Husband-in-Law: Reborn Peasant Girl Busy Farming

Chapter 392 Drive away Hongyang Road

Hearing the sound of Deng Xiuchun's footsteps gradually moving away, Liu Zishao couldn't help but stammered and asked Liu Xiang, "This person... this person is from the Jianghu, can he be trusted?"

Liu Xiang didn't answer immediately, but walked back to the desk, sat down slowly, glanced at the half-drunk tea on the table, Liu Zishao understood, and immediately poured hot water for him.

"Shao'er," Liu Xiang raised his hand to pick up the teacup, and spoke earnestly, "When doing great things, you need to be sure of the person you employ and not the person you suspect. You saw Deng Xiuchun just now, what do you think?"

Unexpectedly, grandpa would ask himself back, Liu Zishao's brain full of tofu scum suddenly couldn't turn around, he lowered his head, lowered his eyebrows and thought for a while before murmuring: "This Deng Xiuchun has some skills, but Zishao can't believe in this world. People in the middle, what kind of heroism and courage do they love most, if they go wrong halfway..."

He was muttering, but Liu Xiang raised his hand to signal him to stop. He was puzzled, so he frowned suspiciously. Liu Xiang took a sip of tea slowly and said: "This Deng Xiuchun took refuge in me in the early years. Don't worry about whether he will be rebellious."

Liu Zishao's eyeballs swayed from side to side, and he couldn't think of any mistakes, so he changed the topic, "Then how does grandpa plan to arrange this person?"

Finally asked a meaningful question, Liu Xiang squeezed the warm teacup, flicked away the foam, the creases on his face moved, and said after a while: "This person is not small, he is good at lurking, Just wait and see, it will definitely be of great use in the future."

Liu Zishao nodded, and poured another cup of hot tea for his grandfather.

On the other side, Zhao Yuanyan had already received Xue Lince's letter in the evening. When he was sitting in front of the desk and opened the letter, his wife came in to deliver tea. Seeing his serious face, he asked a casual question.

The white beard around his lips moved, and he raised his head slowly, the orange light reflected on his face, the deep wrinkles on his face were much gentler, but the ravines were filled with shadows.

"Do you still remember the person who came to deliver dates from door to door last time?"

Zhao Yuanyan folded the letter and stuffed it back into the envelope while asking.

The movement of the wife serving the tea paused, and an ominous shadow flashed across her face, "But those quack doctors who say they are curing diseases and eliminating disasters?"

The lights in the room flickered, and two shadows stained with vicissitudes dangled in the candlelight.

"Exactly." Zhao Yuanyan's gray brows frowned tightly, drawing a deep groove of depression, "Do you know if those who received the dates would eat them?"

Sensing his strange mood, his wife became nervous, "It's not convenient to inquire about these things, but since some people believed that these dates have the effect of curing diseases and avoiding disasters, they naturally used them to make soup or soak them in water, but what's the matter?" Strange? Could it be that this jujube is a poison that harms people?"

Zhao Yuanyan's vicissitudes and cloudy eyes quickly flashed a stern look, stretched out his hand to support his forehead, and said slowly: "I felt strange when I held that jujube that day. How could there be any quack doctor who gave jujube to avoid disaster? It’s a doctor, but it’s more like the hexagram of magic and Taoism.”

His wife sat down beside him, and reached out to hold his vicissitudes of life. Although both hands were stained with wind and frost, they were still warm and strong.

"Didn't you write a letter to ask Lin Ce a few days ago?" She asked, "Do he and Luo Yu have any clues?"

It's okay not to mention the clues, but when he mentioned it, Zhao Yuanyan's face suddenly became more gloomy. He took out the letterhead again, hesitated for a moment, and put it back again, as if he was vacillating.

"It's strange to say that there are people in Yuedong distributing dates." The gap between his brows became deeper and deeper, "The rhetoric is the same, so Lin Ce and the others took this thing and went to Yuedong Taoist Temple in person, and they really didn't come out of us. As expected, this jujube turned out to be..."

Feeling that the answer was ominous, his wife's eyes became more and more serious, and the two pairs of eyes that had experienced vicissitudes collided with each other, showing the same nervousness.

Just when Zhao Yuanyan was about to tell that the jujube was probably the method of Hongyang Dao's curse jujube, the door of the study was suddenly smashed with a "bang bang", the tense atmosphere in the room was suddenly interrupted, and the wife shook in fright. Zhao Yuanyan subconsciously clenched her hand tightly.

"Sir," the boy outside knocked on the door very rudely, "someone wants to see you outside! Come out quickly!"

The eyebrows twitched, Zhao Yuanyan was a little angry, "The moon is already rising, whoever came to visit so late, no see."

The boy's figure swayed at the door, but he still didn't leave. After pondering for a moment, he insisted: "Sir, you should come out and have a look, it seems that the doctors who distributed the dates at that time said that it was related to Madam." !"

The two people in the room suddenly became alert, Zhao Yuanyan frowned, squeezed his wife's hand tightly, and comforted him: "It's okay, I'll come over after I go and have a look, there are so many people in the house, they dare not do anything to me."

After finishing speaking, he stood up decisively and opened the door. His wife wanted to stop her, but she finally gave up. The two walked to the hall and the inner courtyard.

The young man followed Zhao Yuanyan to the reception hall. Although Zhao Yuanyan was old, he was in good spirits, walking with wind, and the young and strong young man couldn't keep up with his pace. Anxious, he walked faster, causing the boy to trot all the way.

After a while, he came to the hall, and saw a few familiar people sitting in the hall, all of them were wearing coarse cloth clothes, wearing blue and black silk scarves on their heads, and there were three taels of medicine boxes on the table.

Because of his vigilance, Zhao Yuanyan noticed more doubts this time. It was clear that he was a doctor who had traveled around all the year round, but all of them had delicate skin and tender flesh.

"Mr. Zhao," one of them got up and saluted upon seeing him, "Mr. Zhao forgive me for disturbing you late at night."

How could Zhao Yuanyan's temper get used to him, so he opened his mouth and said: "It's late at night and there are not many vacant rooms in the mansion. You know it's late at night, so why not come back tomorrow."

Everyone was startled, they didn't expect him to have this attitude, they looked at each other in surprise, and then another person said: "Mr. Zhao misunderstood, we are here for Mrs. Zhao's business."

Zhao Yuanyan squeezed her gray brows between her eyebrows, and the impatience in her eyes became more obvious, "My wife is in good health and doesn't need medical treatment for the time being. Please go back, everyone."

Opening their mouths and shutting their mouths are all seeing off guests, even people who have no eyesight know that it would be wrong to stay at this time, but the people of Hongyang Dao don't care about this, they still insist on not leaving. Fortunately, Mr. Zhao is a scholar, otherwise According to his temper, if he was a general, he would have picked up his long sword and chased people away.

"Even if Mr. Zhao is not used to Lang Zhong's visits, don't you care about Madam's health?" Yi Lang said with his lips curled up, "We came here to see a doctor because we realized that Mrs. Zhao was suffering from a chronic illness. Please don't ask Mr. Zhao." Avoid diseases and avoid medicine."

(End of this chapter)