I began to understand the myriad things by chopping wood

Chapter 76 Everyone adds firewood and the flames rise

Xie Yuan stood up from the kang, thought for a moment, walked to Zhang Yufeng's body, rummaged through his chest for a while, and sure enough, he pulled out a thin booklet from the inner lining.

He nodded slightly. This boxing technique was so powerful and had a profound origin. Moreover, Zhang Yufeng seemed to have been hiding it and practicing it secretly, as if he wanted to give Yu Chunsheng a "surprise" one day, so he would most likely carry it with him.

Xie Yuan took a quick look. Since Zhang Yufeng had sewed the martial arts manual into the interlayer of his underwear, it was kept very secret and not directly damaged during the battle. The booklet was mostly intact, with only a few bloodstains on the cover. However, the paper was of good quality and the blood did not seep into the inside.

He didn't have time to take a closer look, so he put the martial arts skills away first, and then searched briefly. He didn't find any valuable items except for the small pieces of silver and the land deeds.

Xie Yuan turned around and picked up the remaining wine jugs, sprinkled them around the house, and was about to light a fire when suddenly his ears moved. He dodged, walked out the door and into the yard.

The east was just slightly bright and the sky was still dim. A figure was standing in the yard.

Xie Yuan recognized the person and raised his eyebrows.

"Brother Zhu?"

Zhu Dongming was holding a large pot in his hand and nodded:

"You made a lot of noise. I heard it all from over there. I didn't call Chen Yun or Wu Laosi. I just asked Zhou Feng to stay around and not let anyone else join in the fun."

Xie Yuan listened carefully and faintly heard Zhou Feng's voice drifting over with the night wind:
"Nothing, nothing... I fell while walking the dog... Go back to your room and get some sleep, Uncle... Happy New Year..."

Xie Yuan bowed his head. He had saved Zhou Feng’s life, so relatively speaking, he was a more reliable person in the village.

"Brother Zhu, you are thoughtful."

Zhu Dongming shook his head and grinned:
"You are doing good things for the village. Even if I can't help you, I have to help you."

He twitched his nose slightly, then handed a large pot in his hand to Xie Yuan and said:

"This kind of rice wine won't burn well. We need animal oil."

Xie Yuan subconsciously took the pot and looked Zhu Dongming up and down, somewhat unexpectedly:
"Brother Zhu, have you even prepared this?"

"You and Zhang Da both returned to the village for the New Year, and I was wondering if there would be any problems. Then, in the middle of the night, I was half asleep and actually heard some noise. Who else in the village would dare to cause trouble for Zhang on the night of the 30th?"

The hunter showed his keen insight and laughed:
“And if you take action, I know you are sure of it, so I will come to clean up for you.

"I won't go in. I didn't see anything. You sprinkle the oil on the objects to be burned, and then pour it on the four corners and walls. I guarantee that the fire will be strong and burn out everything. Well, you sold me the iron firewood at a low price. My family has a strong fire this winter and my son didn't suffer from the cold. I'll give you a pot of strong fire as well."

Seeing Zhu Dongming waving his hand, he turned around and went out to watch the situation.

Xie Yuan bowed earnestly behind him and carried the pot of animal oil into the house.

The traces could not be covered up. Zhang Yufeng was somewhat of an official, so burning them clean would be the best solution.

Xie Yuan poured the oil as Zhu Dongming said, picked up the candle, stood at the door, glanced at the two bodies lying in the middle, and threw them lightly in his hand.

The candle fell on the corpse, causing a ball of fire to rise up, spreading in all directions and climbing up the wall in a few breaths.

Zhu Dongming was not lying, the fire was really strong.

With flickering flames in his eyes, Xie Yuan turned and left.

After walking a few steps, at a corner of the dirt road, Xie Yuan met Zhou Feng who was leading a hunting dog.

Zhou Feng's dog was originally full of energy, running straight forward with the rope stretched straight. When it jumped out and saw Xie Yuan, it suddenly retracted its fangs, went around behind its owner's legs, and whimpered.

Zhou Feng saw Xie Yuan, who seemed to be just walking his dog in the morning. He ignored the blood on his body and greeted him with a smile:

"Brother Yuan, Happy New Year!"

"Happy New Year, Brother Zhou, thank you for your trouble."

"Of course. Go back and have a rest. We will take care of the rest."

Xie Yuan waved to him and walked towards his home on the hillside.

When he got to the top, Xie Yuan looked back and found that the house in the center of the village, which was about the same size as the village chief's, had turned into a huge fire. The village was in a commotion, and many people came out of their homes, shouting and fetching water from water tanks, wells, and the small river beside the village to put out the fire.

Zhou Feng ran the fastest with the bucket, rushing to the front of the crowd and occupying the most convenient position to fetch water;
Seeing how enthusiastic he is, others would not say anything even if he blocked their way.

He was in the best position, pumping water the slowest, and after everyone had rushed back, Zhou Feng rushed back in a hurry. As a result, he cried out "ouch" and "accidentally" tripped over a rock, and the water spilled all over the ground. The road became very slippery, and Zhou Feng was stuck in the middle, unable to get up for a long time.

the other side.

Zhu Dongming brought a bucket from home. The big bucket of water looked like it could handle the task, but there seemed to be some oil floating on the surface of the bucket.

He poured water on the fire, but the fire did not weaken but instead rose even higher.

Zhu Dongming sneered:
"It's the New Year, please eat some oil."

He carried the empty bucket and walked home leisurely.

It’s not that I don’t want another barrel, it’s just that the oil is gone.

There is no one in the village who blatantly mixes oil like Zhu Dongming, but there are many who slack off.

No matter how much the village chief shouted, there were always some people who walked slowly as if they were taking a walk. When the water came close to them, they did not flow into the house but poured it at their feet.

There were even many people who didn't even bother to listen and just gathered around the house to watch the fun, unable to hide the joy on their faces.

"I heard that those two are in there?"

Someone winked.

"Really?"

"real!"

"Both Zhang brothers are inside!"

"They said they got drunk and had a fight in the middle of the night, and accidentally knocked over the lamp oil, and they didn't climb out!"

"Yes, I heard them nearby!"

"Really burned to death?!"

After confirming that both members of the Zhang family were inside, the onlookers could no longer suppress their laughter and even started clapping.

"Good death, good death! Hahahaha... oooh... my land deed..."

Some villagers whose fields were occupied were crying and laughing.

The land deeds were burned and the land was completely confiscated, leaving them with no possibility of getting it back.

Someone else noticed a box next to the fence at the gate, and curiously pulled it out, opened it, and was suddenly surprised:
"Land deeds! So many land deeds! They are all here!"

The onlookers were shocked and rushed forward immediately, and indeed each of them found their own land deeds.

The villagers were all ecstatic at this, and many of them just felt that God had opened his eyes, and did not think of anything else;
But a few thoughtful people are wondering:
"Why is this box outside?"

The old village chief heard several people muttering, puffed on his pipe, and said slowly:

"It's not uncommon to throw boxes outside during a fight."

Several people looked at each other and nodded silently:

"That's what the village chief said."

Hundreds of people from most of the village were unable to put out the fire. They surrounded the Zhang family's ancestral house, which had been built bigger and bigger over the years, and watched it collapse completely with a loud bang.

(End of this chapter)