Chapter 82: The scapegoat appears and flees overnight Liang Qu knew that the earthen house was still there. He could see it at a glance hidden inside the frame of the main house, like a room within a room. He didn't care much about it, as there wasn't anything good in it, just a mattress and some coarse linen clothes. Perhaps the only valuable thing is a pair of treasure fish horns under the rice jar that can be used as medicine. We will go in and take them out later and let the craftsmen dismantle them all. He didn't expect that the villagers would send him rice and flour, and he didn't know how to use them as he was not at home to cook. "How about it, Mr. Liang, take a look, I expanded it according to the second courtyard, and there are two side rooms on both sides of the main house. I don't plan to pave the two open spaces in front of the main house, which are separated by the crossroad, with stone bricks. I will just make them into yellow mud and plant two trees in them. Usually there are two jujube trees, or ginkgo, persimmon, pomegranate, etc., which have good meanings and can provide coolness in the yard in the summer. Of course, it is up to you, Mr. Liang, to decide what to plant." "Uncle Fu, please don't call me Master Liang. You are older than me, so you can't call me that. Just call me Ah Shui like before." Liang Qu knew the craftsman leading the team. His name was Liu Quanfu. He was in his fifties and had excellent carpentry skills. He was considered a famous figure in the town. Several courtyards of the villagers were built by him. It is inappropriate for an elder of this generation to let the other party call him grandpa.
This shows how great an impact the River God Festival has on the villagers. When he first accepted him as a disciple, most of the villagers admired him, but now they are in awe of him, and some elders don't even dare to call him by his nickname. Liu Quanfu naturally didn't dare to do so and tried to refuse, but under Liang Qu's insistence, he could only change his words reluctantly. Liang Qu returned to the old house, took out the Baoyu corners under the rice jar, and put the rice and flour in the jar, along with some miscellaneous things, and planned to put them temporarily in Uncle Chen's house, and just push the old house away. Chen Zhaoan was notified at this time and rushed over after hearing the news. Liang Qu jumped down from the roof and greeted him: "Mr. Chen." "How does the yard look?" "It's so well built. I really don't deserve it. It will take several months, right?" "Hey, you saved everyone's lives, and you also invited a martial arts master to help us. Why wouldn't you be reluctant to spend a few days repairing the house? My grandchildren will have to come over someday! Also, I heard you were back, so I quickly brought you all the money I said I would raise for you, Tongmin." Chen Tongmin, who was following Chen Zhaoan, took out a big purse, but Liang Qu grabbed his forearm. Chen Tongmin struggled subconsciously, but did not move at all. Instead, he took a step back. "Mr. Chen, I didn't intend to ask you to help me build such a large yard. The wood and bricks must cost a lot of money, right? Who will pay for it?" "Our village elders each contributed a portion, and Lord Xue from the town and Lin Di from the fishing shed also sent a lot of things after hearing about it." Liang Qu was silent for a moment and then nodded: "Don't give the money for now, leave it for everyone's wages. You need to provide two meals, which must be dry rice. First, use the rice and flour donated by the villagers, and add ten coins a day. If there are elderly people at home, fifteen coins a day. It’s not a lot of money, just consider it a token of my appreciation. If there is any surplus after the house is built, please return it to me.” Several men who were moving wood in the house couldn't help swallowing their saliva after hearing this! Is there any rice? Liang Qu was talking to the village elders, so they naturally didn't dare to interrupt, but just looked forward to it in their hearts. Chen Tongmin came closer and lowered his voice: "You can't do that. If we pay them by the day, they might get lazy and waste their time."
Liang Qu smiled and said, "Then wouldn't it be a big trouble for Brother Tongmin to help me take care of it?" "Ah this." Chen Zhaoan was happy that his grandson could communicate more with Liang Qu, and urged him, "If you insist, then Tongmin, you should help more. You don't have anything to do in the winter, right?" Chen Tongmin had no choice but to agree. Liang Qu's status in Yixing City is very special now. He can be said to be on an equal footing with all the village elders. This is very rare within a thousand miles. Before the River God Festival, Liang Qu's status was higher than that of all the villagers, but he was still inferior to the village elders. It has nothing to do with status, identity, or strength; there is only one reason - morality. The elderly, especially those with strength and background, naturally occupy a superior moral position. Every year the king would go to the school to entertain the elders and watchmen, and personally cut the meat, dip it in sauce and hand it to the elders as a sign of respect. Unless Liang Qu is powerful enough to overthrow the entire Dashun Dynasty, or become a barbarian, he can only act based on the social rules. This set of behaviors can be both good and bad. The benefits are obvious. The fact that Liang Qu was accepted as a disciple is proof of this. His equipment that is suitable for fighting at a higher level is all the result of this behavior. The disadvantages are also obvious. If the village elders want to suppress others, they can just say that the others have bad morals. It is very simple. But after the river god sacrifice, Liang Qu, who saved everyone's life, suddenly came to the forefront of morality! The village elders want to frame him without any reason, but they need to consider who is more qualified! So cool! There are benefits to doing this. Apart from anything else, if any bandits want to attack in the future, Liang Qu can gather the people and call for help, and the villagers will definitely listen to him. Or like today, even without any salary, there are still many people willing to help him build a house. After quickly looking at the house, Liang Qu left amid everyone's compliments and rowed back to Pingyang Town. I have been away for two hours and I wonder if the two brothers have found any additional clues. He had to hurry up and make up the numbers. Maybe, like searching the mountains and conquering demons, he could do nothing and still get a big benefit. Zhao Mansion. "Sir, something bad has happened. The place where I raise mountain ghosts in Pingyang Town has been destroyed! What should I do?" The scene outside was very beautiful. Mr. Zhao, who was rumored to be a homosexual, broke into the house and even rolled over and crawled to hug the thighs of the man in the room. Zhao Hongyuan is over sixty years old, but he is very fat. On the contrary, there are no wrinkles on his face and his face is as rosy as a baby. At this moment, he is crying to a man in black clothes. "What are you doing? What are you doing? You snot, snot!" Huang Zejun retreated in disgust, kicked Zhao Hongyuan away, and asked, "What den was taken down? Explain it clearly! You are over 60 years old, how can you not be calm at all!?" Zhao Hongyuan sobbed and told the story in a disjointed manner about how the disciples of Yang's martial arts school attacked the Fahua Temple and killed more than a hundred mountain ghosts. Huang Zejun was stunned: "We're about to pick the fruit, and you're causing this kind of trouble?" "I didn't expect that either." Zhao Hongyuan looked anxious, "That's why I invited the envoy. How about we start early?" Influenced by Zhao Hongyuan, Huang Zejun was also very anxious.
"This is different from the time we had previously agreed on." "The longer we delay, the more dens we will uncover. Will we be able to get enough embryos to make pills by then?" Huang Zejun was extremely anxious, and with Zhao Hongyuan constantly instigating him, he felt guilty and restless, and agreed to it for some unknown reason. Zhao Hongyuan was delighted, but tears welled up on his face: "It's all my fault. I didn't handle things properly, causing a big disaster and delaying important matters in the sect." "It's too late to hold anyone accountable. You've worked so hard for the church for so many years. Even if you haven't made any contributions, you've worked hard. At least the plate has been laid out. In the morning for two days, the impact shouldn't be too great." "Now my old body is of no use. With you here, everything will be safe. I really want to see the old mother's divine figure as soon as possible and serve her day and night. Is that possible?" "Well, I know you are devout. I will go and arrange a ship for you to return to my sect as soon as possible." (End of this chapter)
