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Chapter 385 This is slander
The leader is a grandpa surnamed Zhou. Since Xiao Yanlang became the parent officer in Jiangdong, their life has been much better. Originally, Grandpa Zhou’s family can’t live anymore. He is already planning to go out of the city by himself before winter comes. It's also good to save a little food for the family, so that his great-grandson who was born less than a year ago can live a few more days.

But who would have thought?Xiao Yanlang just came here and found a job for them. Even he, an old man who is about to decay, can get some money every day, so he doesn't have to worry about food and clothing.

Everyone is offering sacrifices to Xiao Yanlang in private, just hoping that the Qingtian master will be healthy and safe.Mr. Zhou is naturally one of them.But who would have thought that those ancestral halls were still burning with incense, but Xiao Yanlang had already lost all his bones and could not return?
"Speaking of which, Brother Yan, I remember, you and Xiao Yanlang are not from Jiangdong, right? Then why did you come to Jiangdong to be an official?"

Why did Mrs. Zhou ask about this at this time?Is it to put aside the relationship?The son of Mrs. Zhou who was accompanying him tugged on his father's sleeve anxiously, not understanding why his father would say such things at this time.

Butler Yan paused, but he didn't mind, and then told their background.

"Indeed, the young master and I are not the people of Jiangdong. The young master has a hard life, and he was originally from a wealthy family. Unfortunately, the old and young in the family have disappeared due to an epidemic and family struggle. The family's property was snatched up by other big families. , only a useless old man and young master survived."

"At that time, we were all kicked out. We ran all the way to make a living, but we were blindsided and tasted the warmth and coldness of human beings. Only in Jiangdong, we were rescued by the people here. After a full meal, we fell asleep. A good night's sleep. At that time, the people of Jiangdong were not having a good time, but they were still willing to help us. At that time, the young master said that one day when he grows up, he will do something for the people here."

"At the beginning, the young master was the number one scholar, and according to the usual practice, he was going to enter the Hanlin to do the sixth-rank compilation, but he asked to be devolved and came to Jiang Dong to be an official. Day after day, even the old man felt that Jiang Dong was the only one. Like homeland."

The old housekeeper pulled himself out of his memories, looked at the old Mrs. Zhou, and sighed deeply.

"Brother Zhou, this is our own business. Don't worry, I won't implicate you. When we leave, you can sue the officials."

"Butler Yan!"

"Father!"

"Master Yan!"

The sound of stopping all around suddenly rang out.

Old Mrs. Zhou closed his eyes, but when he opened them, those originally cloudy eyes had a thrilling brilliance.

He slowly approached the coffin, and when he saw the headless corpse inside, even though he was prepared, he couldn't help but burst into tears.

"I'm a bad old man, buried up to my neck. If it wasn't for a good official like Mr. Yan, I would have died a long time ago. God, why can't I open my eyes? How could such a good official, Mr. Yan, be returned to death? What? What is corruption and breaking the law, what is the intention of treason, Mr. Yan even refuses to accept the fruits and vegetables we send, even if he accepts it reluctantly, he will quietly give money afterwards. How can such a person, such a good official, be corrupt and break the law? Where did he get corrupted? He is the official of Jiang Dong’s parents, why don’t we know that he has corrupted the law here?”

"This is all slander!"

"Hey, if you want to commit a crime, why don't you have excuses?"

Mrs. Zhou also studied for a few years, but gave up because of bad times.Some of the surrounding people didn't understand what he said, and some of them knew a few words under Xiao Yanlang's hard work, and couldn't help crying bitterly at the moment.

In this world, in this world, why do good people die and bad people live?Could it be that those royal laws were only written for poor people like them?

"Little Yanlang, you have done so much for us Jiangdong people, how can we Jiangdong people forget?! Who can forget?!"

"I won't forget!"

A childish voice sounded, it turned out to be the great-grandson of Mrs. Zhou who was only five years old, and now he was clenching his fist and slamming it towards the sky.At such a young age, I don't even know what court is, but I already know what hatred is.

The little guy doesn't know about the important affairs of his family and country, he only knows that Xiao Yanlang is so good, he opened a lot of kindergartens for these little guys out of his own pocket, and let them eat an egg every day.Let them read and practice calligraphy, let them be considerate of their parents and family...

The child's world is either black or white, Xiao Yanlang is a good person, so those who hurt him are all bad people!
Obviously Master Yan is so good, if he is a girl, she must marry him when she grows up!However, such a good person can only lie in a dark coffin, even his head is gone.

"I want Xiao Yanlang to come back! He must miss us very much! If, if I grow up a little longer, I can go with Xiao Yanlang when he leaves, and I can be a book boy. That way, with me With him, Xiao Yanlang won't, won't die alone in a strange place..."

The child's words were very immature, but they poked the hearts of everyone present.

That's right, their little Yan Lang, their Lord Yan, died alone in a foreign land.How did the adults survive the three months in prison?

When the sky is bright and the sun is shining, they are willing to replace it with their own bodies!But at that time, everyone didn't know, they were all thinking, make preparations for spring plowing, and when Xiao Yanlang returns in spring, let Xiao Yanlang see their efforts and see the beautiful Jiang Dongcheng, here It is the hometown of Xiao Yanlang!
A group of people wiped away their tears silently. Mrs. Zhou glanced at Cui Qinghe, whose eyes were bloodshot and distraught. He was old and had never seen anything before. Knowing that this young child was a little dazed now.So he persuaded him softly.

"Guard Cui, this old man knows that you are a martial artist, but no matter how powerful you are, you have to recharge your energy to do one thing well. The first thing we need to do now is to bring your lord, your head Come back, don’t let him continue to suffer from the wind and frost. Secondly, we must redress our grievances! Even if the emperor on the dragon chair does not admit it, we must let the world know the merits and virtues of the adults, and we must not let future generations use pens and knives to slander the integrity of the adults! "

Old Master Zhou's aging eyes were full of mournful light.

"The more they want to smear your lord's reputation, the more we have to rectify your name! Let everyone know that it was the Beiming court who unjustly killed a unparalleled good official! It was the court, A good official who is ashamed to admit that he is ashamed!"

(End of this chapter)