I sell hot pot in Dasong [farming]

The official was ill, anxious and unconscious.

All his life, he was benevolent, frugal, self-denying, and accepting advice humbly, all for the sake of his fame before and after his life. He didn't realize that when he got old, he was scolded by the people as a "monarch of no morals"!

The originally hale and hearty old man, as if suddenly lost his energy, turned gray overnight.

Tang Xuan went back to Bianjing overnight, but didn't come back the next day, and only sent a letter to Sinan.The official is seriously ill and can't get out of bed. He is worried and has to take care of him himself.

Simon was also very disturbed.

In the history he is familiar with, there are still a few years before the death of the official family, but this is a parallel world, so there is no guarantee that there will be any accidents.

He didn't sleep all night, sitting on the bed thinking about it.

It stands to reason that during the harvest season, in order to prevent wild animals from destroying the farmland, there will be people on duty day and night. Even if it is burned due to thunder and fire, it should not be burned overnight.

What's more, it rained immediately after the thunderstorm. As long as the fire is put out in time, there will be no harvest.

The more Si Nan thought about it, the more something was wrong, so he decided to go and see for himself.

He had already inquired in advance that the place where the fire first started was thirty miles east of Luoyang City, a "incense fire field".

The so-called incense field is actually the land donated to the monastery by the government or wealthy households. It is planted by people hired by the monks in the monastery, free of tax.

That temple is called "Da'an Temple", and it has been the most popular place around Luoyang in recent years.

It is said that the monks in the courtyard are merciful and take in homeless refugees or scholars who come to Luoyang to study for exams all year round.Moreover, fortune-telling by drawing lots is very effective, even such things as the loss of a child and the escape of a pig can be calculated.

Therefore, it is quite trusted by the people.

Another Buddhist temple.

Another monk.

Thinking of Quan Dao and Qianlong Sect, Sinan couldn't help feeling bad.

He changed into dusty clothes, smeared his face black, dressed up as a farmer, and went to Da'an Temple for a tour.

Sure enough, as the diners said, Da'an Temple has now become a gathering place for the surrounding people. Almost all the farmers whose fields and houses were burned down live in the temple.

Si Nan hid in the dark, looking at the situation in the temple calmly.

Da'an Temple was built on the outskirts of the city, covering a very large area, with a spacious courtyard with five entrances, the main hall facing the south, dozens of monk's houses on the east and west sides, and pig yards and vegetable gardens in the backyard.

There were so many defectors that the monk's house was full, so the villagers set up shacks in the courtyard.

Looking around, the huge courtyard is full of low grass nests, like a big haystack hollowed out, crowded with a family of young and old.

They fled in a hurry in the middle of the night, and most people didn't even change their clothes. Regardless of men, women, or children, they all had black soot all over their heads and faces. Si Nan was considered extremely fair and decent.

Strangely, the fire broke out in the middle of the night, destroying farmland and houses, but no one was injured or injured.

If this incident was really done by the Qianlong Cult, Sinan really wanted to thank them, at least he knew how to take human lives into consideration.

Si Nan found a place where no one was around, made his clothes more ragged, grabbed some plant ash and sprinkled it on his head.

I accidentally inhaled it into my nose and almost choked myself to death.

He leaned on the tree trunk and coughed desperately, and suddenly a chuckle came from behind him.

Si Nan's heart trembled, he turned his head to look, and saw a monk wearing a monk's robe.At first glance, it looks familiar, but if you look closely, you are sure you don't know it.

Si Nan suppressed the surprise in his heart and said nothing.

He wasn't sure how much his little action was seen by the other party just now, whether it aroused his suspicion.

The monk didn't say anything, just smiled and pointed outside, beckoning him to go out, with a kind attitude.

Si Nan hurriedly pretended to be panicked, waved his hands, and said in not-so-standard Luoyang: "I'm sorry, sorry, I got lost for a while and disturbed Master Qingxiu."

The monk smiled and performed a Buddha ceremony.

He remained silent, save for that initial muffled laugh.

Si Nan guessed that he probably practiced "shut-up meditation".He didn't dare to stay, and hurried back to the outer courtyard.

Just at lunch time, the monks in the temple came out carrying wooden barrels and distributed porridge and vegetable cakes to the refugees.

Si Nan slumped his shoulders, bent his body, and blended in with the refugees.

He glanced around, lined up behind a middle-aged man with a simple and honest face, pretended to bump into him casually, and said hastily: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I got a little confused when I came together."

The man was really kind-hearted, so he hurriedly helped him and let him stand in front of him, and said kindly, "You look skinny, haven't you eaten a few meals?"

Si Nan shook his head with a wry smile, and said sincerely, "Oh, I just came here, but I suffered."

The man sighed, "It's not easy, but fortunately, Mr. Buddha has a kind heart and cares about the common people in the world, unlike... that one."

Si Nan frowned, Master Buddha?

What the hell is it called!

He didn't correct the man's derogation of the official family, and asked seemingly unintentionally: "Uncle, how did you escape? Did you hurt someone in your village?"

"No, there wasn't any. I was falling asleep when I heard a gong sound. When I opened my eyes, I saw the flames soaring into the sky. The chief Bao led everyone to run north. No, they came here."

Si Nan frowned, came from the south?

Didn't the fire start from Da'an Temple?

The man looked at his expression and asked, "Why, your village has been burnt down?"

"No, just like you, it was the chief security officer who woke us up." Sinan pretended to be calm, "Amitabha, the Buddha is merciful and merciful, protecting us!"

It happened that it was their turn to receive the meal, and the monk who served the porridge heard this and couldn't help but look at Sinan twice, "Is the donor a layman who leads the cultivation?"

Si Nan showed a foolish smile, and replied in a hoarse voice: "When grandma was around, she often talked about it, so she knew something."

The monk nodded and didn't ask any more questions, but he deliberately stirred the porridge when serving it, and gave Sinan a bowl of thick one.

But the man behind him was so envious, he smiled and said: "My brother is born handsome, even the Buddha prefers it."

Si Nan glanced at the skinny little girl behind him, grinned, covered her stomach and said, "Uncle, can you please change it with me? I haven't eaten for a few meals, and my stomach is weak, so I need some water The porridge is so moist, it might be too thick to bear at first."

The man was stunned, "Is there such a saying? It was also your grandmother who said it?"

"Uncle, you are so smart, you can guess right." Sinan blinked and handed him the thick porridge in his bowl.

The man scratched his head, quite embarrassed, as if he had taken advantage of it.

Si Nan drank the bowl of porridge in one go, and found an excuse to leave the monastery.

Behind the monastery is the incense field. Many people scavenged in the fields, trying to see if there were any surviving ears of grain. However, they were doomed to be disappointed.

This fire was so evil that it burned all the millet, leaving not a single grain of chestnut rice.

Si Nan didn't rush into the crowd, but went around to the other side and found the field that was the first to catch fire and was also the most severely burned field.

As the scavengers said, the stalks were not completely burned, but the ears of grain were burnt.

The vast expanse of fields should have been golden with rolling waves of valleys, but at this moment, it was scorched black, filled with smoke and dust, and the oppressive and deadly atmosphere seemed to surround from all directions, converging on the faces of those sad and old scavengers.

Seeing it with my own eyes, the visual impact was enormous, and Sinan's heart ached.

He took back what he said earlier.

If this incident was really done by the Qianlong Sect, he would definitely convince the officials and kill them!

For the sake of selfish desires, to do such outrageous things, if this kind of person is really allowed to become the emperor, how can the common people survive? !

Si Nan calmed down, and wanted to look for any clues.

Leng Bu turned his head and saw a familiar figure.

It was the monk who practiced the closed mantra just now!

I don't know what happened, the other party is running along the field ridge, there is no one behind, what is he running?

This scene was so weird that Sinan subconsciously ran after him.

What's even more strange is that after running for about two miles and bypassing several dilapidated huts, the monk suddenly disappeared!

Sinan even searched the grass shed but found no one.

Could it be that he made a hole in the ground and ran away?

He subconsciously looked at the ground under his feet, and was surprised to find that there were ruts!The mark was very shallow, as if it had been wiped off on purpose, but it was not wiped clean, and it extended along the field ridge to the official road.

Not one or two roads, but staggered in a messy way, as if seven or eight cars drove by together.

Si Nan squatted down and looked carefully. It looked like a wooden wheel with rivets, two feet wide and three feet six inches in diameter. It was specially used in the army to pull grain and grass!

sky fire...

Farmland was destroyed...

Ears of corn turn to ashes...

The straw is not burned...

Thousands of farmers have no casualties...

There are ruts on the ridge...

Si Nan suddenly had a bold idea.

If his guess is correct, this "sky fire" is definitely not accidental, but man-made!

It was as if there was a big hand guiding him forward step by step.

Si Nan didn't care whether the hand was black or white, so he could only hold it firmly, racing against time.

He found the staff left by Tang Xuan, and told them his guess in detail, hoping that they could investigate along this line of thought.

The leader of the team happened to be Lin Zhen. He didn't say much, but his meaning was very clear: "What Si Xiaodong's family wants me to do, just tell me directly."

Si Nan waved his hand, and said politely: "You are the personal officials of the Imperial City Department, and all of you have higher titles than me. I am a commoner, and I dare not give orders."

Lin Zhendao: "You can, the county king is not here, you are the leader of this mission."

Si Nan was taken aback for a moment, and asked, "Is it... the king of the county confessed before he left?"

Lin Zhen shook his head, "It's what the officials said."

Before the team set off, the officials specifically confessed that they should treat Sinan as they treated Tang Xuan. If Tang Xuan and Sinan had a disagreement, they would listen to Sinan.

Of course, this is unlikely to exist.

Simon couldn't help being moved.

He didn't expect that the officials said they wanted him to avoid suspicion, but actually trusted him so much.

Si Nan took a deep breath, and said decisively: "Since that's the case, I'd rather be respectful than obedient."

Everyone waved their hands and said yes.

Si Nan said: "Next, we have to do three things: first, find out where the ruts are, and judge whether my guess is correct; The most important thing is to reverse the folk rumors as soon as possible, so that the officials can feel at ease."

Lin Zhen paused, and said: "The first two are easy to talk about, as for the rumors...does Si Xiaodong have a good opinion?"

The Imperial City Secretary is good at investigating cases, but it is really not good to engage in public opinion, especially the soldiers brought out by Tang Xuan, like their boss, are straight men of steel who can't bend their minds. Even if the person wins, he wins.

Si Nan curled his lips and said, "There are no good ideas, but there is one bad move."

The relatives were refreshed.

I like Si Xiaodong's "damage move" the most!

Si Nan said slowly: "Use the spear of the son to attack the shield of the son."