Chapter 737

In winter, the East Hebei road was more desolate and dilapidated because it had previously experienced a wave of refugees and its bark, plants and trees had been dug up.

But at least there was no previous panic, and the road was bustling, noisy and lively.

In a small town not far from Daming mansion, people from far and near the temple fair came to sell and purchase winter firewood, rice, oil, salt and all kinds of mountain goods.

"This business is hard to do."

"We are not well off now."

"Yes, there was war."

Squatting at the gate of the city, several firewood men were talking to each other while waiting for business.

Among them, a man in his thirties was very silent.

"This brother has a lot of firewood." Someone took the initiative to talk.

The man made a sound and looked shy.

"I haven't seen it before." Another firewood man asked curiously.

This town doesn't fight. Firewood collectors and sellers always come and go. They all look familiar.

"Oh, my first time." Said the stranger.

People on both sides laughed. They were all in the same place and were familiar with their accents.

"Wei Dian?" Asked the previous man.

The stranger nodded.

"You have too much wood." The person next to him gave warm advice, "you shouldn't play so much. It's even less valuable when it's fashionable."

"But maybe, I've heard that someone has collected a lot of firewood recently." Someone also said, "Deshengchang of Daming mansion."

That's a rich family. Now everyone is curious.

"What do people like Deshengchang need so much firewood for?"

"In addition to cooking, they don't burn firewood. They all use charcoal."

For these hard-working people who are full and hungry, the life of the rich is unimaginable.

"It's funny to say." Said the man, motioning for everyone to gather together.

The man in weidian also crowded over with some curiosity.

"Deshengchang is separating. Have you heard?"

Some people have heard of it and others don't know it. After all, for them, they have never had a chance to deal with the bank in their whole life.

The man gave a brief account of the matter.

"So now the two young ladies are sharing the ticket numbers of Daming mansion with the young master's people. They are all old hands. They are smart enough to compete with each other. Young master Fang deliberately bought firewood to burn a fire for heating in order to make them go away quickly. The whole house is smoky and burning. One person coughs in it and laughs to death."

It's really funny.

"It's so embarrassing."

"What do you know? My brothers are clear about the accounts. These rich people can distinguish them best."

Everyone laughed and talked until the sound of hoofs stopped by.

"Hey, how much firewood do you have here? I want it all." At the same time, a proud male voice asked.

No, really

The firewood men looked at the past in disbelief.

"But send it far away to Deshengchang in Daming mansion." The man said, "of course, I'll pay you for the firewood alone."

Sure enough, Deshengchang was lucky, and the firewood collectors immediately became boiling. They answered in a hurry and packed their firewood in a hurry.

Daming mansion is much more closely guarded than before. The steward of Deshengchang, who was able to drive straight into Daming mansion in the past, also had to be investigated. These firewood men are no exception. Firewood were also stabbed with long guns.

"Isn't there no war? Why is it so strict?" The firewood man couldn't help asking in a low voice.

"You don't know yet." The people who were investigated nearby whispered, "Duke Cheng has conspired against the crime and absconded. Now they are all catching their family."

The name of Cheng Guogong was well known, and the firewood men immediately stared.

"How could Cheng Guogong rebel?" They couldn't help shouting.

The people around were so frightened that they waved at them.

"Dying, do you want to be arrested as your accomplices?" They whispered.

The firewood men kept silent and did not dare to speak loudly. They looked frightened.

"But how could Cheng Guogong rebel?" Someone still couldn't help whispering.

This is not an inquiry, this is a negation.

This made everyone silent for a moment. For the people in the north, Cheng Guogong is a god like existence.

"How do we know the above?" Someone sighed in a low voice.

"Well, stop talking and go into town." The man behind urged, "mind your own business."

It is difficult for them to live on their own. Where can they manage these major events.

The gloom at the gate of the city soon dispersed with the sight of the three words Deshengchang.

"I said Wei Dian. You're lucky to be rich this time." Someone said, looking at the man with the highest and most firewood pile in a group of people.

The man smiled foolishly and shyly. Although he didn't say anything, his eyes glittered.

"Where are you from?" Deshengchang's steward asked casually as he looked at them carrying firewood in.

The firewood men answered one by one. When it was the man's turn, the man took another look at the steward of Deshengchang.

"Weidian." He said, pausing, "my daughter-in-law's Runan."

Rural people will not speak when they are nervous, but some are nervous and talk a lot. They are not surprised that the man reported his daughter-in-law everywhere. They just said oh.

The man lowered his head and carried the firewood to go in, but the steward raised his head again.

"You have a lot of firewood." He looked at him. "It's not small."

Men chat up.

The steward pointed inward.

"Just in time, there are a lot of firewood in it. Go and help resist entering the house." He said, "I'll give you another salary."

It's a good job. Other firewood men looked at the man with envy. The man thanked him and followed a man to the inner yard with firewood on his back.

The yard was really smoky. The backyard was a little better. An old man in a brocade robe was sitting in the corridor drinking tea.

"It's still quiet here. I'm almost smoked to death. These guys can still carry it." He complained to the boy standing in front of him, "sell firewood again, burn it, burn it hard."

The little fellow smiled and replied that the old man drank a cup of tea and saw the man coming in.

"Lord Zhou asked me to come in and carry firewood." The man introduced.

The old man looked at the man.

The man lowered his head and felt nervous.

"Does my uncle like playing chess?" He said with a sudden gritting of his teeth.

Is this a conversation without words? Guys, it's a little funny.

The old man also smiled.

"Can you play chess as a countryman?" He asked, pausing for a moment. "Have you ever heard of pig chess?"

What piece is pig chess?

Guys laugh again. What kind of pig chess is there in the world? The old shopkeeper is teasing the country people.

"Yes." The man raised his head and said seriously, "my daughter-in-law's family will be from Runan."

Really?

The old shopkeeper laughed when the guys were surprised.

"It's good. It's really a way to play there." He said, waving his hand. "Go, go, go to work."

The man walked away.

"Do a good job. This money will reward you for drinking and eating." The old shopkeeper stopped him again, took down the money bag in his waist and threw it away.

The money bag fell at the man's feet. He was obviously frightened and didn't dare to take it. A man picked it up and stuffed it to him.

"It's our shopkeeper's wish. You're welcome. Take it." He said carelessly.

A bag of silver coins is a lot for a firewood man, but it's like fine sand for the old shopkeeper of Deshengchang.

The man thanked him again and again. His simple and honest face couldn't hide his smile, which lasted until he left Deshengchang.

The fellow firewood men looked at the heavy money bag hanging in his waist and were very envious.

He made the most money on this trip, but he couldn't work hard.

The verification at the gate of the city is still very strict, and they don't let go when they leave the city. They check carefully one by one. They don't bring anything else except money. There's no problem with the money. After all, they sell firewood for it.

The guards quickly waved them past.

The man didn't go far with these firewood men. He said he was going to visit a relative and left. Even if he met by chance, everyone didn't think he wanted to leave.

The man walked slowly along the road until dusk fell. He entered a village and went straight into a yard.

Lights were on in the house, and the sound of women weaving came, as quiet and peaceful as all the villagers in all villages.

The man pushed the door into the house. There were more than a dozen people in the small house or in the goods station, and the door was closed.

"Brother, I got it." The man looked at one of the bearded men with a low head and said excitedly, holding up the money bag.

The bearded man raised his head. His face was a little old, but his eyes were young and bright.

"Really?" He asked.

"Yes, Deshengchang preaches that he wants firewood. It's really waiting for you, brother." The man said excitedly, "what you asked me to say is right. It's almost as good as what you said."

That's right. It's not nonsense.

The bearded man's face burst into a smile, reached out and took off his beard, revealing Zhu Zan's face, bright and bright.

"Is it her arrangement?" He asked.

The man shook his head.

"No one was mentioned, and I don't know if Miss Jun arranged it." He whispered.

The smile on Zhu Zan's face darkened, but he nodded again immediately.

"The child is very clever." He said to himself, "but she's still good. If she hadn't been there, the boy would have caught me for money."

Yes, the little rabbit surnamed Fang would definitely do that. He was a ruthless man.

He was silent for a moment. No news was good news. He braced up and stretched out his hand.

The silver in the money bag was poured on the table. Several men held the broken silver in their hands. A moment later, many of the broken silver cracked and turned out to be hollow silver. However, everyone was not angry at being cheated, but looked surprised and pulled out small notes from them.

Through the lights, you can see that the names and directions are written on it.

The notes were placed on the table one by one, dense enough to have more than a dozen.

Zhu Zan stood at the table, stroking the note one by one with his fingers, and then raised his hand.

"Go and get the money." He said, picking up one and going straight out.

The rest of the men, like him, picked up a fish pass and left the house and disappeared into the night.

When it was dawn, there were several cars and horses driving in front of the four gates of Daming mansion.

Seeing the sign of Deshengchang on the car, the guards had no doubt, opened the gate and made fun of it.

"Finally can't bear to be smoked away?" A city guard smiled.

The steward headed by Deshengchang smiled and shook his head.

"I can't carry it." He said, "that's about it."

The city guard shook his head.

"The richer the man is, the more fussy he is." He said.

The steward came forward and handed him a bag of heavy silver. The city guard took it without hesitation.

"However, we still have to check." He said solemnly.

The steward smiled and stepped aside.

"That's natural, sir. We're innocent after you check. It's convenient to travel and do things." He said.

The general waved his hand, and the soldiers waiting came forward with knives and guns. Several cars were opened to reveal the white silver bricks placed in them. Looking at everyone dizzy, he endured dazzle and poked the knives and guns in the silver bricks.

It's so full, not to mention the Tibetans. They can't even fill the flies. The generals waved impatiently, and the soldiers put away their weapons and returned.

"Let's go." Said the general.

The steward smiled, saluted and thanked, and jumped into the carriage.

"Let's go and send the money." He raised his voice.

The general looked at the carriage driving out of the city gate heavily, shook his head and sneered.

"I'm so happy to send money." He said, ignoring it, solemnly and vigilantly patrolling inside and outside the city gate, "we are optimistic about it. Once we find Cheng Guogong's family, there will be no amnesty."