The horses in the Lan Shilang Mansion were naturally good horses, and their hooves were constantly stopped in the morning and evening. On the morning of the day, the carriage entered Yiping County.

The coachman chatted with Zhang Ping: "Is this county ruled by the adults? The people are prosperous and the fields are fat, and the adults are well managed!"

Zhang Ping said: "We dare not take this credit when we take office. This is the political achievement of the magistrate."

The coachman knew that Zhang Ping was just a county magistrate. Lan Jue had also promoted several officials in the past two years, but he had never had such a small official under his slap, and the coachman was also interested in it. However, the previous journey cannot be seen through. Lan Jue's emphasis on Zhang Ping even higher than Wu Shixin, who was a disciple, must have a reason.

The coachman laughed and said, "What is the matter in charge of the administrative department in the county? Taxation, water conservancy, and farming?"

Zhang Ping said: "Now the county annals are being compiled."

The coachman said, "Oh...haha, the Lord Liu, who was in the same subject as my master, also compiled local chronicles when he was an official. Now his official position is half a rank higher than the master, which shows that it is a prosperous job." With a whip, the speed of the carriage was a little faster.

Zhang Ping rolled up the curtains and watched the way, and suddenly said, "Can you stop here?"

The coachman Fang pulled the reins and strangled the two horses. Zhang Ping got off the car and bowed: "Thank you, my father-in-law, just send me here."

The coachman was surprised: "Mr. Zhang, there should be dozens of miles away from the county town. There is no village in front or store behind. How can I get there if I leave here? The master ordered the old man to send the adult back to the county, so how can I leave if I can't take the place?"

Zhang Ping said: "There are some things nearby, and it's just right here." He took out a handful of money from his sleeve and thanked the coachman, "The tired father-in-law will send him off."

The coachman looked around, the wilderness, old trees, rolling graves, and the wind was whizzing, and it felt gloomy in broad daylight. What business can be done here?

The coachman was in a dilemma. Zhang Ping had already stepped into the roadside with grass and walked straight towards the graves in the distance. The old turtle squatted on the twisted dead branches, crying mutely one after another.

Jade Emperor, Yuanshi Tianzun, don’t worry about other people’s affairs, don’t ask about other people’s affairs...

The coachman jumped into the carriage, turned his horse's head, and stopped looking at it, heading straight toward the capital.

Zhang Ping opened the yellow wormwood and walked into the chaotic grave.

Many graves were almost flat, buried among the weeds, and only the bulge could be vaguely identified.

There are no monuments of these tombs. On that day, Tian Nengzeng said that the corpses during the plague were burned and landfilled by the government. There were countless fills in a pit, but they could not control whether they were Gujiazhuang, Lijiazhuang or Wangjiazhuang, and they could not distinguish their identity. The mounds were piled up by the survivors, just to express their condolences. The worship was also burning paper and pouring pulp outside the grave circle.

This area was originally a graveyard of a certain village, but after that chaos, the ancestors could not distinguish the tombs of their ancestors.

Zhang Ping walked on the grave for a long time and slowly walked towards Gujiazhuang.

Lan Jue said that after Gu Qingzhang's death, Liu Zhihui took over the funeral. Later, Gu Qingzhang's family came to pick up his coffin and transported it home for funeral.

Zhang Ping asked Lan Jue if he had met Gu Qingzhang's family.

Lan Jue said that when Gu Qingzhang's family transported the coffin away, he saw only a few men from afar. Judging from his age, it should be Gu Qingzhang's elder brother or uncle, nothing unusual.

Zhang Ping asked again, wearing a long robe and a short robe. Lan Jue replied, "Everyone is wearing a long robe." Gu Qingzhang's talent and knowledge were impossible to have been influenced by him since childhood. It is not surprising that his relatives are so. Moreover, although Gu Qingzhang has many contacts with the students of Kuhan and Han, and his clothes are not luxurious, he can never worry about his livelihood and money.

When the same class first met, they would report their hometown origins. They said it was too rigid at first, and they often joked about it. Lan Jue often said to people: "I came from my county." Gu Qingzhang followed him, "I came from my village."

But he doesn't even look at scales when buying vegetables. He likes to eat tofu and bean sprouts. When beans are both pods and shells, he doesn't recognize them. Sometimes people often talk about him: "The family must be rich. There are hundreds of acres of good fields. In spring, eight green oxen and eight horses are plowed, and beans are sprouted. In autumn, the beans are towering and the branches are full of dried beans. When they are tender, they are as white as jade, and the old and mature sauce is rich in color."

Zhang Ping checked the money and salary records, official grain taxes, and Gujiazhuang paid on time in the county over the years, and the number was often higher than that of other villages. However, he had never found the records of Dingfu.

Zhang Ping walked into the rocky wall, leaned over and stroked the stone platform carved with branches and leaves again.

That day he asked Tian Neng where the cemetery where the ancestors were buried in Gujiazhuang was buried?

Tian Neng looked strange after hearing this, and then said after a moment: "This is one of the strange things in Gujiazhuang. No one knows where the grave of their village is. No one has ever seen them hold funerals and marriages, and even the big-bellied woman in their village have never seen them. The children in his village are like suddenly appearing. Suddenly there was no one, and they don't know how to collect them. There are many rumors, some say that they are not buried, and after death, they are cremated, and the ashes are scattered in the ground. There are also mysterious sayings that the people in Gujiazhuang will not really die, but have disappeared."

"The Lord and Gu Qingzhang have a close relationship. Why is he not by his side when he died of illness?"

When he asked this the day before yesterday, Lan Jue's eyes swept sharply, and after a moment, he closed his eyes and leaned on the back of the chair.

"Later, I was a little alienated from him. He lived with Liu Zhihui. I rented him to another residence for some things. I often didn't meet him for many days. When he was first ill, I went to see him once. Later, I never went again."

He raised his eyes again and glanced at Zhang Screen.

"Do you still ask, when I saw him, how was he in his condition, and why didn't I go again?"

Without waiting for Zhang Ping to respond, he sighed. Zhang Ping had never seen Lan Jue with such a look.

"I intentionally refused to go." Lan Jue's tone was very plain. "When I saw him, I knew that he would not be cured. I had seen dead people in the headquarters. When my parents died, I was there. I could see those who could cure well and those who could not be cured."

Do Gu Qingzhang and Liu Zhihui want adults to visit again?

Looking at Lan Jue, Zhang Ping couldn't ask this sentence.

"Ghosts and ghosts are all illusory. When a person lives, they are there, and when they die, they are completely gone. Where is the corpse and where is buried, there is nothing left in this person. Why do I see how he looks when he dies?"

The dead grass shivered in the wind, and the weeds suddenly heard rustling sounds.

Zhang Ping let go of his hand pressing on the stone platform and stood up straight, and two black shadows suddenly flashed out of the grass shadow.

"What are you doing here?"

Zhang Ping immediately saluted: "The official is here to pay homage to Lord Deng."

Deng Xu frowned and looked cold. The person behind him smiled slightly at Zhang Ping, like the spring breeze in March, it was Liu Tongyi.

Deng Xu waved his hand and asked Zhang Ping to get up, and said, "You have not told this temple yet, why are you here?"

Zhang Ping said: "Come and take a walk."

Deng Xu raised an eyebrow and said, "Oh? Where did you come from? County or Beijing?"

Zhang Ping competed at the distant grave: "Xiaguan just walked over there."

Liu Tongyi coughed lightly.

Deng Xu still raised his eyebrows, looked at him for a moment, and then said, "Have you eaten?"

Zhang Ping said: "Not yet."

Deng Xu nodded: "Come here."

There was an open space next to the big stone platform. Deng Xu kicked away a few pieces of earth and rubble, shook a piece of cloth, untied the skin on his waist, and took out a few paper bags. There were two pieces of beef and a few sesame cakes inside. Liu Tongyi took off the bag on his shoulder and took out two paper bags, but it was a braised chicken and two big cakes, and took out a water bag.

Deng Xu sat on a stone beam, and Liu Tong leaned towards Zhang Ping and said, "Brother Zhang, please."

Zhang Ping also moved a broken brick and sat down.

Liu Tongyi took out a knife and cut the braised chicken. Zhang Ping helped him press the position of his wings. The chicken wings were connected to a large piece of chicken and fell off the chicken body and fell on Zhang Ping to control it. Zhang Ping felt Deng Xu's burning gaze swept on him.

Zhang Ping said: "Sir, please."

Deng Xu said, "You are kind." He leaned towards Liu Tong, "Legs."

Liu Tongyi cut off the chicken leg, Deng Xu took it and chewed it. Zhang Ping had just started gnawing the chicken wings. Deng Xu took out a flat bottle from his arms, pulled out the cap, took a bite, and glanced at Zhang Ping again.

"How is Lao Tao recently?"

Zhang Ping said: "The official has not communicated with his mentor for a long time, and he does not know the current situation."

Deng Xu sneered and wiped his mouth: "Okay, don't cover up in front of this temple. What case are you investigating?"

Zhang Ping didn't say anything.

Deng Xu said: "This temple is also investigating a case. What is it, and I can't tell you. But if you found something, you can tell us. If it helps the matters investigated by this temple, you will also have a contribution."

Zhang Ping said: "I don't know what the lord wants to hear."

Deng Xu said, "I am really a good student of Lao Tao. He is very wise and stupid. You and I are all sitting here. What do you think I want to hear?"

Zhang Ping said: "Xiaoguan was just curious when compiling the county annals and wanted to know the old story of Gujiazhuang."
Chapter completed!