After the Moon Festival, Yangjiazhai returned to its former peace.

After Yang Xu got up, he had dinner with Huamei, then wiped his mouth and went to the school in Houshanzhulin to continue teaching students.

The villagers who have learned to carve and weave have also become busy again and work hard for a better future.

In the past, Yang Hongyu would also be busy with the villagers among the villages.

Her existence is like a beautiful scenery to Yang Xu. Every time she passes by, she can't help but take a few more glances.

But for some reason, Yang Hongyu disappeared today, so that when Yang Xu taught students, he would always glance out the window, looking absent-minded.

"Something must have happened..."

Yang Xu recalled that when he greeted the villagers along the way, some villagers looked at them strangely. They thought that something was wrong at that time, and it was most likely that they had something to do with them.

Could it be that the villagers have something to hide from themselves?

Everyone is their own people, it would be boring for you to do this...

While Yang Xu was teaching children to read and read in the school, he suddenly heard a rushing sound of gongs coming from the direction of the village.

"What's going on?"

Yang Xu was stunned, and then he found that some older children in the school became nervous.

"Sir, something happened in the village!"

Erya stood up, her little face turned pale.

"Hmm? What's going on?"

As soon as Yang Xu finished speaking, he saw the villagers who were carving and weaving in the bamboo forest. He immediately put down his work and ran towards the mountain village.

Yang Xu has never encountered such a situation since he came to Yangjiazhai, and he feels a little uneasy.

"I heard from my father that when an emergency occurs in the village, I will ring the gong and warn you!"

Erya said while pinching the corner of her clothes.

Yangzhai felt a "kick" in his heart. If what Erya said was true, then something important had happened in Yangjiazhai.

"Go and go and have a look!"

Yang Xu took a group of children out of the school and ran to the clover.

When I arrived in the mountain village, I found that the gates of every household were wide open and there was no one inside.

All the villagers gathered in the open space at the entrance of the village. Everyone held iron forks and wooden sticks and other equipment in their hands, watching the road leading to the mountain with the same hatred.

The woman standing in front of the village people was dressed in white and had a light hair. She was holding a short sword in her left hand, which was exactly Yang Hongyu.

Yang Xing, Yang Jing, Yang Dazhi and others stood behind Yang Hongyu, and everyone was holding sticks and swords.

Although Zhao State has been peaceful for decades, the folk martial arts trend is still prevalent. The people in some places have a tradition of practicing martial arts and self-defense. The government also has a loose control over ordinary swords and other equipment. Only weapons that can be attacked from a distance and have high lethality are not allowed to be owned by private individuals.

Even ordinary swords are not easy to build and ordinary people cannot afford to wear.

The few swords and swords in Yangjiazhai were all left by their ancestors back then, and only Yang Hongyu and others who possessed martial arts skills were available.

Yang Xu squeezed forward from the village people and stood side by side with Yang Xing and others. Looking up, his brows frowned.

I saw that on the only road down the mountain, thirty feet away from the entrance of the village, there were hundreds of people gathered at this moment. Judging from the dress of those people, they seemed to be the constables and yamen runners of this era.

The constables and yamen runners all wore swords. Seeing their fierce eyes and murderous appearance, they knew that the visitor was not good.

"What are these people doing?"

Yang Xu whispered to Yang Xing beside him.

Yang Xing turned his head and looked at him: "Here I want someone."

Yang Xu suddenly realized.

Last night, Zhou Tong, the second son of Zhou Chengde, the inspector of Jinyang City, was captured by them in the village. Yang Hongyu asked Zhou Chengde to come and ask for the people in person. Unexpectedly, the other party came so soon.

"Why do you think you are apologizing for such a mobilization? It seems like you are threatening and intimidating..."

Yang Xu murmured.

Yang Xing sneered: "A group of mobs is just a bluff! We occupy the law. If they dare to force themselves, we will dare to resist. I wish the inspector would not dare to make a big deal. Otherwise, it would arouse civil unrest and he would not be able to take advantage of it!"

Yesterday, when Yang Hongyu and others captured Zhou Tong in the village, Yang Xu was still thinking that the people would not fight with the officials and was a little worried. After hearing Yang Xing's words, he realized that they had already had concerns.

Thinking about it, the inspector brought hundreds of constables and yamen runners to come. Once there was a conflict with Yangjiazhai, hundreds of people would fight each other.

Today, Emperor Long of Zhao Guoqing appointed talented people and worked hard to govern, creating a prosperous situation that had not been seen in a century. If the inspector aroused civil unrest and caused a life of human life, it would be a great event once he reached the heavens' listening, and it would be a great event. It would be light to throw away the black hat on his head.

Yang Hongyu, Yang Xing and others must have considered this point, so they would be fearless and dared to challenge the inspector Zhou Chengde.

When Yang Hongyu heard Yang Xu's voice, he turned around and looked at him, then quickly turned his eyes away and said to Yang Dazhi: "Dazhi, go and call Fugui and bring Zhou Tong here together."

Yang Dazhi responded and left quickly.

"Mr. Yang..."

Yang Hongyu watched Yang Dazhi leave, then looked at Yang Xu again and said softly: "The other party is not kind. If there is a conflict between them, don't hurt you. You... go back to the village first..."

Although her expression was still cold, there was a little more concern in her words.

Yang said that he had never heard her speak so gentlely, and he felt warm in his heart and grinned, "Thank you for your concern! But I am also a member of the village now. If there is something in the village, how can I retreat? I decided to advance and retreat with you!"

Yang Hongyu pondered for a moment, then looked at Yang Xing.

Yang Xing understood what she meant and patted his chest with a smile: "Don't worry, Master Yang has given it to you, and I promise not to let him get hurt at all."

Yang Hongyu nodded, stopped talking, turned to look at the constables and yamen runners thirty feet away, and their eyes became colder again.

At this moment, the constables and yamen runners were in a stir and dodged to both sides, and then a white horse slowly emerged from the crowd.

The man on the horse was wearing a white robe, with sword-browed eyebrows and starry eyes, and his face was like jade. He had a hint of arrogance in his expression. It was Zhou Yi who had met on the banks of the Yishui River and threatened Yang Xu.

"Why is that little white face with greasy head and pink face here?"

When Yang Xu saw Zhou Yi, he was stunned.

"Sir, who do you recognize?"

Yang Xing whispered to the side.

Yang Xu curled his lips: "I recognize it... I think I'm called Zhou Yi, the president of a poetry club, and the four talents..."

Yang Xing's heart moved and recited Zhou Yi's name several times in his heart. He suddenly raised his eyelids: "I remembered... Zhou Yi is Zhou Tong's elder brother, the eldest son of Zhou Chengde, the inspector of Jinyang City!"

Then he touched his chin and said, "Can Zhou Chengde not be able to wipe his face and let his eldest son come over to apologize? Hey... Zhou Yina, who looks young and most likely has a noble and proud personality. Let's see if he can lower his noble head!"

Zhou Yi urged him to step forward, followed by several constables holding swords and swords.

The constables and yamen runners all looked nervous and cautious, as if Yangjiazhai was an ominous place.

It’s not their fault. It’s really the Yangjiazhai area. In the war-torn era before the founding of Zhao, it was a place where heroes gathered in green forests, and everyone was afraid of talking.

After the founding of Zhao State, people were determined, so the heroes of the green forest left and scattered, and some of them left changed to evil and became good, and became naturalized and became good. Only then did the Yangjiazhai area settle down.
Chapter completed!