It was still a familiar house, familiar flowers, plants and trees, familiar paths, familiar mornings, familiar sun... The familiar person, Qingshan, who woke up from his sleep, was dazed in the face of this familiar scene. After a while, he pinched his thighs hard, which hurt, and then shivered, and asked subconsciously: "What are you doing?"

What caught my eye was a group of people, men, women, young and old, and a big tree.

Although I always go to the mountains and forests to cut down wood and transport it back these days, most of them are elm or fir trees, rather than the camphor trees in front of me?

A group of men surrounded the camphor tree, holding tools in their hands, working enthusiastically. There was also a group of women and children next to them, which were extremely noisy and all kinds of voices came, but most of them were about the camphor tree.

Hearing Qingshan's inquiry, the man who was cleaning the tree branch with a machete turned around and laughed: "Didn't this be the sacrifice of those people on the beach yesterday? I don't know who spread the news here? Everyone thought that the Fujun was kind to us and could learn from the experience of those people on the beach. The village elder informed Lin Changxiu Xiao Zhenren, and Xiao Zhenren also agreed, so before work, we should first deal with the camphor tree and wait for the craftsman with carving skills to carve it into the appearance of the Fujun..."

"Is this really good? If the Duke does not agree, wouldn't it be in vain?" Qingshan was a little confused, but he also squatted down to help. Although he was talking, he was not less grateful to Wang Ningzhi than others. "I think it's better for us to ask Duke for the Duke."

"Don't worry about this. Xiao Zhenren left last night and went to Shanyin County. He should have gone to discuss with the Fujun... I heard that because someone falsely accused Fujun of committing a case recently, the governor of the State Envoy Li came to take over the position of Fujun. I don't know whether it was true or not, but people from Shanyin said that Fujun had not been to the County Governor's Office in the past few days."

Qingshan nodded: "I have heard of this, but I think it's not a big deal..."

"Yes, in our opinion, it is a big deal that is overwhelming. In the eyes of the Fujun, it may be just a trivial matter. Alas, I don't have any other extravagance, I just hope that the Fujun can always be in charge..."

The conversation between the two people aroused the interest of people around them, and they all came over to talk, but no one knew what the specific was. Most of them heard that a family massacre occurred in Yixing County, and Wang Ningzhi was framed and related to it. Because he had to avoid suspicion and so on, he was leisurely at home. Most of them were brief news, and most of them were heard about it, and the more he spread it, it became more and more mysterious. However, it was already the topic of attention to the villagers. After all, it involved Wang Ningzhi.

But the Yixing case was finally suppressed by the aristocratic family. Even if the rumors were heard, the people at the bottom would not know what the details were. Therefore, most of them could only say that they were showing off their evil words and supporting Wang Ningzhi, and tended to deify Wang Ningzhi. They said that Wang Ningzhi was just disdainful to pay attention to these trivial matters. He was an immortal who came down to earth, and if he didn't do anything, he would change the situation. If he was willing, he would also show Xu Shen and Xu Heng's previous affairs, showing Wang Ningzhi's methods.

As they were talking here, a group of martial soldiers came over and called on the men to go to work. There was a ox cart behind the martial soldiers, and slowly stopped. Lin Changxiu and a Taoist who was about the same age came out. Seeing the crowd gathering here, he came over. Lin Changxiu asked, "Is this the wood used to carve wooden figures?"

"Yes, we can't get the good wood, but the camphor tree is suitable for carving, so we cut back the camphor tree in the original village." Someone replied.

"Thank you so hard." Lin Changxiu said with a smile, "The Lord of the Mansion will definitely let everyone live and work in peace and contentment."

After saying that, he turned around and looked at the other boy: "How about it, Xiaobao, do you have this heart too?"

Zhang Xiaobao nodded and looked at the camphor tree silently. Until the refugees around him dispersed and continued to work under the leadership of Wu Zu, he said carefully: "Changxiu, this is a good idea. Now it seems that most of the villagers in Kuaiji counties are grateful to the Duijun, and there are even more people who worship the Duijun like the seaside and here you... Have you ever thought that if we really portray the Duijun into an immortal... Woo woo!"

Before he finished speaking, Zhang Xiaobao was blocked by Lin Changxiu. In Zhang Xiaobao's eyes, Lin Changxiu looked around nervously. Seeing that no one noticed this, he said in a low voice: "Be careful that disaster comes from the mouth. There is no rush to do this. We should make a long-term plan. Wait for me to take some time to discuss with the owner."

"Okay, hiss... Although I can't say it, I can also follow the wooden statues and worship every day..."

"This is up to you, don't force it..."

...

When Wang Ningzhi woke up, he was still early, but he just held his wife in his arms, and was reluctant to get up so quickly. Besides, there was no need to treat him harshly if he didn't have to go to the county magistrate's mansion these days.

He looked at Xie Daoyun who was still sleeping in his arms. A faint light shone on her face, reflecting her beautiful face. Because she was leaning on her arms, half of her face was flushed, her skin was delicate, her hair was a little messy, and she sprinkled gently on her face. She was black and healthy, and in a sharp contrast with her fair skin, it was even more amazingly tempting.

Slowly shrank, feeling the movement of his lower body, Wang Ningzhi suddenly smiled, lowered his head and kissed his wife's cheek, and then pinched his wife's tender nose with his hands. Not long after, Xie Daoyuan's little hand hidden in the quilt stretched out, grabbed it weakly in front of her, and finally grabbed Wang Ningzhi's hand and gently teared it.

After pulling it open, continue to sleep.

Pinched it again, and before Xie Daoyun could reach out again, she woke up. Perhaps she was angry with the aura of getting up, her two phoenix eyes opened suddenly with a murderous cold light and landed straight on Wang Ningzhi.

Wang Ningzhi grinned: "Good morning, madam."

"Good morning, man!"

After a short while, Xie Daoyun recovered from her senses. Her sharp eyes gradually softened and moved gently. After a while, the little hand in the quilt fell on the soft flesh between Wang Ningzhi's waist and twisted it hard... Let go, lifted the quilt, turned around and got out of bed, and took the coat next to her and walked out while wearing it. There was a smile of success on the corner of her mouth, and disappeared, leaving only Wang Ningzhi who was so painful that he was twisted.

Rubbing the soft flesh on his waist, Wang Ningzhi slowly got off the bed, and he didn't have to worry about the quilt, and he could clean up his own ring. He picked up the coat next to him, put it on his body, and was about to walk out, but Xie Daoyuan suddenly returned, but the smile at the corner of his mouth disappeared, and replaced it with a hint of solemnity.

"Mr. Langjun, something happened to the house in the north."
Chapter completed!