"Sir, we are here." Zhao Wu shouted in a low voice outside the carriage.

Zhang Mu pushed open the car window and looked outside. All he saw was a small inconspicuous storefront.

According to the information provided to him by Wang Houzi, Wang Mao lives here now.

The storefront is not big, the wooden boards outside look mottled, and there are shallow moss on the steps below.

A plaque was hung on the front door, but the black paint had peeled off, and the gold-plated inscription was covered with dust, with four big words: "Wang Ji Grocery".

If you don’t know the inside story, you just think this is just an ordinary grocery store. Under the pergola made of bamboo poles and straw mats, there are some pretty fresh vegetables placed on it.

On the other side of the door, there are several large water tanks covered with scratches, with the word "wine" on them.

People around here often come here to buy some daily necessities, needles, thread and pepper.

Generally, when the weather is better in the summer evening and the sunset is red, neighbors will gather here on the stone trough at the door to watch the people nearby play chess and have fun.

Either three or five, shaking palm-leaf fans, holding teapots, sitting together, telling some interesting stories and passing the time.

No matter how you look at it, this is an ordinary grocery store that is not as ordinary as it is, inconspicuous.

However, Zhang Mu knew that the owner here was not a simple person.

What Dr. Bai said to him is vivid in my mind.

Although he had never experienced that bloody storm in person, Zhang Mu could still smell the bloody storm of the past from the lines of Dr. Bai.

Wang Mao was just a pawn of the interest group at that time, and the master behind him should have been killed by Hu Weiyong.

As the last prime minister in ancient Chinese history, Hu Weiyong's case is indeed very strange.

Countless historians in later generations analyzed that Zhu Yuanzhang used the Hu Weiyong case to clean up his merits, and the second was to abolish the prime minister system and elevate the monarchy to the peak of the feudal dynasty.

Therefore, historians have speculated that the Hu Weiyong case should be a false and wrong case, but Zhu Yuanzhang insisted on killing Hu Weiyong, so he framed Hu Weiyong for rebellion and used such dirty and despicable means to kill Hu Weiyong.

Fortunately, Zhang Mu happened to be born in this era. Hu Weiyong was killed in the 20th year of Hongwu, but the Hu Weiyong rebellion case is still fermenting.

This year is the 23rd year of Hongwu. It is still time to know the whole story of this case. Zhang Mu is indeed very interested in this case.

If what Dr. Bai said was true, then, at least from now on, Hu Weiyong did act rebellious. It is unknown whether Hu Weiyong was hiding a killer behind the wall, as recorded in Ming Dynasty, as recorded in history.

Before Zhang Mu could find out what official position Zhou Rui, who was named Wang Mao, had before he lived in seclusion, but now that he had found him, he naturally had to meet this person first.

At that moment, Zhang Mu lifted the curtain and got out of the car. Zhao Wu wanted to follow Zhang Mu. Zhang Mu said, "You are waiting here. I'll go in."

After saying that, he took the butter paper umbrella from his hand and then took a step away.

As soon as he arrived at the door of the grocery store, Zhang Mu smelled a faint smell of wine and stepped in. The grocery store was dim and there was not much space inside. Behind the counter, there were several shelves filled with various goods needed by the people in daily life.

There are a wide range of oil, salt, sauce and vinegar.

There are several huge rice noodle jars in the center, with wooden boards inserted on them and the price is written on them.

There is a seasoning fragrance unique to the grocery store.

On the counter was a black abacus full of oil stains, a book made of grass paper, an oil lamp, and a filthy rag.

Behind the counter, a man who looked fifty years old was lying on a bamboo rocking chair behind the counter, snoring like thunder.

His sideburns and beard were already gray and his hair was very sparse. He used a bamboo chopstick as a hairpin to fix the bun on top of his head.

His skin was dark, his face was covered with the vicissitudes of life, and his wide mouth and big nose were vaguely felt that when he was young, he should have been a heroic person.

Zhang Mu noticed that there were two crutches on the side of the rocking chair, and then Zhang Mu looked at his lower body.

Zhang Mu was surprised to find that Wang Mao in front of him was actually a disabled person. One of his legs was gone. After looking closely, he couldn't help but be stunned.

Wang Mao had only one right hand, and his left wrist was bare and nothing.

Zhang Mu sighed lightly, turned around and was about to leave, but ended up colliding with a young man.

The young man looked angry, rolled up his trouser legs and his feet were covered in mud.

He immediately drank to Zhang Mu: "You open your eyes..."

However, seeing Zhang Mu's appearance as a child, he did not continue talking, but went straight to the counter and asked, "What do you want?"

"I want some paper and ink. I saw that the old man was resting, so I didn't bother me." Zhang Mu smiled.

The young man said awkwardly: "I'll get it for you. My father is old and he's sleepy after dinner."

As he said that, he headed towards the back door.

At this time, Wang Mao yawned and opened his eyes. The young man happened to come back, holding two packages in his hand, putting them on the counter and laughed: "There are only these in the store."

Zhang Mu picked up a square of inkstone, took a stack of straw paper, and prepared to check out.

Wang Mao asked, "Aren't you going to purchase goods? So you're back now?"

"It's not easy to walk on the road outside the city. I'm afraid the car will fall into it, so I'll wait for the sky to clear up." Then I turned to Zhang Mu and said, "It costs thirty dollars in total."

Zhang Mu took out the money and put it on the table, turned around and left with his stuff, and went to the side of the carriage. He looked back and saw a person coming out of the backyard wall of the grocery store.

As soon as the guy landed, he was still "chiluo" on his upper body, and his pants were not lifted up. While putting on his clothes, he hurriedly disappeared into the alley.

Zhao Wu also happened to see this scene and curled his lips and said, "What a pity, otherwise he would have been able to catch the adulterer in the bed."

A smile couldn't help but overflow from the corner of Zhang Mu's mouth.

The one who came out just now was definitely the one who cuckolded Wang Mao’s son.

Wang Mao's son suddenly came back, most of the time, was afraid that it was not because the road outside was difficult to move, but because his wife was suspected to be out of trouble and was about to come back to catch the adulterer.

Unfortunately, Zhang Mu was in the store just now and delayed it, providing time for the stolen fragrance to escape, otherwise there should be a good show now.

After getting on the bus, Zhang Mu left here.

Wang Houzi doesn’t know where he is now, otherwise he can ask about the current situation of the Wang family and find a breakthrough.
Chapter completed!