On the official road, there are few people. The sound of mule carts walking far away.

There are people flashing in the woods on both sides of the road from time to time.

Huo Wu and his son drove a mule cart, walking in front, while the tiger and leopard brothers and Niu Qing drove a mule cart behind.

There was nothing wrong on the road, and the father and son started chatting.

"Dad, let's go directly to Dongshan Temple?"

"Well, go over and see if your third uncle comes out!"

"My third uncle becomes a monk, where is the eldest uncle and the second uncle?"

"Your uncle died of illness seven years ago, and your second uncle went to the business with someone..."

"That grandma's only aunt is left in the house?"

Huo Wu shook his head and said, "After your uncle is gone, your aunt took your cousin back to her parents' home. Your cousin is three years older than you, and this year he is a child!"

Huo Bao heard it and felt it was weird.

Still so familiar? This is the business of my uncle's family, not the business of the Zhu Baba family?

The Hu Leopard brothers and Niu Qing drove a mule cart, followed behind Huo Wu and his son, and looked at the woods on both sides of the road, all of whom were worried.

It took only a hundred miles from Jinling to Quyang, but I was really uneasy when I walked last time.

This time it was indeed smooth all the way. There were occasional peeks on both sides of the road, and no one went to Guandao to rob.

The peaceful ones are no longer like Quyang.

Whether it was the boatman's words or the disappearing ferry teahouse, it all showed Jiangbei's uneasiness, but it seemed to calm down suddenly.

"It's not right!" Both father and son had speculation.

When it was getting dark and when I arrived outside Quyang County, I saw that the city gate was not closed. At the door were officers and soldiers wearing iron armor, not white-shirted soldiers wearing men and women.

The officers and soldiers recovered Quyang.

The mule cart was too eye-catching, and the Huo family did not enter the city, but spent the night in the woods outside the county town.

The next day, Huo Wu arranged a few young people to watch the car and took his son to walk into the county town.

In the county town, there are not as prosperous as before, there are not many pedestrians on the road, and there are sparse openings on both sides of the pavement.

Huo Wu and his son went directly to the cloth shop where Huo Er was, with the shop cover and no one was seen. He went to Huo Er's residence, and an iron general kept the door, leaving the whole family missing.

Let’s look at the neighbors, there are not only two households who lock doors and doors like this.

The father and son secretly inquired about it and knew that when the Baishan Army withdrew from Quyang, they took away many people. They just didn't know whether the Huo Er family was taken away or whether they left by themselves.

The Dongshan Temple where the father and son are going to be is northeast of Quyang County, just passing by Nanshan Village.

Whether it is Dongshan or Nanshan, the Black Mang Mountain Mountains at the junction of Quyang and Lingshui on the back.

After half a day of walking on the mule cart, I arrived at Nanshan Village.

It has only been ten days since the beginning of the year, but it seems like a lifetime ago.

Nanshan Village, which originally had only an empty yard, seemed to have been ravaged. There was no good house, and there were broken tiles and ruins everywhere, and there were some signs of burning and smashing.

The yard that Huo Wu’s family burned before was mixed with it, but it was not eye-catching.

"All of them are unethical bastards. If you pry an iron pot, why do you want to burn the house?" Everyone looked at the two dilapidated yards, and Huo Bao said indignantly.

"It could not be the ones who blocked the road last time, did it?" Niu Qing guessed.

"There are only a few of them? Even if you want an iron pot, it's enough to not have two bites in one bite. There is no good place to spend the whole village!" Huo Bao shook his head.

Huo Bao picked up the half-horned iron piece mixed in the soil cultivation and looked at it.

This iron piece is a piece of iron pot, and there is also black and gray on the back.

"What those people want is not iron pots, but iron! Apart from iron pots, the remaining iron tools in each household should not be found." Huo Bao said to everyone.

Everyone went to search for two places. Sure enough, whether it was a hoe, a sickle, or a plough, the only thing that was touched by the iron tools was left was the wooden handle, and the iron tools were gone.

If they are not ordinary refugees entering the village, they are mostly rebels.

Quyang was "recovered". If the Baishan Army retreated to Lingshui, it would be just right after passing Nanshan Village.

Dongshan Temple is right next to Lingshui County. Everyone continued to go north and said that they would meet the Baishan Army.

"The White-Shirted Army does not kill the people, I wonder if we can meet them?" Huo Bao was curious and was eager to try.

Although he had never dealt with the White-Shirt Army, the Maitreya Sect had been preaching in Huainan Road for many years, and everyone had heard of it. There were many believers among the people, and some became monks directly and became monks, and some also started eating long vegetarian food at home.

Compared with those officers and soldiers who slaughtered the people as lambs, these believers who eat vegetarian food and chant Buddha naturally feel close to each other and less prepared.

"If you don't get in the way, you will join the White-Shirt Army? You can't even defend a small county town, and the White-Shirt Army can't be the leader!" Niu Qing said quickly.

Huo Bao quickly shook his head: "I didn't think about placing on them, I just thought they could really occupy Huainan. Who would have thought it would be ineffective!"

It took more than 30 miles from Nanshan Village to Dongshan Temple, but they were all mountain roads. There were two more mountains in the middle. The Huo family and their party rested in Nanshan Village for a night and set off for Dongshan Temple early the next morning.

I set off at dawn and after noon, I arrived at Dongshan Temple.

Dongshan Temple is just a small local temple, not even a mountain gate.

When I saw someone coming, I came out to greet an old monk with white eyebrows and beard.

Tu San was in the temple for seven years and did not formally ordain it, but was just a little novice monk.

I heard that it was Tu San’s relative, and the old monk did not hide it from it, and said directly: “I received a letter three days ago and then went down the mountain.”

As for who came from his letter, and where Tu San went, the old monk couldn't say.

Everyone came here and returned in disappointment. Who knew where Tu San was going on in the huge Huainan Road?

Huo Bao remembered several coincidences. If the founding Taizu in the Red Chamber really did follow Zhu Baba’s setting, he might have gone to his future father-in-law’s army to join his fellow countrymen.

The person who can correspond to the character of Guo Zixing, the Red Turban Army in the late Yuan Dynasty, is that there is a candidate, which is the famous Liu Fangshuai who occupied Bozhou a few days ago.

Bozhou is five hundred miles away from Chuzhou, and the entire territory is controlled by the Baishan Army. It is not easy to go over and find someone smoothly. In addition, it is just a guess without a beginning or end. It is also possible that the previous coincidence is just a coincidence. The three of the divine is the three of the divine, not the reflection of Zhu Baba.

Huo Bao was still struggling, and Huo Wu was already looking around.

Going out from the gate of Dongshan Temple is a north-south road.

The Huo family and his party came from the south and didn't meet Tu San, maybe they were just missing it; another possibility was that Tu San went north and went to Lingshui County.

No matter which side I choose to chase, it’s hard to say whether I can catch up after three days.

Huo Wu frowned and thought for half a quarter of an hour, pointing in one direction: "Enter the mountain!"

Everyone was surprised, and Huo Bao hurriedly said, "Grandpa Fifth, the mountains... there are bandits in the mountains. I heard that there are several villages!"

Even if it is a small village, there are dozens of people. Aren’t these people going into the mountain to deliver vegetables to people?

"I have an old friend from Mangtouzhai. Where can we go?" Huo Wu said casually.

Several teenagers were relieved and got on the mule cart with a little curiosity.

Huo Bao couldn't help but go to see his father. His father seemed to be a very ordinary butcher. There were many "old friends". There were maritime merchants in Jinling in front of him, and there were bandits in front of him.
Chapter completed!