It's really hard to just farm peacefully.

Chapter 180

Jiang Fu and the other two stuck the thin peach branches, whose sparks had completely gone out, into the soil. As they walked towards the village, they happened to meet Gao Zhuang and Zhou Duoping who were going up the mountain.

Today it was their turn to go down the mountain with other villagers, and when they came back they were leading a group of people behind them.

Jiang Fu looked carefully and saw that except for a few elderly and frail people with sickly faces, the rest were all strong and young, wearing uniform clothes, with tense bodies.

"Why did you bring them up the mountain?" Jiang Fu pulled Zhou Duoping over and asked quietly. He often dealt with yamen runners when he walked around the streets, and he knew very well how difficult these people were. None of them were arrogant, would go back on their words, and liked to draw their swords to scare people.

Although this group of people have been captured and their lives depend on the village, it is still troublesome to deal with people like them who have official duties to attend to.

Zhou Duoping shook his head. "The village has been waiting since we received the news, but we didn't expect it to take until today. Let's not talk about it for now. We have to send the person to the Third Steward."

Fu Bing, the Third Steward, was a capable subordinate of the Furong Village leader, handling all matters within the village. He was known to be an expert at torture, forcing even the most vexing of interrogations to reveal every detail.

However, there were no important people in the village who needed the intervention of the Third Manager. Therefore, although these people were sent to the Third Manager's office, the specific interrogation was actually done by his subordinates.

It might take a moment or two to pry open the mouths of the yamen runners, but the ordinary people being escorted had already panicked and told everything they knew.

Each confession was compiled into a document, stamped and sealed, and then submitted to the desk of the third steward.

After Fu Bing finished taking care of other important matters, he took it and flipped through it. He suddenly stopped reading. "Twenty-eight, have you learned about this person's background?"

Ershiba's full name is Fu Ershiba, and he is the assistant chosen by Fu Bing for himself. He has been sitting in front of the desk to help deal with trivial matters in the village. Upon hearing what was said, he leaned over to take a look, and saw the third manager pointing to the six words "Jiang Yan fell off a cliff and died".

Although Ershiba had never seen "Jiang Yan" in person, his name left a deep impression on him. Not to mention the distant past, even recently, the people of Dongshan Village had been burning incense and praying for him every day, and it was a household name in the village.

However, there are many people with the same name in the world. After thinking for a while, Twenty-Eight replied, "I'll ask someone to check it again." After all, she is a relative of the people in the village and a maid of Miss Fu, so she should be more rigorous.

Fu Bing nodded: "Go ahead."

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A few people from Dongshan Village in Furong Village gathered at Jiang Fu's residence, feeling extremely sad.

At the end of the first interrogation, the subordinate of the third manager who had heard of Jiang Yan came over to tell him the news.

Although Jiang Fu and others consoled themselves by saying that they had recognized the wrong person because of the big difference in body shape and appearance, they knew in their hearts that those people could be disguised, as their height, accent and behavior style were almost the same.

When the third manager of the village sent someone to tell them the verified bad news, they could no longer deceive themselves.

Jiang Yan was a young man that the people of Dongshan Village snatched back from God. Under such difficult circumstances, the whole family tightened their belts to support him so that he could survive, but they didn't expect that he would be gone just like that.

Sun Yun and several elders were even more regretful. If they had not thought about not dragging Jiang Yan down and returning to Dongshan Village first, Jiang Yan would not have separated from Fu Nulang and set out alone to find them because of worry, and this incident would not have happened.

Zhou Duoping, Gao Zhuang and others who were sitting with him were also a little sad. They didn't expect such a smart child to die. Alas.

Jiang Nian lay on Jiang Yuan's chest with tears streaming down her face, and suddenly pulled Jiang Yuan out the door.

Yu Qian scolded, "It's so dark now, where are you going? Don't make trouble at this time."

Jiang Nian cried, "I'm going to take out all the incense I burned today, yesterday, and the day before yesterday. None of these gods and bodhisattvas will bless Sister Yanyan."

"Pooh, pooh, pooh, don't say that." Sun Yun was so anxious that he shouted to stop him.

Jiang Fu then said, "The incense in front is not yet extinguished. Let's go burn incense to the ancestors of Dongshan Village and ask them to take good care of Jiang Yan in the underworld so that she doesn't have to worry about other things."