Within a day, the news of Jiang Xianjun's return spread throughout Changping Village. From the old man and woman in their seventies to the children who were just learning to walk and talk, everyone knew that the murderer's son had returned to the village.

No, after Yang Ruoqing had supper, she saw Luo Fengtang going to the fish pond to deliver supper to blacksmith Luo, so she walked over to her parents' house to hang out.

Go back and wait for him to come back after delivering the meal, then come and pick him up, and the couple will go home together.

As soon as they entered the main room, they saw old Yangtou and Yang Huazhong sitting on either side of the table. Both father and son's eyes fell on Mrs. Sun's hand.

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

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

If you are going to visit relatives and friends, that should be something you should do during the day and early morning. Who would go out when it is almost dark?

Without waiting for Sun's answer, Yang Huazhong explained: "Jiang Xianjun came back today and stayed at your old Jiang master's place. What your master and I wanted to do was to give you some rice and eggs. After all, we added some rice and eggs to you."

Eat and drink with one mouth.”

It turned out that this was what happened. Yang Ruoqing nodded, found a stool and sat down, without stopping their enthusiastic actions.

As for herself, she will definitely not give anything as a gift.

What can I give as a gift? First, Jun Niang, she gave it to me with her own hands.

In the case of Jiang Er's death, both Yang Huazhong and Lao Jiangtou were a little shaken. It was she who was determined not to cover up the murderer and unswervingly sent Jiang's mother to prison to accept punishment under the criminal law, in order to save Jiang Er's innocent life.

Life demands an explanation!

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

With so many eggs and five or six kilograms of rice, it was difficult for Sun, a woman, to carry them.

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

Mrs. Sun smiled softly, "It's not dark yet, so I'm walking alone. This basket looks heavy, but it's actually not bad."

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

In the hall, Old Yang asked Yang Huazhong and Yang Ruoqing: "When will Jiang Er be imprisoned until her head will be beheaded? Don't they always say that the Queen of Autumn will be beheaded? It will be the Double Ninth Festival soon, so it's time to behead her.

It’s over!”

Yang Ruoqing's mouth twitched as she heard this.

If the word "beheading" were replaced by "planting crops" or something like that, the old man's family-like tone would not be inappropriate at all.

Yang Huazhong also felt uncomfortable hearing this, "Father, how did I know? This matter depends on the arrangement of the county magistrate."

Old Yangtou cast his inquiring gaze on Yang Ruoqing again.

Yang Ruoqing said: "Normally it should be Qiuhouwenzhan, but because our area has suffered serious floods this year, and the court is counting and checking the damage situation in order to allocate relief, so the county magistrate should be working on these things right now.

I'm busy, so I'll put the beheading aside for now."

Seeing that Old Yang was a little disappointed, Yang Ruoqing added: "I am locked in a prison and can't escape, so I am not in a hurry."

The disappointment on Lao Yangtou's face softened a little, and he nodded and said: "That's right, she can't escape death anyway, so let her suffer a little more and suffer a little more before she dies!"

Yang Ruoqing was secretly shocked. This old man was very cruel. If he were asked to be the county magistrate, no one would be as sharp as him!

"Dad, you are a bit cruel when you speak. 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 Yangtou disagreed with this and said: "This is nothing. A woman who murders her husband should be cut into pieces. Otherwise, how can I give a warning to the women in the village?"

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

Old Yangtou was blowing his beard and staring: "Can I be forgiven if I make a mistake? Then if I accidentally push your mother into the pond and drown her, or someone else's mother-in-law accidentally stabbed her daughter-in-law to death with a pair of scissors, can I be forgiven and forgiven?"

"

Yang Huazhong was immediately refuted and was speechless.

…

Inside Qishan Pass.

Luo Xingchen found Shi Maode in a barracks.

At this time, Shi Maode had not yet taken off his armor, and his head and face were covered with sweat, but when he heard Luo Xingchen looking for him, he ran over without saying a word.

"Lord Luo, you are the admiral of the Navy and a descendant of General Luo. Can a certain family trust you?" Shi Maode said as soon as they met.

"Whether you believe it or not depends on what you think. However, if you don't believe me, how can you ask such a question?" Luo Xingchen stared into Shi Maode's eyes and said.

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

"Why is this? There are so many good men in the army, why can't you find someone you can trust? Even if others are not trustworthy, shouldn't Marshal Yue be trustworthy?"

"If someone from a certain family has a low-level position and cannot see Marshal Yue, even if he does, he will definitely not believe what he says." Shi Maode said with drooping eyes.

"This makes sense..."

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

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

When Shi Maode said this, he paused and continued: "This matter started half a year ago."

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

"During the preparation process, a certain family looked for a blacksmith to make armor, and found a very skilled blacksmith, but accidentally discovered that he was making a strange instrument..."

"What equipment?" Luo Xingchen asked.

"The appliances are strangely shaped and the parts are scattered everywhere. I can't tell what they are."

"I didn't see it at the time, but later someone suddenly realized that the instrument was a special kind of flying claw."

Shi Maode said.

"Is the flying claw very rare? Not to mention the military, even in the world, this thing is not rare."

Luo Xingchen said.

"Ordinary flying claws are not unusual, but that kind of flying claw is extraordinary. It can climb a forty-meter-high wall."

"That kind of flying claw is a secret in the military. It doesn't exist outside." Shi Maode said.

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

"Impossible. The military supplies of the legion are all made 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."

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

"What's the mystery in it?" Luo Xingchen asked.

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

"some people?"
Chapter completed!