden doors was a cozy home for the whole family, young and old, huddled together.

The streets are also paved with bluestone slabs of the same color, with uneven heights and unevenness. After Zhiqing and Liu Wengen turned around a few times, they saw a group of old buildings that seemed to have been forgotten by the noise.

A low-rise bungalow building.

Zhong Hansheng's home is on the side of that group of buildings, a more lonely bungalow. It is said to be a bungalow, but it is actually a wooden house that is extremely low and uses wooden boards as a frame.

Zhiqing knocked on the door politely and shouted in a gentle and gentle voice: "Old clock, old clock..."

Zhong Hansheng was still sleeping. In his dream, he got married again. He had not had time to see clearly what the bride looked like. The bride seemed to be avoiding him. Every time he reached out to lift the hijab and take a look, she looked like a cat.

, cleverly avoid it.

The more the bride behaved like this, the more anxious Zhong Hansheng became. He was so anxious that he was being scratched by the cat's claws. He looked at the bride's petite body, which was no longer the thick and fat one before.

The yellow-faced woman laughed out loud.

Zhong Hansheng woke up after laughing out loud. He was confused and didn't know whether it was the shouting outside the door that disturbed his sweet dream, or whether he was awakened by the deafening laughter. Anyway, when he woke up, he smelled

There is something wrong in the space.

I pushed my wife who was sleeping like a dead pig next to her. She couldn't push her, but my fingertips felt a breathless coldness.

'Buzz!' Zhong Hansheng's mind went blank for a moment, and he was stunned. How could his wife die? And she died so hideously. With a purple tongue sticking out of his mouth, he looked like he was embarrassed. It looked like he was dying.

He was frightened and hurriedly looked away. Just as he looked away, a purple seal on the side of his wife's neck merged into his frightened sight.

Nightmare? No! It’s clearly dark now. It’s... Zhong Hansheng suddenly remembered what happened last night...

He, who had no feelings for his wife, calmly stared at her motionless wife. After listening to the rapid knock on the door, he deliberately hesitated: "Who is it? You haven't gotten up yet, wait a minute."

"

Zhong Hansheng wrapped his wife in a quilt, placed her body in a sleeping position, then dressed in a hurry, walked out of the bedroom and closed the door.

When Zhong Hansheng saw Zhi Qing, his expression was slightly startled, but he immediately returned to normal, laughing as loudly as ever, and then shook hands and exchanged greetings.

Zhiqing and the others were led by Zhong Hansheng into his living room. It was said to be a living room, but it was actually a simple main room. There were many portraits of great people posted on the walls of the living room.

The great man in the portrait always has that amiable demeanor, which hides the unparalleled majestic momentum and the shocking concentration of divine power.
Chapter completed!