Within one day, Jiang Xianjun's return basically spread throughout Changping Village. From the old man and the old lady in her seventies to the children who had just learned to walk and speak, everyone knew that the murderer's son had returned to the village.

After Yang Ruoqing had breakfast and saw Luo Fengtang go to the Yutang to deliver dinner to Luo Blacksmith, she walked to her parents' home.

When he returned to deliver the meal, he came to pick him up and the couple went home together.

As soon as I entered the main hall, I saw Lao Yangtou and Yang Huazhong sitting at the table, and the eyes of the father and son fell on Sun's hands.

Sun was holding a basket in his hand and putting eggs and five or six kilograms of millet in a cloth bag into the basket.

"Mom, where are you going to deliver things?" Yang Ruoqing looked surprised.

If you go to visit relatives and friends, it should be what you should do during the day and during the day. Who would go out when it was almost dark?

Before Sun's answer, Yang Huazhong explained: "Jiang Xianjun is back today and lives with your old master Jiang. What do you mean by your old master and I? I want to give you old master Jiang some rice and eggs, after all, I have a mouth full of food and drink."

So that's the case. Yang Ruoqing nodded, found a stool to sit down, but did not stop them from their enthusiastic actions.

As for herself, she definitely won't give anything.

What can I give? First, my mother was sent in.

In the death of Jiang Er, Yang Huazhong and Lao Jiangtou were both a little shaken. She was determined not to shelter the murderer and unswervingly sent Jiang's mother to prison for punishment by the criminal law, asking for an explanation for Jiang Er's innocent life!

"Mom, you go back later and let Tang Yazi accompany you." Yang Ruoqing said again.

With so many eggs and five or six kilograms of rice, a woman from Sun's family struggled to carry it.

And there is still a long way to go from here to the old house of Lao Jiang.

Sun smiled gently, "It's not dark yet, I'm walking alone. The basket looks heavy, but it's actually okay."

Yang Ruoqing couldn't persuade Sun, so she had to go with her.

In the main hall, Old Yang asked Yang Huazhong and Yang Ruoqing: "When will that woman Jiang Er beheaded until she is locked up? Don't they say that after Autumn ask? It's about September Double Ninth Festival, it's time to behead her head!"

Yang Ruoqing's mouth twitched when she heard it.

If the word "behead" is used to plant crops or something, the old man's tone is really not inconsistent at all.

Yang Huazhong was also speechless, "Dad, how do I know? This depends on the arrangement of the county magistrate."

Old Yang's head fell on Yang Ruoqing again.

Yang Ruoqing said: "Realistically, it should be the death of the autumn. However, because our area has suffered severe floods this year, and the court is counting and verifying the disaster situation below to allocate relief. Therefore, the county magistrate should be busy with these matters and put the beheading aside first."

Seeing that Old Yang was a little disappointed, Yang Ruoqing added: "The person is locked in a prison and cannot escape, so there is no hurry."

The disappointment on Lao Yang's face eased a little, and he nodded and said, "That's right, no matter how hard she can't escape death, let her suffer some pain before she dies!"

Yang Ruoqing was secretly shocked. This old man was so cruel. If he was asked to be the county magistrate, no one would be more agile than him!

"Dad, you speak a little ruthlessly, I feel frightened when I hear it." Yang Huazhong is an honest man. He raised his hand to wipe the cold sweat from his forehead and whispered.

Old Yang disagreed with this and said, "This is nothing. For women who murder their husbands, they should be cut into pieces. Otherwise, how can they warn the women in the village?"

"She didn't mean it, she was a mistake..." Yang Huazhong explained weakly.

Old Yang was already blowing his beard and glaring at his eyes: "If you missed, you can be forgiven? Then I accidentally pushed your mother into the pond and drowned. Other mother-in-law accidentally stabbed her daughter-in-law to death with scissors, and she could be forgiven and forgiven?"

Yang Huazhong was immediately refuted and speechless.

...

Qi Shanguan.

Luo Xingchen found Shi Maode in a barracks.

At this time, Shi Maode had not taken off his armor and had sweat on his head and face, but when he heard Luo Xingchen look for him, he ran straight to him without saying a word.

"Sir Luo, you are the admiral of the navy and a descendant of General Luo. Can a family believe you?" Shi Maode said as soon as he met.

"Whether you believe it depends on what you think. However, if you don't believe me, how can you ask that?" Luo Xingchen stared at Shi Maode's eyes and said.

"It's right. In fact, a certain family already believes in Lord Luo. In this army, a certain family can only believe in Lord Luo and has no other choice." Shi Maode sighed.

"Why is this? How can so many good men in the army not find someone they trust? Even if others are not trustworthy, isn't Marshal Yue not trustworthy?"

"A certain family has a low position and a young job. If they can't see Marshal Yue, even if they see him, he will definitely not believe what a certain family said." Shi Maode's eyes drooped.

"This is also reasonable..."

Luo Xingchen continued: "Is it safe to speak here?"

"The soldiers in this small barracks are all confidants of a certain family. They are patrolling outside. If there is any disturbance, they will come to report it."

Shi Maode said this, his tone paused, and then said, "This matter starts half a year ago."

"Half a year ago, a certain family focused on the Wei family in Funing County. Lord Luo was there that day. I know what the family was preparing for, so I won't go into details."

"During the preparation process, a family asked a blacksmith to build armor and found a blacksmith with excellent skills, but accidentally discovered that he was creating a strange tool..."

"What equipment?" Luo Xingchen asked.

"The instruments are strange in shape, and the parts are thrown everywhere, and I can't tell what it is."

"I didn't see it at that time, but later a certain family suddenly understood that the instrument was a special flying claw."

Shi Maodedao.

"Is flying claws very strange? Not to mention the army, even in the world, this thing is not strange."

Luo Xingchen Road.

"Average flying claws are not unusual, but that kind of flying claws is not ordinary. They can climb a wall of forty meters high."

"That kind of flying claw is a secret in the army, and there is no outside." Shi Maode said.

"Maybe he was built for the legion?" Luo Xingchen raised his eyebrows.

"Impossible. The army's military supplies are built by dedicated personnel. Many weapons are transported from the capital. The Thunder Legion does not have the power to build weapons, nor does it have the corresponding manpower and raw materials."

"What do you do to make a blacksmith specially build military flying claws? It's meaningless." Shi Maode shook his head.

"What is the mystery?" Luo Xingchen said.

"This is not built for the Thunder Legion, but for some people." Shi Maode directly expressed his opinion.

"Some people?"

"I have investigated the person who can't tell the name for a long time, but I haven't found out who it is, but a certain family knows that these people must be in the legion." Shi Maode said.
Chapter completed!