"I'm fine, look at Brother Xuan." Yang Huilan shook her head and said anxiously.

"Okay, get on the carriage first, there is danger here."

Zhao Jiner led the way forward and brought Yang Huilan and Brother Xuan out, got on the carriage, took Brother Xuan in Yang Huilan's arms, placed him in a flat position on the carriage, took his pulse, and took his hand back after a while.

"How?" Yang Huilan asked urgently.

"I inhaled some thick smoke, and it was fine. I prescribed some medicine for him and took it on time." Zhao Jin'er's words made Yang Huilan breathe a sigh of relief.

"It's fine."

Zhao Jiner took out the pills from the medicine box and fed them to him, took out the silver needle, untied his little clothes and applied the needle.

After receiving the needle, Brother Xuan choked several times, and a bunch of black snot spurted out of his nose, and then he slowly woke up. As soon as he opened his eyes, he couldn't help crying.

Yang Huilan held him in her arms with heartache and comforted her softly, "It's okay, my mother is here, don't cry."

"Sister Huilan, please stay with Brother Xuan for a while and stabilize his emotions. I'll go down and take a look first." Zhao Jiner touched Brother Xuan's head.

Yang Huilan nodded, unwilling to take into account the situation in the building.

Zhao Jiner got off the carriage and the fire had been blown out. Only the ear room was completely burned down, leaving only a pile of charred wood. Although the wing room they lived in in the backyard was marked by the fire, it was not serious overall.

As for the front yard, the place where customers usually eat is almost empty, leaving only empty rooms.

Everyone was sobbed and sweaty that they were covered in dust. Some even sat directly on the ground, gasping for breath.

Qin Muxiu turned around, picked up a ball of charcoal from the ground, rubbed it in his palm, and twisted his eyebrows into lumps.

"My husband, how about it?" Zhao Jin'er walked to Qin Muxiu and asked.

"The fire was burned from the ear room." Qin Muxiu pointed to a pile of charred wood on the ground.

Zhao Jin'er walked over, squatted down and smelled it, and there was a faint smell of pine oil.

"My husband, come and smell it, it smells pine oil." Zhao Jin'er waved to Qin Muxiu.

"No need to smell it, there are indeed traces of pine oil being poured over by someone." Qin Muxiu said confidently.

"Who wants to murder us? If we hadn't discovered it in time, we would have been burialized in the fire." A cook said with lingering fear.

"Yes, this good house has been burned like this. Which Tianshao set fire?"

"Can it be Manager Yan? Today, he had an argument with our Manager. He must have been angry and deliberately set fire." The waiter said firmly.

"Shopkeeper Yan?" Zhao Jiner was full of confusion.

The waiter informed Zhao Jiner all the time when what happened during the day.

After hearing this, Zhao Jiner thought about it secretly, "It's not impossible."

"My husband, what do you think?" She looked at Qin Muxiu, who had been silent.

"It's hard to say." Qin Muxiu's face was solemn, and his words were ambiguous. Now there is no definite evidence, and everything is uncertain.

"Who is reporting to the official?" The voice of the yamen came suddenly.

"The fire has been extinguished, and they have just come. When they go to invite them, they promised it nicely and it comes very slowly." The waiter who went to report to the official complained in a low voice.

"Here." Zhao Jiner spoke.

When Yang Huilan saw someone coming from Jingzhao Yin, she handed Brother Xuan to the nurse to take care of her, and she got off the carriage.

"Sister Huilan." Zhao Jiner saw Yang Huilan coming and greeted her.

"Is it yours you who reported to me?" The Yamashi looked at Yang Huilan and the others and asked.

"Is this a question?" the waiter muttered.

"It was our official who reported to me. Water was flowing in the building, and someone deliberately set fire." Qin Muxiu spoke, his voice cold.
Chapter completed!