Glued up by my father's nemesis

Climbing trees and turning over walls are all necessary skills for naughty boys in the country, and Qi Jingsi is naturally good at all of them.

When the courtyard door rang again, he had already arranged Yan Fei and Yan Yi to hide behind the water tank.

He stood behind the door himself, and pushed the person who pushed the door to the door.

The man's head had just reached Qi Jingsi's chest, and he was so thin that only a handful of bones remained. Qi Jingsi grabbed his hands and covered his mouth, unable to move, only a "woo woo" sound from his throat begging for mercy.

After taking the person down, Qi Jingsi winked, Yan Fei and Yan Yi came out from behind the water tank, and quickly closed the courtyard door.

The moment the door closed, the white banner hanging outside the door was pinched off——

This is the funeral shop they visited last night.

Qi Jingsi watched Yan Fei and the others back away, and then slowly let go of the hand covering the man's mouth and nose, and the man immediately shouted in horror like last night——

"Plague God—Plague God—"

Qi Jingsi pulled out a file that he had picked up in the yard just now, and threatened, "Who are you scolding?"

Yan Yi lit a broken lantern in the courtyard and walked forward with Yan Fei's support. Only then did Yan Fei see that the other party was dressed up, and he was the leader of the "Dancing God" in front of the bonfire just now, and he looked quite young.

He lightly patted Qi Jingsi twice, signaling to the other party to let her go.

The man turned around, trembling with fear, fell to the ground along the wall, patted his chest and panted heavily.

"Abo." Yan Fei stepped forward, bowed his body, and said softly, "Look again, who are we?"

"You...you are not plague gods? Then...then you..." The man gestured with trembling fingers, "Want... want money?"

Qi Jingsi played with the file in his hand, the angle of the knife point just met the lantern in Yan Yi's hand, showing a little cold light, which made the people on the ground tremble again.

"I have! I have money!" The man hugged his head and shouted, "I counted the third floor tile under the bed in my bedroom, and when I pried it open, there was a banknote inside!"

"It's all... I'll give it to you..." The man's voice was mixed with whimpering and crying: "I really don't care about my business... I beg you...don't kill me..."

Qi Jingsi and Yan Fei looked at each other, and instantly felt that the matter was not simple.

The village looked empty, at least on the surface, they only saw someone in this courtyard last night, so they came in to inquire about the situation.

If it wasn't for that person's sneaky actions just now when he entered the door, and his wicked look on his face, Qi Jingsi wouldn't have been able to push him directly by the door.

Right now, it seems that there is really something tricky.

For ordinary rural families, the greatest wealth is the grain in the warehouse. Bartering such as two buckets of rice with the next door for a chicken is very common. The reason is nothing more than a lack of money.

If a normal family could save a few silver ingots, they would be extremely wealthy. How could there be such a thing as a silver bill that was only needed for large-value transactions.

Qi Jingsi escorted the person into the house, and sure enough, she got out a few banknotes under the bed, which was incomparable to the dignitaries in Beijing, even if it was just the flowing water of the Heyi Tower in Yan Fei's house. I can't save it for a lifetime.

"To be honest, these banknotes are still yours." Qi Jingsi looked at the banknotes on the table, threw out the file in his hand, and nailed the banknotes on the table, "If you hide them, I will Set up a fire in the courtyard, just like you did in front of the yamen—"

"Throw you in and bake."

"You...you just, just now" Qi Jingsi tied his hands behind his back with a hemp rope, threw him into the corner of the wall, and stammered, "You all saw it..."

Qi Jingsi's original intention was to frighten this dishonest person, to make them tell the truth, but she didn't expect this person to be so intimidating, so she was so frightened that she couldn't even speak fluently.

Yan Fei can't do it, he has to let someone speak clearly.

"Abbot." He walked gently to the man, his voice approaching gently, "What's your name?"

"I..." The man was obviously frightened, and his neck receded unconsciously, "My surname is Zhang... Gong, Gong Chang Zhang..."

"Uncle Zhang, my surname is Yan." Yan Fei comforted softly, "Don't be nervous, we are not bad people, please speak slowly."

"Say..." Uncle Zhang was on the verge of tears, "What are you talking about..."

"For example—" Yan Fei looked back at Qi Jingsi, "What's the matter with the 'God of Plague' you mentioned earlier?"

"That's not what I said! That... that's what the county magistrate said!" Uncle Zhang hastily explained: "Recently, many people died in the village. The county magistrate said that someone attacked the plague god!"

"Ridiculous!" Qi Jingsi couldn't help but angrily said.

Yan Fei quickly looked at him and shook his head, then asked: "Then what about the rest of the village, all of them were taken away by the plague god? But I saw that there were quite a few people around the campfire just now."

"That's not true." Uncle Zhang shook his head, "It's the magistrate of the county who asked the master to make a calculation. He said that the doors and lights will be shut off after Youshi, and every household must not make a sound or respond to any noise—"

He lowered his voice mysteriously, "After Youshi, the God of Plague will come to the village to arrest people. If the God of Plague finds out those who don't obey orders, they will be arrested!"

Only then did Qi Jingsi understand why they knocked on the door last night but no one answered.

Yan Fei also nodded in understanding, "Then why do you think we are plague gods?"

"It's also the county master who asked the master to settle the matter." Uncle Zhang still had that mysterious expression on his face, "It seems black and white to say that a stranger who was still wandering around the village in Youshi is an apostle sent by the God of Plague to arrest people! "

"He...then..." He flinched and stole a glance at Qi Jingsi while speaking, "So fierce..."

Qi Jingsi herself also grew up in the countryside. Generally, the villages are not big and the population is not large. People from all over the world are related to each other and have acquaintances. It is not surprising to recognize.

"You have always said that the county magistrate asked the master to settle the matter, then—" Yan Fei continued to ask: "Where is the magistrate the magistrate? Why didn't you see it?"

"The master is not good enough, please don't leave the plague god." Uncle Zhang explained: "The county magistrate went to Mount Wutai to invite the master, and when he came back he sent the plague god away. There will be no more deaths in our village!"

"This is such a mess!" Qi Jingsi couldn't stand it anymore, "It's so obvious——"

"Hush—" Yan Fei turned around and made a silent movement to interrupt him, and shook his head.

"You want to say, are you such an obvious liar?" Uncle Zhang glanced at Qi Jingsi cautiously, and shook his head helplessly, "What else can I do? All the doctors who came to see the doctor fell ill and died in the village. If you pray to gods and Buddha, who else can you ask for?"

"The ones who died were the strong laborers in the village. They were all young people. Didn't they just get caught by the God of Plague?"

"Then why did you dare to open the door yesterday?" Qi Jingsi asked impatiently.

"I'm the only old man in my family, even if the god of plague wants to catch a strong man, he won't look down on me..." Uncle Zhang muttered, "I've been doing nothing for half my life. I don't have a wife or a child. If I die, I'll be wrapped up in a mat... and I'll leave it alone." What are you afraid of..."

"Then you didn't listen to Master!" Qi Jingsi couldn't bear it anymore, "Didn't you tell you not to go out after Youshi? Why did a group of people gather outside just now?"

"That's what the master told you!" Uncle Zhang retorted: "They are all strong men with the most yang energy. Light a fire and send him the strong men selected by the God of Plague, so as to teach him to be kind. Don't come to the door again."

"So you dressed up like this and led a group of people just like the 'jumping gods' just now—" Yan Fei asked, "Is that what the master told you?"

Zhang Bo nodded upon hearing this.

"But I see that there are a few people dressed like you." Yan Fei continued to ask.

"That's a few bachelors in the village who can't marry a wife. I'm old and I can't do physical work anymore. A few of them followed me before to help people lift corpses, move stone tablets and so on... Zhang Bo explained: "It's just asking for food."

"So that's how you got your banknotes?" Yan Fei nodded, "Master ordered you to take someone to 'Tiao Dashen', and the county master will give you the silver."

"Yeah." Uncle Zhang smashed his mouth, "No one dares to earn this money except me."

"That Zhang Bo—" Yan Fei nodded to express his trust, "Let me ask you one last question—"

"In this village, before, before the plague god came, or last winter, did anyone die?"

"Isn't it common for people to die, especially... last winter..." Uncle Zhang's eyes darkened as he spoke, "Many died of starvation..."

"The area of ​​arable land and the quality of the land in You County are much better than those of the neighboring counties." Finally, when it came to the most critical question, Yan Fei asked nervously, "Why would someone starve to death?"

"Large land, rich land, what's the use of it!" Uncle Zhang showed some disgust for the first time tonight, "It's not our land now, what does it have to do with us?"

Before planting in the spring of the previous year, the land in the village was requisitioned, and the farmers had changed from farming for themselves to farming for others, and they couldn't keep a single piece of grain from the harvest.

At that time, it was agreed that there would be a large amount of compensation for land acquisition, but no money has been seen until now.

The situation in the village went from bad to worse, until last winter, some people began to starve to death.

But the land is the lifeblood of farmers, Qi Jingsi couldn't believe it, "No one will make trouble for such a big matter?"

"It's making trouble, how could it not be making trouble!" Uncle Zhang said angrily, "Not only making trouble in the county, but also going to Beijing together."

"I don't have any land. I lost all my gambling money in the early years, but I went to make trouble, and none of them came back. It's said—"

"It's dealt with by the mob."

"What is a mob, do you understand?" Uncle Zhang became agitated as he spoke, and even struggled to sit up straight, "Last year, the Niujia Village on the edge of Beijing was treated as a mob, and no one was left alive! "

"Trouble? Who dares to make trouble?"

"It's not certain that you will die if you are hungry, but once you send troops from above, you will definitely die!"

"You treat everyone like me, one person is full, and the whole family is not hungry; those of them have wives and children at home, if they are beaten into a mob and taken away in one pot, they might as well let the plague god arrest them!"

"At least the God of Plague doesn't catch children, he catches young men, but all the dead in the village are young people."

"At least the child can survive..."

At this moment, it seemed that the veil had finally been lifted from a plague that was so confusing.

Qi Jingsi also put away her ferocious aura just now, walked to the wall lightly, and helped Yan Fei up.

"The case of land enclosure..." Yan Fei leaned weakly on Qi Jingsi's shoulder, "Sure enough, all dynasties and dynasties cannot get around it."

"Uncle Zhang." He bowed and untied the hemp rope tied on Uncle Zhang's hand, and took out some scattered silver from his sleeve pocket, "It was my wife who offended me just now, so I'm here to apologize to you .”

He offered the silver taels with both hands, "We are newcomers, can we stay at the house for another night?"

"Ne..." Uncle Zhang looked at Qi Jingsi, who was tall and gloomy, in surprise, "My wife?"

The author has something to say: Tomorrow, the whole picture of the whole thing will be revealed, this is the beginning of tearing up the scum~!

感谢在2020-11-2916:59:46~2020-11-2922:14:39期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who threw the mine: Tangtang is not a glass;

Thanks to the little angels of the irrigation nutrient solution: Tangtang is not a glass 23 bottles;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!