On the second day, Lin Xiuzhen got up early and made breakfast.
The three of them finished their breakfast. According to the original plan, Lin Xiuzhen continued to weave, Abao went to feed the scalpers as usual, and Yun Ling... took care of himself.
She didn't bury Zhang Mao's body deeply, so it would probably rot very quickly in such a hot weather.
On that day, Zhang Mao planned to return to the Zhang family on his own, and he probably did not inform the servants who were working by the Gui River. Now that one night had passed, those people should have discovered that he had not returned home all night, and maybe they should go back to the Zhang family to look for him.
Yun Ling thought for a moment, leaning alone by the firewood pile at Abao's house.
This pile of firewood was piled extremely high, right next to the wooden fence. Liu Wang took advantage of the darkness to help Lin Xiuzhen a while ago.
The piles are extremely solid and dense. The Tibetans are also extremely... secretive.
Sure enough, before noon, a servant of the Zhang family hurried out of the woods.
Yun Ling squinted her eyes and reluctantly followed with her consciousness, watching him run away into the white-walled and black-tiled courtyard of the Zhang family.
In less than half an hour, a Zhang family member drove a carriage onto the official road, and the original servant took five or six more Zhang family members and hurried into the banyan forest.
During lunch, Yun Ling said: "Ah Bao, don't go out in the afternoon. If you are bored, help your mother to separate the lines."
Abao nodded sensibly.
Wait until dusk.
The carriage sent by the Zhang family came back quickly.
In less than a moment, a middle-aged man who looked very similar to Zhang Mao, but was much stronger, ran over with his shoes on and his clothes open.
His hair was messy, as if he had just gotten up from the bed.
Come to think of it, this is Li Zheng Zhang Fude.
I saw him hurriedly into the forest for a moment, and then he was helped out again.
The Zhang family knocked on the door of A Bao's house.
"You are that boy from the Xu family, your name is A Bao, right?"
Seeing that the person opening the door was a child, Butler Lu smiled.
Abao nodded, glanced at the people following him, and asked suspiciously: "Who are you?"
Butler Lu looked at the place where the sound of the machine came from, and asked gently: "Abao, are you and your mother at home?"
Abao raised his head and asked innocently: "Yes, are you looking for my mother? I'll call her!"
He quickly ran into the east chamber.
Butler Lu took two steps back, trotted up to Zhang Fude and whispered: "These are the mother and son who were abandoned by Xu Zixuan. His family lives here closest to the forest. How about we ask them if they have seen the second young master come out?"
Zhang Fude coughed twice and nodded silently.
"Just ask, don't make any noise." He didn't want the villagers to know what was going on in the woods.
He suspected that Zhang Mao might have sneaked away because he disliked the hardship in the forest, and might be having a good time in one of the gold selling dens in the town.
But the servants sent to the town to look for him reported back that they had searched several places where the second young master often went, and found nothing!
He had no choice but to order people to continue walking around the town to see if he missed any new places, and at the same time bring people to take a look himself. According to his understanding of his son, Maoer had a stubborn temper and pretended to be missing.
, is also common.
His second son has not allowed him to worry about it since he was a child. He is about to get married now and has not yet passed on the family line. He cannot let the wild beasts in the forest pick him up.
Lin Xiuzhen followed A Bao out of the east chamber and was startled when she saw these people standing suddenly in the yard.
"Why are you looking for me? Isn't it time to collect this year's taxes? My family's cloth hasn't been finished yet, and I haven't collected the silver today..." Lin Xiuzhen asked with a trembling voice, quite panicked.
Yun Ling nodded imperceptibly in the firewood pile, very satisfied with her performance.
"Ms. Lin, don't be anxious. We are not here to collect taxes today. We are here to ask you..."
Before Butler Lu finished speaking, Zhang Fude opened his mouth and asked, "Have you seen anyone coming in and out of the woods in the past two days?"
Lin Xiuzhen looked puzzled: "Ah, isn't it forbidden to enter this banyan forest?"
She said to herself, then shook her head after thinking about it: "I recently took over a new job in the town's weaving and dyeing workshop. I was busy catching up on the work and didn't see anyone."
As she said that, she sighed again and said with self-pity: "I have a hard life. I lost my parents when I was young. When I got married, I was rejected by my husband. Now that we are orphans and widowed in this village, who doesn't think it is unlucky and who will come to see us?"
The two of you look at each other?"
"Li Zheng, my baby's life is miserable. As a mother, I can't help but I can only beg you. Please do me a favor and let my baby go to a private school in the village to study. If baby can be like
The eldest young master is the same as getting a meritorious title... He has shone brightly on the lintel of Xu family, we will never forget your great kindness..."
Zhang Fude smiled fakely, nodded and said: "Ms. Lin, don't worry, I will make arrangements. It's getting late today, so I'll take my leave first."
After saying that, he turned around and left.
A group of people left in a mighty manner.
Zhang Fude left Abao's house and spat on the spot.
What the hell, she dares to dream of being on an equal footing with her husband and living her childhood dream!
Yun Ling hid in the firewood pile and watched the Zhang family leave.
Like father, like son.
Although this man is rich and virtuous, he has no virtue. No wonder he gave birth to a son like Zhang Mao.
She raised her head and looked at the horizon, where a bright moon was rising.
In another half month, Zhang Mao's body will be so rotten that even his own father will not recognize it. By then, A Bao and his mother can sit back and relax.
That's when she left.
For several days, the Zhang family walked in and out of the woods, but found nothing.
Zhang Fude's expression became more and more solemn.
There is no trace of Zhang Mao in the town. In several places he often visited, he said that he had not seen Mr. Zhang for a long time.
He knows his son is more like his father. If Zhang Mao didn't go to town, something must have happened in this banyan forest.
This banyan forest has been cut down by the Zhang family for several generations, and has shrunk by more than half. Now it is only a few dozen miles in size, and there are no giant ferocious beasts in the mountain.
Why did this nice person disappear?
Zhang Fude looked at the villages in the distance with a gloomy face.
He wondered if Mao'er had molested a young lady from another family and was detained by the host's family.
So, is it the Li Tie family, the Wang Lu family, or the Cui Sen family...
For a moment, he had no clue.
Yun Ling watched the Zhang family's actions coldly, knowing that everything was under control.
Unexpectedly, a few days later, the eldest young master of the Zhang family returned from a long trip.
Zhang Fude hugged him as if he had found his backbone, and after crying sadly that he couldn't find Zhang Mao, he said angrily: "Rong'er, dad, when you come back, there must be a few people in the village who have carelessly taken Mao away."
My son has been tied up, let’s go search him now!”
Zhang Rong's face was expressionless, and there was no sign of sadness or joy. He just said calmly: "Dad, everything comes from a teacher."
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