The new book of the burning prairie star

"By the way, Yang Biao, the sales of your wine have increased. I hope you can deliver five more jars of wine to the restaurant every day." Shopkeeper Liu didn't understand why those women liked sour wine. Even some men asked for wine.

"The wine production cannot be increased. I can only give you three jars a day." Yang Biao put down the account book. It is already November. In another ten days or half a month, there will be no grapes on the market. At that time, there will be no raw materials for making wine.

"That's fine," It's better to have something than nothing, and Manager Liu doesn't mind, as long as he can make money.

"Brother Biao, you're back." The head of the village looked at Yang Biao with a smile, "Your new house is almost finished, and we can hold the housewarming party."

"Oh, boy, do you know which day of this month is suitable for moving into the new house?" Yang Biao really didn't understand these things, and didn't want to hold a banquet. In modern times, wedding banquets are organized by both parents, and the social interactions between relatives and classmates after marriage are also handled by the husband. She doesn't care at all, at most she just attends with an open mouth. In ancient times, you have to follow the local customs, so you can only ask the village head and other elderly people who understand.

"I asked a Feng Shui master to calculate, and the eighth day of this month is a good time to have a new baby." Yang Biao's house has not been built yet, but the head of the village has already asked someone to calculate a good time to move in.

"Okay, then let's hold the housewarming party on the eighth day of the first lunar month." Yang Biao agreed without hesitation.

"Then I'll take you to buy some things you'll need for moving into the house." The village head pulled Yang Biao out, "You'll need incense, sacrificial offerings, and you'll need to scatter copper coins from the moment you enter the door..."

Yang Biao listened to the headman's chatter, thinking about everything the headman had done for him since he came here, and a warm feeling rose in his heart.

On the eighth day of the first lunar month, before dawn, Yang Biao and his family had rushed back to Yangjia Village from the county town. "Brother Biao, quickly put the ladder on your shoulder and the small bamboo basket in front of your chest so it will be convenient for you to scatter the coins." In order to wait for Yang Biao, Li Zheng had been standing at the door of his house for a long time.

The cleaning of Yang Biao's new house was done by the village head's wife and her younger generations. The lighting of incense and cleaning of the house was done by the village head himself. The specific arrangements of the banquet were also done with the help of the village head. Yang Biao followed him without interrupting or asking any questions. He just paid for whatever was needed. He felt relaxed and comfortable.

Li was walking in front with firecrackers in his hand, and Yang Biao, who was following behind, was carrying a ladder on his back, which meant rising step by step. As he walked, he took copper coins out of a small bamboo basket and scattered them on the ground, all the way to the main hall. Xiao Zhang and Yang Xiaohua were holding pots and pans, which meant a prosperous family, and Yang Lin followed closely behind with firewood, which meant getting rich first when entering the house.

When the villagers heard the sound of firecrackers, they came over one after another to join in the fun. "Everyone, come into Biao'er's house and sit down." The village head's wife greeted everyone, kneading dough in her hands. "You can eat buns later, please sit down first."

"Okay, grandma, do you need help? Let my wife give you a hand." Yang Litian said to the headman's wife with a smile, and waved to a young wife not far away.

"Litian, I appreciate your kindness, but your son is still young and can't leave his mother." The headman's wife pushed his daughter-in-law out of the kitchen, "Xianhua, take good care of Xiaoqi, he can't leave you."

He turned around and ordered, "Litian, you should also help Xianhua hold the baby at home, don't let your wife suffer alone."

"Oh, OK," Yang Litian responded quickly, "Xia Hua, you take a break, I'll hold Xiao Qi for a while."

"Yes, that's right." The headman's wife nodded. Litian was a good boy and knew how to love his wife.

"Bo Wen, Li Tian, ​​Xiao Yong, come here." Yang Biao pulled the head of the village and called Bo Wen and the others to go to the study together.

"A few days ago, that Su Zhubu suddenly asked me about Zhao Si being beaten." Yang Biao didn't say anything. He picked up a stack of white paper on the desk, distributed it to the other four people, and wrote on one of the papers.

"What do you mean? He knows that it was us who beat Zhao Si?" Yang Bowen took the brush from Yang Biao and wrote the question on the paper.

Yang Biao took another brush and dipped it in ink. "There should be suspicion, but no evidence."

"Why would they suspect us?" Yang Xiaoyong also took the brush from Yang Biao and wrote his puzzled expression.

"When I was cleaning up the mess, I met Su Zhihe from the patrol team. He must have smelled the blood on the clothes you took off." Yang Biao thought back to that day and remembered that Su Zhihe was sniffing hard. He must have smelled the blood.

"What should we do?" Yang Litian was a little anxious. He couldn't get caught in this matter. If he had a criminal record, his son would have no hope of pursuing a career in politics in the future.

"It seems that all of you should not go to Wenchang County, as it will easily expose your identity." The village head took Yang Litian's brush and said, "For safety reasons, the promotion of Yangjia Village will not go to Wenchang County."

"Does this mean we can never go to Wenchang County again?" Yang Xiaoyong wrote a little frustrated. Wenchang County is still very lively.

"You can go, but you can't go in a group." Yang Biao felt that there was no need to worry. They could live the same life as before.

"I also think that we can't go as a group. Too many people will easily arouse suspicion," Yang Bowen agreed with Yang Biao's point of view. This matter must not be told to anyone, but if they are suspected by the police, it is normal to force them to confess by torture, not to mention that they are not innocent.

"Be careful when you discuss this. The fewer people who know about it, the safer it will be." Yang Biao waited until they finished reading, then tore up what he had written and threw it into the charcoal brazier in the house to burn.

Seeing this, others also tore up the papers they had written on and threw them into the charcoal basin to burn.

"Next time we go to Wenchang County, we will go in groups of two at most. We can't arouse suspicion." Yang Litian wrote another piece of paper.

The others nodded in agreement.

"I want to go to the provincial capital to check out the market. What do you think?" This time Yang Biao spoke. He watched the headman throw the words written by Li Tian into the charcoal brazier, and the fire quickly burned.

"Do you want to go with you, brothers?" Yang Bowen was worried about Yang Biao's safety. There is strength in numbers. The thugs in the city would not dare to cause trouble when they see so many people. He and Yang Biao are within the five generations, so they still have the ties of fellow clan.

"I'll go with you, and I can give you some advice." The village head said, he wanted to use his decades of life experience to teach the young people in the village how to do things. "You three should follow."

"Oh, okay, grandpa!" The three of them said in unison, very happy.

"Let's go and help set the table!" The village head took the lead, opened the door of the study and walked out.

"Oh, the old man looks like he's full of energy." Yang Bowen was surprised when he saw the lively head of the village.

"Uncle village head is in good health." Yang Biao saw the village head walking back and forth beside the table. A man in his sixties looked very energetic.

"Yang Biao, why didn't you invite grandpa to come when you moved into the house?" Yang Zi'an supported Yang Dashan as he walked into the yard, shouting loudly.

"Brother Biao, this..." Yang Bowen and the other two stood in front of Yang Biao, "Yang Zian, today is a good day for Yang Biao to move into the house, you'd better not cause trouble."

"I'm causing trouble?" Yang Zi'an went forward to push Yang Bowen, but he didn't move him. "Although we are cousins ​​within the fifth degree of mourning, this is our family affair. You don't need to interfere."