Yang Qiuchi said goodbye and returned to prison. Dabanya and others were discussing Yang Qiuchi's resurrection of Mrs. Yin and the fire in the Yin family last night. When they saw Yang Qiuchi, they rushed to squeeze in and flatter.

Yang Qiuchi asked Dabanya to help him find forty or fifty people. Dabanya agreed without asking what he was going to do. After a while, he led more than fifty people, and Minzhuang was equivalent to the current basic militia.

Yang Qiuchi said that they would help carry some things, each of whom paid 200 cents. The people of the people were very happy. Originally, the officials assigned work was voluntary labor, and they never said that they would pay for money. It would be good to take care of the meal. Now each person can get 200 cents, and they cheered for a while.

Yang Qiuchi took these Minzhuang to the valley by carriage, sent two Minzhuang to guard the carriage, and the rest walked along the valley with him.

The more he walked in, the more frightened Yang Qiuchi was. He saw that the road was covered with mud, the farmland destroyed by mountain torrents and the crops were everywhere. He was blocked by landslides from time to time and had to take a detour. It seemed that he had experienced a rare rainstorm here in the past two days.

When I passed by the place where I was fighting the tiger, the dead tiger was gone, only the rolling mountain torrents rushed down, and it must have been washed away.

Finally, I came to the valley where I landed during my journey, but the scene in front of me shocked him. The paradise-like valley had become hell on earth. A large hillside on the cliff had fallen, burying most of the valley below, and the trickle stream had now turned into a torrent.

Where is that truck? Yang Qiuchi's heart was tight. There were so many treasures on the truck, all of them were his lifeblood and his bargaining chips for his relocation in the Ming Dynasty.

Yang Qiuchi ran forward in the mud, one foot deep and one foot shallow. The people of the people followed him, and they didn't know what the official was looking for.

Based on memory, Yang Qiuchi came to the approximate location of the truck, but the truck was not there. Yang Qiuchi looked around and finally found the truck dozens of meters away.

But after seeing the scene in front of him, Yang Qiuchi felt like a basin of cold water was poured on his head. The truck was not buried by mudslides, but it was even worse than burying: a huge rock weighing hundreds of tons on the two-story building was pressed on the truck, flattening the truck underneath, and only the remaining half of the front wheel was exposed outside.

Yang Qiuchi looked up the cliff and saw half of the cliff slipping down. This two-story giant rock must have rolled down by a landslide. It happened to hit his treasure truck.

It was over, it was all over. Yang Qiuchi sat on the wet mud floor. Looking at the two-story giant rock, without medicine, it was a joke to move the huge rock weighing hundreds of tons. It was a mountain axe. If you had to chisel the rock for a few months, you might not be able to chisel the huge rock. Even if you chisel it open, all of the things were smashed into a pile of scrap iron by the giant rock.

Yang Qiuchi regretted it very much. If I had known it, I would have asked someone to come back overnight that day! But what's the use of regret? Yang Qiuchi sat there for a while, stood up, waved to the people around him, and was about to go back, suddenly, a bright thing not far away attracted his attention.

Yang Qiuchi walked up to look and found that it was a small metal corner. After carefully identifying it, he suddenly became excited: it seemed to be a corner of the aluminum alloy cabinet on the truck!

Yang Qiuchi shouted: "Brothers, come and dig out this cabinet!"

Although the people and the people only brought wooden bars and ropes and did not have hoes, they were very powerful after all, so the cabinet was not buried deep, and they were all handed down and they were digging out the aluminum alloy cabinet in a short while.

The cabinet is locked, I don’t know which of the aluminum alloy cabinets is or what it contains. Since there is this one, maybe there is something else. Yang Qiuchi shouted excitedly: "Brothers, hurry up and scatter to see if there are any such boxes.

The people immediately scattered around and searched everywhere, rummaged through the surrounding soil, searching for most of the hour, but found nothing.

It seems that before the truck was crushed by the huge rock, it was washed out dozens of meters by a mountain torrent. During this process, the aluminum alloy box was thrown out, and the other boxes were still left in the truck, smashed by the huge rock and pressed down below. Only this box survived.

God still had one eye and left a consolation prize for himself. Yang Qiuchi asked the Minzhuang and others to exchange the large aluminum alloy box, and trek out of the valley and transport it to the city by carriage. This time the speed was much faster than the first time, but at noon, he returned to the county government office.

Yang Qiuchi asked the Minzhuang to carry the aluminum alloy boxes to a large room on the side of their yard and pay the wages. The Minzhuang left happily.

Feng Xiaoxue has already returned from the inner yard. Seeing that her husband had brought such a box, she came to watch the fun with Yang's mother.

Seeing that Feng Xiaoxue had a crystal clear jade bracelet on her wrist, Yang Qiuchi asked curiously: "Huh? Where did your bracelet come from?"

"Mrs. Han gave it to me!"

Mrs. Han? County Magistrate Song’s wife? Yang Qiuchi took Feng Xiaoxue’s wrist and carefully looked at the jade bracelet. He had no research on jade, but since it was given by the county wife, it was definitely not bad. He was too lazy to ask and began to think about how to put his own things.

Feng Xiaoxue looked at the aluminum alloy box and asked, "Husband, what is it in it?" Yang's mother also looked at the aluminum alloy box with strangeness, reached out to touch it, and asked, "Yes, what is this?"

Yang Qiuchi said: "There are very useful things in it. I can't explain them clearly in just a few seconds. I'll tell you later. Okay, I'll organize it. You guys go out and do your business first."

Although Yang's mother and Feng Xiaoxue were very curious, it was not easy to disturb him when he said this. Feng Xiaoxue was about to go out with Yang's mother when she remembered something and said, "Today, the eldest son of the Yin family and the magistrate Song came to our house to find you, as if it was for the fire last night."

This was not beyond his expectations. One person died of his daughter and his wife. Why did the fire start? They couldn't find the clue. To be precise, County Magistrate Song could not find the clue, so he would naturally come to me, a big detective. Hehehe.

Feng Xiaoxue said again: "That Young Master Yin is really. After arriving at our house, he didn't sit and talk. He looked around and said he wanted to see our house. So he looked at the rooms one by one. He yawned while watching."

Yin De was obviously looking for something. He had to ask, of course it was Bai Sumei and Song Yuner. The fire burned everything to white ground. After the old obedience inspected, he said that Bai Sumei and the others must have burned to ashes. The little fox still felt uneasy, so he came to me to see if there were any clues.

This Young Master Yin must be related to this case, and there is no doubt about it. However, without sufficient evidence, Yang Qiuchi dared not touch him now.
Chapter completed!