Chapter 1253: Carrying on the Past and Opening up the Future (One Hundred and Forty-Three) Revenge

Since people died because of the land division, Ziyang County Magistrate Guo Qing did not take it too seriously. It was just a few peasants. According to the clerk and the yamen runners, the woman had the intention of inheriting the official position at that time. As for the death of the little kid, it was a complete accident! The clerk named Guo Zhang was a distant relative of his. After this incident, Guo Qing just scolded him and asked him to stay at home for a few days to avoid the limelight.

In recent days, because of the land division, there have been many disturbances in Ziyang County. Fortunately, the imperial envoy Lu had anticipated it and bribed Zhou Liang, the garrison commander stationed in Ziyang County. Wherever there was a disturbance, Zhou Liang sent his troops to suppress it. This army was notorious in Ziyang County and frightened many people. Fortunately, Ziyang County did not cause a big disturbance. Guo Qing's originally hanging heart was put down. After all, it was just a group of peasants. Last year, a group of them were killed and their courage was killed.

After waiting for two days, news came from the other side that the woman of the family whose baby died jumped into the well, and the man set fire to the house and burned himself to death in it. The whole family was dead, and Guo Qing was relieved. There was no more trouble, so he called Guo Zhang out again and sent him to another town to continue working.

This land reform was a rare opportunity for him to make a fortune. It was only halfway through, and the wealth accumulated was already equal to what he had earned in the first half of his life. Of course, what he got was not the big head. The big heads were what Lu Qincha and Zhong Houye got.

Thank you, Prime Minister Fan, for giving us the opportunity to make a fortune. Guo Qing was so happy that he bowed in the direction of Xianyang. After finishing this term as county magistrate, he also had enough capital to go up and down and make a move up. The previous investment cannot be wasted in vain. Now the court is still reforming the official system at the same time. Many people are going to step down, and there will be many vacancies in the county!

County Magistrate Guo was counting silver at home, dreaming of promotion, but clerk Guo Zhang was not so lucky. He rode his donkey again early in the morning. He took two yamen runners out of the city, still the two yamen runners who followed him before. This time something happened, and both of them were given a holiday by County Magistrate Guo.

"It's no big deal to die a mud leg, it's not a big deal!" Riding on the donkey. Guo Zhang didn't care. He took two days off and rested in the house.

"That's only you, Secretary Guo. If it were someone else, it wouldn't work. Secretary Guo, have you heard that the whole family died, the woman jumped into the well, and the man burned the house and himself to death." A yamen runner came up.

"It's better to die. It's clean to die." Guo Zhang sneered and touched his head. After several days of rest, the swelling on it subsided. It still hurts a little now! "That crazy woman almost made me fall to death. It's good that she died."

"That's right, those peasants are no match for you, Guo Wenshu. I heard that County Magistrate Guo will be promoted this time. When the time comes, Guo Wenshu will definitely follow County Magistrate Guo to the county.

When my brother and I go to the county, Guo Wenshu can't pretend not to know us!"

Guo Zhang laughed, "That's right. Others don't recognize you two, how can I not recognize you two? We have been through hardships together, right?"

The two yamen runners laughed, "Guo Wenshu, let's finish the work early today. When we come back, my brother and I will treat you. Invite Guo Wenshu to Zuixianlou and have a few drinks."

"Okay, okay!" Guo Zhang said with a smile. The deaths of those villagers were like dust on their bodies. They would no longer exist after a dusting.

Today we are going to Yudu Town, which is a bit far from the county town. We have to cross Xingzi Mountain in the middle. If we don't hurry up, we will not be able to make it back. The three of them stopped chatting. One of the yamen runners led the donkey for Guo Zhang in a flattering manner, and the other led the way in front. Soon they entered the narrow path under Xingzi Mountain.

It was the season between spring and summer. The grass in the mountains was growing wildly. There were not many people walking on the original path. It had been submerged by grass. If you don't look closely, you can't see that there is a road here.

The three of them pushed the thatch and walked forward with some difficulty. Behind them, there was a rustling sound. One of the yamen runners looked back and screamed, "Oh my God!" The other two also turned their heads. Behind them, a person with a black body and a black face was running towards them. His eyes were still sparkling.

"What is that?" Guo Zhang screamed and rolled off the donkey.

The man held a goat fork in his hand and looked at the three people with fire in his eyes.

"Dog officer, give me back my son's life!" The black man rushed forward with a goat fork, roaring.

"It's Wen Yi, Wen Yi!" A yamen runner suddenly came to his senses and cried out in shock: "Wasn't he burned to death?"

"Ghost!" Looking at the guy who was said to have been burned to death, Guo Zhang screamed in fear. Could this black guy be the wronged soul who appeared after being burned to death?

"Dog officer, give me back my son's life, give me back my woman's life!" The black Wen Yi rushed forward with a goat fork.

"Guo Wenshu, he is a living person with a shadow, not a ghost." A yamen runner pointed at the shadow of Wen Yi under the sun and shouted.

It was a person, not a ghost. Guo Zhang seemed to be a little braver. He got up from the ground and pointed at Wen Yi who was running over, "Go, go, kill him."

The two government officials also came to their senses. They were humans and not ghosts. They were not afraid anymore. They were used to bullying these mud-legged people. They were not afraid. They pulled out their swords with a choking sound and shouted: "Wen Yi." , you dare to attack an official, don’t you want to live!”

Wen Yi didn't stop, "I just don't want to live anymore." As he spoke, he rushed to the front, raised his cross, and stabbed the government servant in front of him in the chest.

These government officials were usually able to bully others, but they relied on the official uniforms they wore. Facing Wen Yi, who was so aggressive at this moment that he didn't want his life at all. Although the knife was drawn out, his hands and feet were shaking. He didn't have the strength to swing the knife. With a chirping sound, the sheep fork penetrated the chest, three strands of the sheep fork were stabbed in, and three streams of blood were drawn out at once. The officer who was hit screamed, threw away the single sword, held the fork head in both hands, and slowly fell down.

Another officer on the side was so frightened by the marked blood that he subconsciously swung his knife, but it was weak and fell on Wen Yi's back. It didn't even cut through the dark clothes outside. .

Seeing Wen Yi suddenly turning his head to stare at him, the officer yelled, dropped the knife in his hand, turned around and ran away.

Wen Yi raised his foot, kicked the yamen man next to him, and pulled out his goat fork. Looking at the yamen servant running desperately, he took a few steps and suddenly threw the goat fork in his hand, just like he was in the sky. It was the same as when he threw a goat's fork and stabbed the deer in Ershan Mountain. However, this time he threw it with hatred. No matter whether it was accurate or powerful, it was far better than the throw that stabbed the deer to death on the mountain. He let out a shrill scream. The sound echoed in the mountains. The government servant ran forward a few steps and fell to the ground. The sheep's fork pierced his back deeply, twisted and bounced on the ground a few times, and stopped moving.

After killing two government officials, Wen Yi turned around and saw that Guo Zhang was already shaking like chaff, the muscles on his face were twisted, and he was trembling and unable to speak a word.

Wen Yi's eyes widened and he walked towards Guo Zhang step by step.

"Spare your life!" Guo Zhang could finally speak. "I will give you money, lots and lots of money. I will give you land, good farmland."

What answered him was Wen Yi's fierce attack. With just one attack, he threw Guo Zhang to the ground, and his two hands clamped down on Guo Zhang's neck like iron pliers.

"Give back my child's life!"

"Give me your woman's life!"

Every time he howled, the strength of his hands became stronger. Guo Zhang's body twisted desperately, his feet kicked and bounced on the ground, but he only knocked down the weeds, and the stench spread. Come on, it's already **.

His eyeballs protruded and his tongue stretched out. Guo Zhang had already lost his breath, but Wen Yi held on tightly without hesitation. A clicking sound was heard, and his neck was twisted by Wen Yi.

The enemies were all dead, and they helplessly rolled down from Guo Zhang's body, covered their faces with their hands, and burst into tears. That night, the child died and the woman threw herself into a well. Wen Yi lit his house on fire, left the village and his home with a sheep fork. He did not dare to enter the county town. Outside the county town, he hid for a long time. After a few days, he finally waited for his great enemy Guo Zhang to appear. He followed him all the way into Xingzi Mountain and finally killed his enemy.

After crying for a while, Wen Yi got up from the ground, picked up a single knife on the ground, slashed it suddenly, chopped off Guo Zhang's head, held it in his hand, and strode to the man who had a sheep on his back. Next to the yamen servant, he pulled out his sheep's fork and walked all the way towards home.

Wen Cheng has been uneasy these days. Wen Yi was his friend. His family died so tragically, which made him depressed. Every day, he would go to Wen Yi's house, which had been burned to ashes, to take a look, or hope that something would happen. Miraculously, Wen Yi's home was so badly burned that he didn't even find many ashes.

Early this morning, he wandered around the pile of ruins of Wen Yi's house as usual, and his eyes suddenly widened. In the middle of the ruins, there was a bloody head on a bamboo stick, thrust right into the There, although the face was distorted, you could still vaguely tell that it was the clerk who came to the village a few days ago.

"Oh my God!"

Wen Cheng's legs softened and he sat down on the ground.

Just when Wen Cheng finally came to his senses and ran back, shouting as he ran, Wen Yi had already climbed up the steep cliff along the hidden path he had taken when he entered the mountain. Entering the deep mountains and old forests of Xang Er Mountain. (To be continued)