On her wedding night, she went into exile with her pharmacy arsenal

Yinding took his men to secretly check three villages, starting with Zhaojiazhuang.

The secret guard asked in a low voice: "Why do we have to start from here? Sunjiazhuang is close to the mountain and the terrain is complicated. Isn't it more suspicious?"

Yinding patted the starling on his shoulder: "I can't really say, it's just my intuition. The princess said that we should trust our intuition."

"Besides, we are looking for lost bodies, not for mines or treasures. What's the point of the complicated terrain?"

"That's right," the secret guard nodded and said no more.

Several people followed Yinding into the village, and Yinding released the starling: "Go!"

Zhao Dabao doesn't have a fixed day to go home, and his parents and neighbors are used to it.

I got home and knocked on the door, but no one opened it.

He couldn't help but feel a little anxious. He should be at home at this time, where was he?

Did something happen?

Zhao Dabao couldn't wait and climbed over the wall into the yard.

The yard was quiet and there was indeed no one there. However, the things in the house were neatly arranged as usual, and there were no signs of a fight.

I went into the house and it was clean, so he must not be at home.

He breathed a sigh of relief, opened the door from the inside, let the two brothers come in first, and prepared to discuss with the three of them how to investigate.

Before I even entered the door, someone from the neighbor's house came out.

"Dabao is back? Your parents are not at home."

Zhao Dabao quickly asked: "Do you know where they went?"

"I know," the neighbor coughed a few times, "The great man Zhao from the village passed away, and his family held a funeral. Many people went. If I hadn't been sick and worried about passing on my illness to others, I would have gone too."

"Mr. Zhao passed away?" Zhao Dabao was surprised.

I suddenly heard it and felt a little sad.

Mr. Zhao is not just a title, he is truly kind and most people in Zhaojiazhuang have benefited from his kindness.

The same was true of Zhao Dabao's family. When he was a child, his family did not have enough food. He was born with a big physique, so he ate a lot and was often hungry. When he was really hungry, he would go to Zhao Dashan's house and he never came out empty-handed.

The Zhao family would open a porridge shop from time to time and give out rice. During the Chinese New Year, they would slaughter a pig and give each household something so that everyone would not have a hard time at the end of the year.

Therefore, everyone in the village respected him very much, and when he passed away, almost every household sent someone to help.

Zhao Dabao thanked his neighbor and whispered to his two brothers, "Let's go and have a look. There are many people in the village here. Maybe we can find out something."

The three of them walked together and quickly went to Zhao's house.

Yinding and his men followed behind.

There was no need to look for it; it was the liveliest place in the village. Even before you got close, you could hear funeral music and crying.

Zhao Dabao asked his two brothers to hide their horses and weapons so as not to alarm the villagers, and then asked his two brothers to disperse into the crowd.

"We'll meet at the door in two quarters of an hour to see if you find anything."

"it is good."

The three of them dispersed, and Zhao Dabao went to find his parents.

His parents also had red eyes and were helping to move tables, chairs and benches.

I was also surprised to see him come back.

His father pulled him aside and said, "Now that you are back, go and kowtow. Without them, you wouldn't be where you are today."

Zhao Dabao nodded, followed his father to the mourning hall, and kowtowed several times respectfully.

The white candles were burning high, the aroma was lingering, and paper money was constantly in the brazier.

Zhao Dabao sighed a few times and stood up.

Mr. Zhao's wife, Old Lady Zhao, came over and helped him up.

"Good boy, get up quickly."

"My old lady, please accept my condolences."

Madam Zhao said lovingly, "You are so thoughtful that you came all the way back. Let's have some offerings later."

Zhao Dabao felt a little ashamed. He didn't come back on purpose and even wanted to look for clues here, but the old lady asked him to eat the offerings.

According to local customs, eating the fruits offered on the altar of deceased elders will bring long-lasting blessings and help you avoid disasters in the future.

"Thank you, madam."

Zhao Dabao followed his father out of the mourning hall.

"Dad, how did Mr. Zhao die?"

"He's old, and he has an emergency. I heard he wasn't in good health a few days ago. Alas."

Zhao Dabao glanced at the mourning hall and asked, "Why isn't Mr. Zhao here?"

The eldest son of the Zhao family is the eldest son of Mr. Zhao, a kind man. When Mr. Zhao got older, most of the family affairs were taken care of by him. Like father and son, they are both very kind to the villagers.

"Yes, I am also very sad. I have to take care of so many things. I just fainted. I was sent to the back for treatment and rest for a while."

"His son hasn't come back yet, and he's been urging us again and again. I don't know if he can catch up."

Zhao Dabao remembered that the eldest son of the Zhao family had two sons and one daughter. The eldest son was studying, the second son was doing business, and the daughter was already married.

The one who hasn't returned yet should be the second son.

"Where did he go? For something as big as the death of my grandfather, why can't he come back?"

"I heard that we were going to do business outside the Great Wall. This trip was a long one, and we didn't know about this before we left."

Zhao Dabao wanted to ask more, but when he turned around, he saw Young Master Zhao coming out again, supported by a servant. He looked haggard, and his eyes were red and swollen like peaches.

Zhao Dabao sighed inwardly and pulled his father to a relatively quiet corner.

"Dad, has anything unusual happened in the village recently?"

His father looked puzzled and didn't react: "We are just ordinary people living our lives, what's so unusual about that?"

"Like, has anyone's home been robbed? Has anything valuable been lost?"

"No, I haven't heard of it. Why?"

"Well, have you heard that there's something wrong with someone's grave?"

His father was shocked: "What's wrong with the grave? What nonsense are you talking about? How can there be a problem with the grave?"

Zhao Dabao couldn't say it clearly: "As long as there is no problem, it's good."

"Think about it again. If there are other things, or if they are strangers or people you don't know, they all count."

His father thought about it for a while, but still shook his head. His mother came over and said, "How could there be no one? A few days ago, two people came by to beg for food. They said their family had suffered a disaster and they were fleeing famine."

His father also remembered: "Yes, yes, that's right, there were two such people, and your mother gave them two steamed buns."

Zhao Dabao thought: "This is not the harvest season, nor is it the flood season. What kind of disaster could it be? Besides, why would they flee to our place? It's freezing and snowy, so it's warmer here. Shouldn't they flee to the rich land south of the Yangtze River?"

The old couple were stunned and looked at each other.

It does make sense.

"Dabao," his timid mother asked in a low voice, "Then... Dad and I don't know either, and we didn't help them do anything. They won't arrest us, right?"

"That won't happen," Zhao Dabao consoled. "Think about it carefully. Whether they said anything or did anything, even a small action or a casual remark, all count."

The two men realized their son's words didn't seem like a joke and racked their brains to recall.

Outside the door, Yinding and two secret guards also pretended to be ordinary villagers. They took out a few pieces of white cloth, wrapped them around their waists, and walked into the yard.

The starling perched on the treetop below the steps in front of the mourning hall.

Yinding sniffed and smelled the fragrance wafting from the mourning hall.

This smell... is very familiar.