After I became a passerby, I saved the villain's family

Yangping County Salt Field.

Under the scorching sun, a group of salt workers are bending over to dry salt.

Suddenly, a thin figure fell down limply.

"Snapped!"

An officer took a whip and lashed the young man who fell to the ground.

"Stand up for me!"

"Snapped!"

Another whip hit him.

"Don't try to be lazy!"

The whip hit his body hard and the young man on the ground couldn't help twitching.

The soldier raised his hand to hit again, but a hand reached out from the side and grabbed his wrist.

"You are looking for death..."

The soldier looked up and found a pair of cold eyes staring at him.

It was the guy at the registry that day!

The officers and soldiers swallowed quietly.

He pulled his hand out forcefully and was about to scold.

In the distance there was the sound of a gong.

It's time for lunch.

"Bah! You're lucky!"

The soldier spat fiercely on the ground and turned away.

Jia Zuo stepped forward and helped the young man up.

The young man stood up trembling.

An old man came over anxiously.

"Erniu! Erniu!"

The old man put his arm around Erniu with worry.

"Grandpa, I'm fine, don't worry." Erniu said weakly.

Jiazuo helped the man to the outskirts of the salt field and found an open space for him to sit down.

"Thank you, young man!" The old man looked at Jia Zuo with gratitude.

Jia Zuo nodded slightly.

"I'll go get the food first."

"Hey, hey." The old man responded quickly.

After a while, Jiazuo took three meals and gave all the food to the grandfather and grandson.

"Young man, why don't you eat?"

The old man tremblingly picked up two steamed buns made of wild vegetables and stuffed them into Jiazuo's hands.

"It's okay, I'm not hungry, you guys eat."

Jiazuo put the steamed bread back.

The old man sighed.

"Young man, what's your name?"

"Li Er." A's words were concise and to the point.

"So you're Mr. Li." The old man introduced, "You can just call me Grandpa Liu, and this is my grandson Liu Erniu."

Liu Erniu, who was standing aside, was chewing a steamed bun slowly, in silence.

Jia Zuo looked at the grandparents and grandchildren.

He had been at the salt field for two days and knew that the family consisted of only a grandfather and his grandson, and that they lived a very hard life.

"Young man, why did you come to the salt field to do such hard work? Where are your family members?" asked Grandpa Liu.

"They're all starving to death." Jia Zuo said lightly.

Grandpa Liu paused and felt a little guilty.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Li, but I like to ask questions when I get old."

After saying this, a trace of sadness appeared on his face, as if he remembered something sad.

"Alas, my husband and Erniu's mother are also gone. They both died of a serious illness."

"It's just the three of us left to make ends meet. I didn't expect that my son also..."

When Grandpa Liu talked about the deep thoughts, tears appeared in his eyes.

Jiazuo listened quietly to Grandpa Liu's talk.

Suddenly, he thought of something.

"Grandpa, how long have you been working here?" Jiazuo asked.

Grandpa Liu wiped his tears with his sleeves and said, "I have been here for a long time."

"When I was his age," Grandpa Liu looked at Liu Erniu, "I was working here when I was his age."

It's been so long.

A spoke cautiously.

"Then do you know where the salt worker who was killed some time ago is buried..."

Before he could finish his words, Grandpa Liu covered his mouth tightly.

Grandpa Liu looked nervous, with fear in his eyes.

He looked around and saw that there was no one else, so he let go.

"Young man, where did you hear that?" Grandpa Liu lowered his voice, "No matter who told you, don't mention it again."

“This is a big no-no in the saltworks!”

"why?"

Jiazuo stared closely into Grandpa Liu's eyes.

When mentioning this matter, sadness welled up in Grandpa Liu's eyes again.

"To be honest, Erniu's father died in that incident..."

Liu Erniu also held the steamed bread tightly in his hands.

"Many people died that day. It took three days and three nights to clean the blood at the gate of the county government office. The others were imprisoned in the salt field. No one knows where they are buried..."

"That damned County Magistrate Wei, he really deserves to die!"

Grandpa Liu said with gritted teeth.

Realizing that his emotions were somewhat out of control, Grandpa Liu restrained his facial expression.

"So don't ask about this matter and don't do anything stupid, okay?"

"This is all for your own good!"

Grandpa Liu warned.

Jiazuo did not respond. He looked at the wound on Liu Erniu's body.

"I have some golden wound medicine with me. Come to me after work to apply the medicine in the evening."

Liu Erniu paused and nodded silently.

late at night.

Liu Erniu quietly came to the woodshed.

Because Jiazuo arrived late, there was no room left in the large dormitory for the salt workers, so the officers and soldiers arranged for him to stay in the woodshed.

Jiazuo lifted up Liu Erniu's clothes and sprinkled the powder in the porcelain bottle on his back.

"hiss--"

The stinging sensation from applying the medicine made Liu Erniu unable to help but utter a sound.

"Does it hurt?" Jiasaku asked expressionlessly.

Liu Erniu bit his lips and shook his head gently.

After applying the medicine, Jiazuo pulled Liu Erniu's clothes off and turned to wash his hands.

Liu Erniu stared at Jiazuo's broad back.

He loosened his tightly bitten lips and spoke slowly, his voice hoarse.

"Brother Li, I know where my father and the others are buried."

Jia Zuo's back trembled.

-

At night, Dinglong Casino.

Fu Jichu was sitting at the desk, flipping through an account book.

Hei Jue came in quietly and poured him another cup of tea.

The little finger of his left hand was missing a section and was tightly wrapped with a bandage.

"What time is it?" Fu Jichu asked.

"Second Master, it's already three quarters past midnight." Hei Jue replied.

It’s so late?

Fu Jichu raised his head and twisted his aching neck.

"Has the young lady returned?"

Hei Jue paused and spoke cautiously.

"Second Master, the young lady didn't come tonight."

Fu Jichu stopped moving.

"What did you do?"

Hearing Fu Jichu's question, Hei Jue broke out in a cold sweat.

"Miss, Miss, you flew kites all afternoon today. You were a little tired in the evening, so you didn't come over."

It turned out that he was tired from flying a kite...

wrong.

She never plays on her own for that long.

Fu Jichu frowned.

"with who?"

Hei Jue swallowed.

"And that Mr. Luo Ci..."

Fu Jichu's eyes turned cold, and Zhou Shen exuded coldness.

Hei Jue knelt hurriedly, not daring to make a sound.

After a while, Fu Jichu spoke.

"Go to Qinglian Courtyard."

late at night.

Song Ayao was sleeping soundly on the bed.

A figure came into the room quietly and silently.

Fu Jichu pushed the wheelchair slowly.

The two wheels were wrapped with thick cloth, so no rolling sound could be heard even in the silent night.

Fu Jichu came to Song Ayao's bed.

Looking at the lovely person sleeping soundly in front of me.

The quilt on Song Ayao's body was scattered on her sides, her red lips were slightly open, and her breathing was steady.

Sleeping soundly.

Fu Jichu pulled the quilt over and covered Song Ayao with it.

He raised his hand to her face, caressing it gently.

The tenderness in his eyes seemed to overflow.

He's your new toy, isn't he?

Song Ayao felt her face itchy in her sleep, so she reached out and slapped Fu Jichu's hand away.

He turned over, mumbling something.

"Ah."

Fu Jichu chuckled.

In that case, my second uncle will keep him for a few more days.

Ok?