At the beginning, there is smoke coming out of the ancestral grave, and the woman is busy in the imp

The old Taoist priest's eyebrows are like two long white swords, lying horizontally on the deep-set eye sockets.

The figure is thin, but does not appear weak.

Wearing a Taoist robe that has been washed white, it has a certain air of immortality and Taoism.

He rambled on about the past of this temple, with tears filling his eyes: "Although I don't know who the original person of this statue is."

"I just remember that before my great-grandfather passed away, he murmured that he was a great hero who stood upright and was brave and fearless."

"Be loyal and righteous, competing with the sun and the moon for glory."

Looking at the clay statue that has been restored several times, it is far different from the appearance of the original owner.

There is also the dusty plaque with the four characters "Prolong life and prolong life" written on it.

The tip of Xie Yuheng's nose was slightly sour, and 'Yanyi' was Xie Qian's character.

Modesty benefits, modesty is the prerequisite for benefit, benefit is the consequence of modesty...

Just hearing the choking in the old Taoist priest's voice, one knew that it was impossible for him to not know who this statue was erected for.

Unexpectedly, in the land of Xie Qian's ancestral home, there are still people who secretly worship him, even though the stigma on his body has not been washed away.

Looking at Yujie and Songzhen's father and son, the old Taoist priest closed his eyes and suppressed the sourness in his heart.

Xu Yuanshi Tianzun couldn't stand it, and the name of the hero was buried in the dust, so Xie gave birth to another child prodigy who passed the Sixth Yuan.

Although this kind of thanks is not the other's, he still feels that he has no regrets in this life when he can see Xie's resurrection.

Looking at the dusty wooden plaque, the old Taoist priest trembled and spoke: "I am an old Taoist and my legs and feet are inconvenient."

"Can you trouble two good men to sweep away the dust on this plaque?"

"This is natural. It's a matter of effort and pleasure."

Xie Tingjiang took the bamboo poles from the courtyard and tied the brooms up and down with Splendens splendens.

Finally, he took off his coat and put it on outside.

The old Taoist priest licked his lips a few times, but said nothing.

The father and daughter together swept away the dust on the plaque, offered incense, kowtowed before leaving.

Walking on the empty streets, there were only patrolling soldiers in front and behind.

"It turns out that this is why dad chose to come to Qiantang."

Xie Tingjiang gently touched her head and said with a smile: "It's an unexpected surprise. I didn't know there was such a temple before I came here."

At the end of April, I received a letter sent back by Xiao Yuheng from the Ping An Security Bureau.

He chose Qiantang County to spread public opinion, not only because Qiantang is a county with a large population, but also has a unique location at the mouth of the sea.

And if it rains heavily, Yangzhou will most likely be hit the hardest.

It is also because Qiantang is the ancestral home of our ancestor Xie Qian. This place was the real root of the Xie family hundreds of years ago.

As a father, he strives to fulfill his daughter's wishes.

As a descendant of the Xie family, he also has the responsibility to rectify Xie Qian's name.

Three days have passed since the chaos in Qian and Tang Dynasties. Even though Jianglinghou, the new number one scholar who passed the sixth grade, entered the city in person.

But there are countless worries in the hearts of the people, and they still can't see where the way forward is. They are still worried and tossing and turning every day.

When receiving the soup and medicine every day, they would curse the disaster star of Yangzhou together and wish they could eat its flesh and bones!

"Last year we planted several acres of mulberry trees, which I thought would be used by spring silkworms."

"Now that all the tree silkworms are dead, I really lost my wife and my troops!"

"Who is not? It's all the fault of that disaster star. It's really unlucky. I don't know who it is. If I knew, I would dig up his uncle's ancestral grave!"

One person waved to the nearby shop and lowered his voice and said, "I heard someone said it's the one from the Chi family."

"Which one? Why are you hesitating?"

He winked and said, "That's it. Who else can be from the Chi family?"

"Are you talking about Mr. Chi Baichi? How is this possible?"

Most of the silk in Yangzhou was collected by the second master of the Chi family.

Going to Liangzhou, entering Wusun and selling to countries further west, this is something that all silkworm farmers know!

"It's impossible. Since Chi Bai came to Yangzhou, he first worked as a supervisor in Shanyin Shipyard."

"As a result, the ship he was supervising sank immediately after it went out to sea!"

"Oh my god, there were hundreds of people on the ship, and not long after that, the shipyard caught fire again, and many more people died."

"It's been raining non-stop since May, and God can't stand it!"

"If he is not a disaster star, why was he sent to this world? Fortunately, he is a man. Is this what normal men do?"

The people next to me thought about it and realized that this was what happened, and were about to continue discussing it.

Then I heard the doctor in front beating the gong and shouting: "People over there, don't get close to each other!"

The neighbors were so busy that they queued up to receive the medicine.

At first, the doctor at Xie's Academy said that being close would speed up the infection of the disease.

They still didn’t believe it, but now it seems to make some sense!

In this way, Marquis Jiangling is really a fairy as rumored.

He can recognize sweet potatoes, and his family’s college doctor is also a genius. What a lucky baby!

Some people secretly thought that this year's New Year dolls might use the portrait of Marquis Jiangling to get good luck!

As for the disaster star, if you think about it carefully, it seems that Chi Bai is indeed a disaster star. It is really unlucky to die wherever you go!

At the same time, voices from all over Yangzhou were rising one after another to attack Chibai's disaster star.

When the news reached Zhuang Yun's ears, Zhuang Yun was checking Qiantang County Chronicles with Dr. Wu.

He waved his hand impatiently and said: "I know, the common people have also suffered, what's wrong with saying a few words, how can I lose a few ounces of meat?!"

Chang Sui scratched his head, he really had lost a few ounces of meat.

A few days ago, Chi Bai was traveling and met a tough farmer on the road. He was put on his thigh with a hoe and dug out a bowl of large chunks of meat.

Seeing Mr. Futai busy, the long attendant swallowed back all the remaining words and helped to read the county annals.

Time flies and the stars change, I don’t know how many more days there will be.

Xie Yuheng had taken a pot of Bai Du Bu Wei Pill and was not afraid of the disease at all.

He eats and drinks every day, and in his free time, he interrogates (tortures) his mute brothers.

Finally, in the early morning of this day, he couldn't stand it anymore. One of them spoke in poor Daliang dialect and said: "We are from the easternmost part, Fusang Nuoren."

Rong Shi moved a grand master's chair for Xie Yuheng, and also brought melons, fruits, snacks and other items, so that the master could eat the melons with the highest treatment.

Xie Yuheng scooped up the snow-soaked bean water and drank it. It was sweet and ice-cold.

Glancing at the Fuso man who was swallowing his saliva, she raised her lips and smiled, "Is that all? Well, it looks like we will be hungry for a few more days."

Fusangren's throat rolled, and after a loud swallowing sound, his eyes evaded and said: "I'm embarrassed, I'm embarrassed."

"We went out to Dihai when it was snowing heavily. The boat lost its direction and we didn't know where to go ashore..."

Xie Yuheng put down the celadon bowl and chuckled, as if he had heard a big joke.

He stood up leisurely and suddenly pulled out Rong Shi's sword.

With lightning power, he cut off the ear of another Fuso man who fainted from hunger.

A howl like a slaughtering pig suddenly came from the woodshed, and hot blood kept flowing along the man's fingers.

The man who spoke first had a face as white as paper.

He squirmed anxiously in the direction of his younger brother, but before he could get close, he was kicked away by Rong Shi.

He didn't know why the master didn't like these two people, but what the master liked was his preference.