Beijing.

The backyard of Zhongyonghou Mansion.

Ma Laoshan finally woke up. He was so tired that he fell into sleep before he could see clearly the layout of the room when he entered the room.

By the time he woke up, it was already early morning the next day.

"This...this ground is warm!"

Ma Laoshan felt the temperature in the room. He couldn't help but rub his eyes and pinched his thigh hard...

Even if the feeling of pain entered his mind, he still couldn't believe it.

Is he really not dreaming?

Until, there was a knock on the door outside.

"Here we come." Ma Laoshan shouted loudly.

He put on his coat and shoes and walked to the door.

This wooden door is painted and looks like a door only found in wealthy families.

He grabbed the door handle and carefully opened the door from the inside.

A gust of cold wind rushed into the room from outside, which made his nose itchy and wanted to sneeze, but when he saw the person standing at the door, he held back.

"Sir, come in." Ma Laoshan sniffed and smiled cautiously in a low voice.

Over the years, the time spent searching for children has already worn away the vigor he had when he was a hunter in his early years. He knows what a noble person is, and anyone can send him to the underworld with just a word.

He is just a poor person at the lowest level, his life is like grass and grass, and he is not as good as a dog in troubled times.

Standing at the door is Wang Sa.

When he saw Ma Laoshan being cautious and hunching his neck, he frowned and felt a little dissatisfied.

But he didn't mean to blame Ma Laoshan.

This kind of numbness is the norm for the people of Daqi. This is not their fault, but the fault of those in power and the fault of the world.

Wang Sa stepped in.

After closing the door, Wang Sa found a stool and sat down, while Ma Laoshan stood aside cautiously.

"Ma Laoshan, sit down and talk." Wang Sa said.

At this time, it is useless to be too polite.

Ma Laoshan still sat down cautiously.

"How did you sleep last night?" Wang Sa asked.

"It's good, this room is warm and tight, and my legs have improved a lot." Ma Laoshan said.

His old cold legs were already frozen, but the room was as warm as spring. One night, his legs felt much better.

"Don't worry about your body. I've already called the doctor to take a look at you." Wang Sa said.

"But, I have no money..." Ma Laoshan was taken aback and waved his hands hurriedly.

"You don't have to pay this money, someone will pay it for you." Wang Sa said.

"Then what do you want me to do? I can't help Xiaoliuzi..." Ma Laoshan said anxiously.

Over the years, he no longer believed that pie would fall from the sky, let alone the kindness of noble people.

A noble person will give him a bite to eat based on who is useful to him. If he is of no use, he will immediately kick him out.

"I have nothing else to do for now, I just want to ask you something." Wang Sa said.

"What's the matter? Just ask, sir. As long as I know, I will tell you."

"Recently, the imperial court distributed a sum of grain and a batch of charcoal to the people near the capital. Have you received it?" Wang Sa asked.

"Wood... charcoal? Food?" Ma Laoshan looked confused.

"I see."

There is no need for Ma Laoshan to continue talking. It can be seen from his expression that he did not obtain food or charcoal.

"Has anyone in your village gotten it?" Wang Sa asked.

"How is that possible? The government only collects grain and taxes, and I have never heard of it distributing grain." Ma Laoshan's eyes widened and he couldn't believe it.

After all these years, except for the government and some good people who would give out porridge during times of famine, he had never seen or heard of the government taking the initiative to distribute food and charcoal.

Changping Village, inside the old house.

"Nephew, what do you mean? What do you mean you're missing?" Yang Huamei, who had just been pushed back to the bed, suddenly sat up straight, stretched her neck and looked at Da'an nervously.

Da'an took a breath, compiled his words and said: "We went to Lao Wang's house, and Hongmei and Xiaohei were at home. Did Xiaohei ask questions and didn't know, or Hongmei told us that Uncle Shuanzi had been here all day?

She didn't come back. She cooked the lunch at noon. She asked Xiao Hei to deliver the meal to his uncle in the school, but Xiao Hei was not willing to go. "

"Hongmei then went to the home of Xiaohei's grandfather Wang Hongtao and told him about the situation. Hong Taobo took the food and delivered it to the school on the mountain. When he came back, he said that there was no one in the school and asked if there was a mistake!"

"Not in the school? Where did they go?" Yang Huazhong asked.

Da'an shook his head, "There is no one at home, and there is no school either. Hongmei and Xiaohei can't find out anything. My third brother and I went to Uncle Hong Tao's house before."

"Uncle Hong Tao was surprised to hear that Uncle Shuanzi didn't come home even after dark. After he came back from school in the afternoon, he guessed that Uncle Shuanzi had either come to our old Yang's house or to Wang Cuihua and Wang Chunhua's house."

"I heard that Uncle Hong Taobao hadn't come back at night and asked us to come back and talk to dad about the situation. But he took his two sons and went out to look for them again. He said he was going to Wang Chunhua and Wang Cuihua's house to look for them. He asked us to go there again.

Go to the school and look for it!"

"Why is this happening? Where did the bolt go? It's such a cold day..."

Yang Huamei suddenly couldn't sit still and struggled to stand up. Before she could stand still, her vision went dark and she fell back down.

This frightened Mrs. Tan.

"Meier, don't worry. He has probably gone to his two sisters' house. Don't worry about him!"

Mrs. Tan was crying and shouting while patting Yang Huamei's face. Yang Ruoqing brought hot tea on the table. Everyone reluctantly poured the hot tea into Yang Huamei's mouth, and Yang Huamei finally regained consciousness.

She held Mrs. Tan's hand and burst into tears: "Mother, Shuanzi, Shuanzi..."

Mrs. Tan turned to Yang Huazhong and stamped her feet and shouted: "What are you all doing here? Why don't you go find her quickly? Are you going to watch your girl die of panic?"

Yang Huazhong and the others were worried about Yang Huamei. Seeing her waking up, Yang Huazhong quickly said: "We brothers will go to the school to look for her right now. You stay with Mei'er."

"Dad, I'm going too."

Daan followed.

Yang Huazhong hesitated.

Yang Ruoqing hurried over: "Have you forgotten that you were seriously ill a few years ago? Don't go up the mountain at night."

He is still wearing an amulet on his body. If he doesn't go to the capital for three months, he can't sit back and relax completely. How can he run to the mountains at night like this?

Where is the mountain?

In the vicissitudes of time, I don’t know how many people are buried under the ground. In some places, the yin energy is so strong that even men like Yang Huazhong and others who are full of yang energy cannot go up the mountain alone at night, let alone a scholar like you?

"Listen to your sister, just stay at home and we will go." Yang Huazhong said.

Yang Huazhou also patted Daan on the shoulder, "Even though you are younger than us, our feet are faster than yours."

Da'an was ashamed.

Is this the legendary 'a scholar who is useless?'
Chapter completed!