The Bully General's Spiritual Husband

Jiang Fu was just about to sneak away from the crowd when Xiao Ju caught him red-handed.

She pointed at Jiang Fu and said to Zhu Wen, "Sir, quickly seize him! He must have been involved in the murder of the master."

Xiao Ju's call made Jiang Fu run even faster.

Upon seeing this, Zhu Wen immediately ordered his men to arrest Jiang Fu, who had fled in panic.

The onlookers all looked towards Jiang Fu's direction.

"Who is that person? What's going on?"

The person in the know explained to everyone, "You don't know this? That's Jiang Fu, the brother of one of Huang Yuanwai's concubines. He's a good-for-nothing who has bullied people in town a lot because of Huang Yuanwai's connections."

"So it was him! He ran away as soon as he saw the officials. He's probably involved in Master Huang's death."

Hearing the commotion outside the mansion, Huang Lianxi followed Steward Huang out.

An hour ago, Huang Nian, who had been unconscious, woke up.

Upon waking up, he heard about what had happened in the mansion. Zhang Langzhong was a famous doctor in the town, so he naturally believed what he said.

Moreover, he couldn't believe that his master, who was perfectly fine when he left, had passed away so quickly.

This filthy mansion is a den of iniquity, and there are quite a few unsavory things going on there.

Take the time when the master went mad last time, for example. None of the concubines in this mansion were easy to deal with! They couldn't wait to marry off the young lady so that they could divide the family property after the master died.

Huang Nian looked at the clever and quick-witted Huang Lianxi. Fortunately, the young lady believed Lin Xing's words and let Doctor Zhang come in to examine the master. Otherwise, it was feared that by the time the master was buried, this matter would still be unclear.

Jiang Fu, who had been caught, said slyly, "It's illegal for officials to watch the excitement, so why are you only arresting me? Everyone else is watching!"

Zhu Wen scolded him, "Why are you running?"

"I... I'm just a coward. We ordinary folks are afraid of you guys with weapons! If you chase me, I'll just run away..." Jiang Fu said shamelessly.

"Enough with the nonsense, take him in. I have something to ask you."

Huang Nian stepped forward and bowed to Zhu Wen, saying, "Thank you for taking the time to come, Officer Zhu. Please come inside."

Huang Lianxi also bowed slightly as a gesture of respect.

Zhu Wen led Jiang Fu, who was shouting that he was wronged, inside. The servants at the gate closed the door, shutting out the crowd of onlookers outside.

After hearing about the affairs of the yamen from He Qi, Li Zhe's gaze grew even colder.

He was filled with remorse; the Five-Stone Powder had taken another life.

"Jiang Su, you three take men and search the entire town to see if there are any people who have been missed. Bring them all to the county government office for safekeeping."

Looking at Cheng Yu, who was standing silently to the side, he said, "Xiao Yu, go to where Yu Ming is staying right now and search to see if you can find any information about the antidote."

Cheng Yu and the others: "Yes."

After everyone left, Li Zhe looked at the cold room and began to miss Yin Baicai and the others.

I have no idea what A-Yin and the others are doing at home; I've been away from home for several days now.

Yin Baicai is directing Wu Maoshan and the others to open the sealed stone kiln!

It's been burning for two days now; theoretically, the charcoal should be ready by now.

Zhang Cui watched expectantly as the stones at the entrance of the stone cave were removed one by one, her hands clenching them tightly.

"Brother Cai, do you think we'll really succeed?"

Before Yin Baicai could answer, her husband shouted with a laugh, "It's done! I see it, it's all charcoal."

"Really? Let me see!" Zhang Cui excitedly ran up and, without caring about getting dirty, scooped up a handful of charcoal and brought it over to show Yin Baicai. "Brother Cai, we really made it! It looks even better than what's sold in town."

Yin Baicai was also infected by her smile and said with a smile, "Aunt Zhang, please put it down quickly, look at your hands, they are so black."

“Brother Cai, this is a treasure.”

"Alright, Uncle Maoshan, you guys bring the charcoal out, let's carry it down the mountain!"

Wu Maoshan nodded, "Okay." With this charcoal, his mother won't get cold when it gets cold.

After several back-and-forth trips, they finally managed to transport the first batch of charcoal down the mountain.

The group suggested leaving their belongings at Yin Baicai's house first, as his yard was large and the walls were high.

To get to Yin Baicai's house, you have to walk through the village center. Many people saw them running back and forth with baskets on their backs and asked curiously, "What are you carrying? Why are you covering them with leaves?" They even reached out to pull them open and take a look.

Yin Baicai quickly dodged away; he was tall, and the woman who asked the question couldn't reach him.

"This has nothing to do with you!"

The woman curled her lip, "Tch, what's so interesting about it? I'm too lazy to look."

After saying that, she turned her head, muttering to herself as she stormed off.

Ever since Yin Baicai learned what the villagers had done to Brother Li Zhe, she has never given them a kind look.

Anyway, we don't have any contact. I'll just live my life behind closed doors and don't want to bother with these cold-hearted people.

And if the villagers knew they had charcoal, they would inevitably come to steal their skills.

Anyway, that's just the kind of person Yin Baicai is. If you treat me with respect, I'll retaliate with even greater respect.

These people in the village aren't worth having him lead them to make money.

Grandma Wu had already boiled hot water for everyone, and Zhou Yu and her brother also came along to carry the charcoal back.

Grandma Wu rushed over to Yin Baicai's house and called to them, "Brother Cai, you need to eat quickly, or the food will get cold."

"coming."

Zhang Cui noticed a round stove in the charcoal storage room of Yin Baicai's house and asked curiously, "Brother Cai, what are you putting in there? It looks really nice."

“That’s a stove, Auntie. It’s perfect for burning charcoal. When it gets cold, you can just put it inside the house and it won’t take up much space.”

This was the first time Zhang Cui had ever seen this stove. They used to burn firewood because they couldn't afford charcoal.

They just scattered some yellow mud on the ground, piled firewood on top, and that's how they kept warm.

"Where did you get it done? I want to get one too someday."

Yin Baicai told her where the stove was made.

Looking at the stove in front of her, Yin Baicai remembered that Li the bully and she had carried it back from the next village together!

This person has been gone for several days now, and I have no idea what they've been doing so mysteriously.

Li Zhe, more than ten kilometers away, sneezed.

I've always been perfectly healthy, so why am I sneezing?

It must be because I haven't been exercising lately.

Thinking about it, Li Zhe turned around and went to the courtyard to practice his fists and feet for a while.

Upon arriving at Yu Ming's residence, Cheng Yu took advantage of the absence of passersby and leaped down, landing steadily in the courtyard.

Pushing open the door, they began searching room by room.

When you're in your study and haven't accomplished anything, it's not easy for your elbow to touch a particular spot.

An entrance, just wide enough for one person to pass through, appeared beneath their feet.

Cheng Yu drew his sword from its sheath and tentatively stepped forward.

The pitch-black secret passage had an eerie atmosphere.

Cheng Yu walked down the stairs quietly, and when he reached the ground, he took out a tinderbox from his pocket and lit it.

What appeared before them was a large red wooden table that could seat more than ten people.

It was piled high with powder used to make Wushi San (a traditional Chinese medicine).

On the table lay a dark yellow parchment scroll. Cheng Yu approached and picked it up.

After a quick glance, I realized that this was indeed the recipe for making Wushi San (Five-Stone Powder).

Cheng Yu suppressed his urge to tear it apart and crumpled it into a ball.

He tucked it into his pocket and looked around to see if there was anything else.