"Several villagers who blocked the road not only confiscated Jiang Xiucai's ox cart, but also beat Jiang Xiucai. Jiang Xiucai was carried back to Jiangjiapo by his cousin. His father Jiang Li felt something was wrong when he heard about this. He immediately summoned the villagers to discuss countermeasures. Everyone unanimously decided to send the peddler to the mountains and leave him enough dry food and water. Others were left to fate. Although this was not authentic and even a little ruthless, whether it was leprosy or the surrounding villages came to him after they knew it, it would probably cause trouble to the whole village."

"However, before the villagers of Jiangjiapo had time to send the peddler away, a large number of villagers in Changping Village flocked into Jiangjiapo."

"It was night, and these people covered their faces and held the torch in the village. They looked like bandits, even more cruel than bandits. They caught a hundred people from Jiangjiapo, tied up the hands and feet of Jiangjiapo people in the main hall of Jianglizheng's family. They snatched the food, poultry and livestock from the villagers of Jiangjiapo... "

"They accused the Jiangjiapo people of suffering from leprosy. They burned the yard of Jianglizheng's family on the grounds of the safety of the villagers in Shiliba Village. The villagers of Jiangjiapo wanted to escape, so they used hoes, shovels, hammers to smash their heads, and their heads were bleeding, and even women and children were not spared. At this time, no one in the Jiangjiapo villagers had symptoms of leprosy..."

Luo Fengtang and Liu Xueyun both sighed heavily.

That Risong hit the wall with a punch. With a bang, a hole was smashed into the wall and a piece of dust fell on his head.

Luo Fengtang quickly raised his hand to cover Yang Ruoqing's head.

"Brother that day, please control your anger. The cellar has been smashed by you, and we all have to be buried inside." Liu Xueyun reminded in a deep voice.

That Risong was breathing, "I was so angry. How could this be the reason? This is a village slaughter!"

Moreover, those who do these things are not robbers or bandits, but villagers in Changping Village.

In the cognition of Risong, the villagers in Changping Village should be simple and honest people like Yang Huazhong Changgenda Niu.

It was really hard for him to imagine that those villagers who looked simple and honest in the day would do such cruel things at night.

"To be honest, I couldn't believe it when I saw this section." Yang Ruoqing raised her head, looked at the angry Risong, and said slowly.

It can be isolated or closed down villages, but you can't burn all the people under the guise.

Among these people, perhaps some people who have a lot of contact with the peddler have a latent virus, but other people in the village who have not contacted the peddler are safe.

In this way, the whole village was burned without saying anything. It was too arbitrary and bloody. The animals knew how to save each other, but some people lost their human nature in the face of disaster.

"How did the three of Jiang Xiucai's family become a fish that missed the net?" Luo Fengtang asked.

Yang Ruoqing said: "Jiang Xiucai's father, that is, Jiang Jiapo, has some selfish intentions. When the yard was burning, he took advantage of the chaos to hide his son, daughter-in-law and grandson who had just been full month old in this cellar, and told them not to come out no matter what happened on it."

"It can be said to be a secret room of the Jiang family. Jiang Xiucai was injured at that time and had his legs broken. He hid in the cellar for two months."

"During this period, Jiang Xiucai's wife, the child mother in the bed, had sneaked out of the cellar to inquire about the situation and found that Jiang Jiapo had long been razed to the ground."

"The more Jiang Xiucai thought about it, the more unwilling he was. He wanted to go to the county government to sue the complaint and seek justice for the villagers of Jiangjiapo who died in vain. As soon as their son was sick, Jiang Xiucai couldn't leave, so he thought about writing down the situation here, intending to wait for an opportunity to meet a passing peddler and send the letter to his classmate Zhang, so that his classmate Zhang could help him get justice."

Luo Fengtang glanced at the letter paper in Yang Ruoqing's hand: "Obviously, he still couldn't deliver this letter after all. What about him? Where did he go?"

That Risong and Liu Xueyun both raised their ears, which was also their most concerned thing.

Yang Ruoqing said: "The child was seriously ill, so he dared not go to hire a doctor, for fear that he would be recognized as Jiangjiapo. So he went up the mountain alone on a dark and windy night to dig herbs for the child. From then on, he never came back..."

"Is this... dead in the mountains or running?" Risong was stunned.

Luo Fengtang frowned: "If you are determined to run away, you don't have to wait that long. There must be an accident in the mountains."

Liu Xueyun also clenched his fists, "Although I have never met you, I feel that Xiucai Jiang is not the kind of person who abandons his wife."

Yang Ruoqing nodded slightly, "Well, I feel so too. His wife hid in the cellar with her children in a panic all day long. If she couldn't wait for him, the child would be gone soon, and the wife would be desperate, and the family would be gone."

Some died unjustly, some died in tragic times, and some died miserably while waiting.

This is just Jiang Xiucai's family, a family that died tragically like this, Jiangjiapo still has more than a dozen or twenty families, and hundreds of lively lives...

After decades, for future generations, this is just a sum of a set of numbers, but in the situation at that time, it is the breaking of families, burned and beaten to death, which is comparable to hell.

And the one who created this hell himself was actually some villagers in Changping Village.

"Which god is so cruel? I didn't lie in front of Qing'er and Tang Yazi. My favorability towards you Changping Village's villagers dropped to zero in an instant. Unfortunately, decades have passed, and I really want to kill those beasts without letting you do it!" Risong was so angry that his face turned red and he gritted his teeth.

Luo Fengtang frowned and said, "My anger is no less than you."

Liu Xueyun thought for a while and asked Yang Ruoqing: "Can Xiucai Jiang focus on the names of the butchers in the letter?"

Yang Ruoqing glanced at Liu Xueyun, "You guessed it right, Jiang Xiucai wrote down all the names of those leaders. If those leaders hadn't deliberately used other villagers' panic about leprosy to incite emotions and create chaos, Jiang Jiapo's incident would not have been resolved in such an extreme and cruel way."

"Since you have written a name? Jiang Xiucai is so clever. I thought most of the scholars were nerds. Hurry up, let me see which ones they are." Risong reached out to take the letter paper and took it in front of him and took a closer look.

"But these are circled in red letters?" he asked again.

Yang Ruoqing said: "Well, the red letter is blood."

That Risong was stunned for a moment, and his face became more and more serious.

Luo Fengtang and Liu Xueyun also looked at the names on the letter paper with a solemn expression. The names were just code names. Behind each code were ferocious and cruel faces, and each code was a high butcher knife...
Chapter completed!