Li Junqiang calmed down: "I don't know what crime I committed?"

"What crime?" Fang Chen sneered and said, "You are still pretending to be ignorant. I won't talk about the fact that you preyed on the common people and ran amok in the village, but you and Mu Yifeng collaborated with Mu Yifeng to commit murder and bloodthirsty crimes. The account cannot be ignored.

"

"It's unjust. Although I can't take the blame for this, the man behind the scenes is actually..."

Unfortunately, before Li Jun could finish his words, there was a "plop" sound and a mouthful of blood spurted out. His throat was cut with a sharp weapon. When Fang Chen looked closer, he saw that the thing that cut Li Jun's throat was a leaf.

Everyone couldn't help but take a breath of cold air, what a terrifying master this was.

Fang Chen couldn't help but frown. He suddenly felt a fierce murderous aura, but it was already too late to stop him. This man's martial arts is indeed very high. It is possible that in the late Golden Realm, there is such a thing in Changnan City.

A master is hiding here, but why did he kill Li Jun at the last moment when Li Jun revealed the mastermind behind the scenes? Could it be that he is the mastermind behind the scenes? However, all this is just speculation, and it is unknown. Now all this has happened.

Li Jun's death has become a mystery.

Although Fang Chen was the Grand Marshal of the Tianlong Empire, he was in charge of marching and fighting. He still had no right to interfere with the government affairs of these places. Therefore, he wrote a memorial to describe Li Jun's actions and the ins and outs of them.

After reporting the matter to the emperor, he patted his butt and left.

After staying in Changnan City for a few days, he got up and returned to the small village where he grew up.

After experiencing that catastrophe, the vitality of the small village was severely damaged, and there were still ruins everywhere. There were occasionally children and old people playing at the entrance of the village. Seeing the mighty appearance of Fang Chen and his group, they were so frightened that they hid quickly.

Fang Chen ordered his entourage to stay where they were. He only took Yang Hongbin and a few wives with him.

Fang Chen knocked on the door from door to door, but no matter what he did, he couldn't open it. But Fang Chen still kept calling the door.

He took pictures of several doors and suddenly stopped in front of a village. Fang Chen vaguely remembered that this was the village chief's home.

"Uncle Zheng, I am Xiaotian. My uncle is Xingxiong."

There was a rickety figure behind the door gradually approaching. He lay down behind the crack in the door and looked out. After looking for a while, he opened the door with a trembling voice.

He looked at it carefully for a while and then said: "Xiaotian, it's really you, you're not dead."

"That's right. I'm not dead, Uncle Zheng." Fang Chen said excitedly. Since Xing Xiong's death, Fang Chen has no relatives. Now when he returns to his hometown and sees Uncle Zheng, it is like meeting his relatives.

Uncle Zheng burst into tears: "It's okay if you're not dead. It's okay if you're fine."

People in other rooms also walked out one after another.

"It's Xing Xiong's child."

"Yes, it's true."

The old man burst into tears, and his thoughts seemed to go back to a few years ago:

It was a terrible night. The night was as silent as a pool of stagnant water. Except for the occasional barking dog, the only thing left in the quiet mountain village was the snoring of the villagers. In this remote mountain village like a corner, there was not much.

The most abundant entertainment is only after the lights are turned off, the young couple is in the room, the bed creaking and creating the next generation.

There were dark shadows moving rapidly at the entrance of the village. They had bows and arrows hanging on their backs, and they held big knives in their hands. They were all dressed up in night clothes. They killed people when they saw them. The quiet little mountain village was suddenly awakened. There were torches everywhere.

There were screams, and the whole small mountain village was filled with the smell of blood...

"Grandpa Zheng, don't be sad. I have punished the culprit on the spot. That bastard was actually an army officer. In order to claim credit from the court, he did not hesitate to kill innocent people and used the heads of villagers to pretend to be enemy soldiers. This person has been executed by me.

Cut into pieces with a thousand cuts." Fang Chen's tone was still full of anger, as if he wanted to tear that damn bastard into pieces again before he was willing to do it.

"Really?" the old village chief asked with a mixture of sadness and joy.

Fang Chen nodded affirmatively.

The old village chief and everyone suddenly knelt down towards Fang Chen.

"Everyone, get up, what are you doing?"

"You must accept this obeisance. For several years, everyone has been trying to find out the real culprit and take revenge. Now that you have done it, it is right for you to accept this obeisance." The old village chief led everyone in the obeisance.

Fang Chen couldn't stop everyone, so he hurriedly returned the courtesy. Now Fang Chen is a high-ranking official in the imperial court. He receives many people's worship every day, but he doesn't take it seriously. However, when these fellow villagers bowed to him today, he felt something in his heart.

A trace of uneasiness. Maybe in his heart, he already regarded these people as relatives and elders.

After helping everyone up, Fang Chen looked at the ruins and couldn't help but said sadly: "Why has the village still been in such a miserable state for several years without repairs?"

The old village chief sighed: "In that catastrophe, almost all the young people in the village perished, leaving only the old, weak and sick like us. However, the government ignored this and still forced us to pay heavy taxes and levies.

.The people in the village have had enough to eat, but they haven’t had a second meal. How can they still rebuild their homes? They can only live on these ruins to take shelter from the wind and rain, and live next to each other.”

Fang Chen sighed deeply. He really didn't expect that the people in the village had lived such a hard life in recent years.

God is really unfair. The money for one meal from those officials and wealthy businessmen is probably enough to feed these poor people for ten years, but those people still feel dissatisfied.

"How could this happen?" Fourth Princess Li Man said thoughtfully.

Fang Chen rolled his eyes at Li Man: "Take a good look, this is the Tianlong Empire under your father's rule."

Li Man said aggrievedly: "It's not my fault, why are you yelling at me?"

Cen Ruoxi pulled Li Man's sleeve: "Brother Tian, ​​if you are angry, please don't make Brother Tian angry again."

The fourth princess muttered, holding back and stopped talking.

"Uncle Zheng, I must make sure that everyone has enough food to eat, good clothes to wear, and even more money to repair their homes." Fang Chen solemnly promised. Then he turned to Su Xiaojing and said: "Jing'er, our money

How much money is left in the bag?"

"There are probably one or two thousand taels of silver left."

"Take it out and share it with everyone."

"Yes." Although Su Xiaojing felt that she should save some for expenses, since Fang Chen said so, she couldn't say anything else.

The people in the village had never seen so much silver before, and they suddenly became excited. When they received the silver reward, everyone was even more happy. Some people had never even had the opportunity to see so much silver in their lives.

Fang Chen donated all his money, and then whispered something to Yang Hongbin. Fang Chen kept nodding.
Chapter completed!