"Lujia Village..."

The oil lamp shook, reflecting the man's face. Under the thick eyebrows, a pair of powerful eyes swept over the three words "Aozuiling" written on the paper, and then the three words Chen Yaoke fell.

"October...Liu Erlong and his bandits robbed Lujia Village... They were killed all that night..."

"On the fifth day of August, Chen Yaoke was broken by a knife at home, and there was no trace of the window lock being moved again..."

The night in the courtyard gradually turned from dark to dark, and a trace of whiteness appeared in the east sky, Zuo Zhengyang suddenly opened his eyes wide, hurriedly went to another room to search through the cabinets, and found the document book that had been sealed and handed over to the next captain.

The paper pages were flipping in his hands.

At some point, I stopped.

His eyes remained on one content, and Zuo Zhengyang's face suddenly changed. On it was the names and addresses of forty idle men registered, nine of whom came from Lujia Village, the same place.

As a captain, this clue should not be ignored, but he has been paying attention to the point that magic harms people, so he becomes blind.

"Call everyone!" Zuo Zhengyang pinched the book of this article, his hands trembling slightly.

Soon, the constable in the museum put on his clothes and carried his weapons and ran out in a panic, gathered in the courtyard and whispered.

"I don't know what crazy the captain who is about to be promoted is going crazy, so he screams everyone at this time."

"A new case may have happened..."

"Can's incident made progress in Chen's family?"

...

The conversation gradually became smaller and the two doors of the main hall were opened with a creaking sound. Zuo Zhengyang was wearing a captain's robe, with two long soldiers behind him, and a slender blade hanging on his waist, and walked out with big strides.

"Are everyone in the same place?"

"It's all together" everyone yelled.

Zuo Zhengyang pinched the scabbard and nodded quickly at the constables. He knew that he had found the clue and could soon find the person behind the scenes.

Although Chen Yaoke's death was different from his servants and bandits in the mountains, he was eventually related.

"No matter who you are... I must pull you out..."

Chen Yang had already risen. He stood there, about to call everyone out, suddenly, his mouth opened and closed again, and his eyes were straight at his commander.

Yesterday afternoon, the old man's words came out in the carriage and wandered around his ears like hallucinations.

"... Every mountain and earth, the sound of wind and rain must be seen and heard..."

Every mountain and one soil, listen...

land?!

In connection with the recent rumors and accompanying the chief clerk to Lujia Village, the young man's smile was as if he was bathed in spring breeze, Zuo Zhengyang's tight hilt of the knife unconsciously released, and the warmth of the morning light shining on his body in winter gradually became colder.

"It's Lu Liangsheng..."

...The county magistrate, the chief clerk actually knew it a long time ago, but I, the captain, were the last ones to know it.

In the sunshine, Zuo Zhengyang was shaking slightly until someone called him: "Catcher, what's wrong with you?"

"It's okay, it's okay..."

On this side, Zuo Zhengyang said a few times, looked at the golden light, closed his eyes, took a deep breath, then opened his eyes, waved at his subordinates: "It's all... gone, it's okay."

After several months of running around, from investigation to investigation of the passengers passing by from all sides, he finally turned his eyes back on the bandits and saw clues about arresting the important criminals. Now, all this has become useless.

The sun shines on the face and looks pale.

Zuo Zhengyang slowly turned around and returned to the room. The detectives looked at his back and stood there in a daze, whispering to each other.

"What is the headmaster doing?"

"Maybe I'm leaving... I'll have fun."

"It's gone, go back and sleep for a while... It's so fucking unlucky. I was called up before dawn and stood so stupid..."

The group of detectives left the courtyard in groups of three or three, and from time to time they looked back at the main hall there, and couldn't help but complain a few times.

However, on the afternoon of that day, they received the left captain and were about to leave Fushui County and go to Hegu County.

The heavy snow in winter passed, the snow melted, the road became muddy, two long knives hung on the side of the horse, Zuo Zhengyang hung his luggage, led the horse to the lively street scene around him, and slowly walked out of the north gate.

A carriage was parked there in the long pavilion outside the city, and there were two people in the pavilion preparing drinks and waiting. It was the county magistrate Min Changwen, who had worked with Wang Shuhua for more than two years and always had to come to see him off.

The county magistrate held up his wide sleeves, picked up the wine glass with the old man beside him, and spoke.

"Why is Zhengyang so anxious? There are still a few days left to the end of the New Year. It's better to pass the New Year. It's not too late to leave after the beginning of spring."

He felt so reluctant to leave his face.

On the opposite side, Zuo Zhengyang held up his wine glass with both hands and smiled and said, "I will leave sooner or later. Anyway, Zuo is also alone. It's great to go over and report earlier. It's great. It's the same for every New Year."

"Well, Zhengyang is so diligent, he may be promoted even further in the future."

"The chief clerk is raised."

The three of them talked for a while and then said goodbye. Zuo Zhengyang turned over and bowed to the two who were chasing up the cart, shook the reins, galloped out, walked out, and then stopped the reins, turned around and looked back.

The distant city wall stands in the red clouds and the gradually fading carriage.

"...Lu Liangsheng." He murmured the name softly.

Zuo Zhengyang narrowed his eyes half-squinted, and for a moment, he grabbed the horse's belly and shouted: "Go!" He ran up and disappeared into the rays of light.

...

The rays of light spread and burned the sky red.

At the foot of Qixia Mountain, there was a hustle and bustle in the mountains. Lu Taigong, who was leaning on a pear wooden stick, sat on the stone and basking the sunset, smiling at the renovation of the dilapidated houses in front of him. One by one, the bare-armed village men carried wooden beams to the roof and moved the green tiles.

In the messy courtyard, the broth in the big pot rolled.

There are also tired people who wiped sweat and took the boiled pork bone soup from Lu Xiaoxian and poured it into his stomach with big mouthfuls. It felt refreshing.

Lu Laoshi rode on the roof, his face flushed, and he commanded the craftsman excitedly. At one moment, he stepped on the air and fell down, but his body stopped in the air and slowly descended to the ground.

In the gradually falling red glow, a girl's shadow could be seen vaguely disappearing.

Soon after, the night shrouded the world, and the warm yellow kitchen, there were a pair of bowls and chopsticks on the newly made round table. Sun Yingxian wanted to get it, but the woman knocked on the chopsticks. Li Jinhua looked at the dark night outside the door and smiled. She was no longer afraid, and even felt grateful.

As time goes by, the newly built houses left traces of wind and rain, and the winter snow melted and it was no longer cold. Lu Xiaoxian was wearing her newly bought shoes and chased a hare in the field.

The flying rabbit broke through a cluster of grass, and the seven orifices that were bleeding from the face, and its hideous and terrifying face was so scared that it kicked its legs, its body froze, and it fell to the ground with a bang.

Lu Xiaoxian ran over, grabbed his long ears and lifted them up, and looked at the grimace in front with a smile and gave a thumbs up.

Behind the grass, Nie Honglian put away his face, smiled dimples on his cheeks, and then shook his thumbs up, and his figure was like a breeze blowing across the fields.

She likes her life now and everything around her.

Back at the courtyard, the fence was covered with blooming morning glory, and the little Taoist priest with a cow nose drew talisman with a brush, and his face was covered with ink.

Lu Laoshi was sitting in the donkey shed and was still thinking about the frame, but his wife pulled her ear away.

Taoist Toad was still lazy, but there was an extra small cabinet full of new clothes. Occasionally, sitting up, but looking through the recipe...

The birds sing lightly, gathered their wings and landed on the edge of the water tank. The open window lattice opposite was a young man who had grown up one year old, reading classics and chanting the contents on it.

Lu Liangsheng raised his head, looked at the woman smiling at him, and also smiled. Sometimes he would pick up the pen and ink, add flowers and birds to Hong Lian, add two green pine trees, and draw a swing on the scroll.

The warblers fly and the grass grows, and it is another spring.

It was late at night, and the lights were shaking gently. A wind blew, stroking the pages of the book. Hong Lian walked closer with lotus steps, gently fiddled with the wick, and the light became brighter, illuminating the figures of writing on the window frame.

The undried ink traces were filled with the fragrance of ink and books. Lu Liangsheng looked at a written word. Soon, he stretched comfortably, blew out the lights, and returned to the bed, looking more and more like a scholar.

The cypress trees outside the house sprouted their tender leaves and turned yellow again. Spring went and autumn came, day after day.

It was a three-year child test.
Chapter completed!