Wu Tang Flourishing age

"Luoyang, you should be careful of Li Pingwu. If he says it's not over, it must be over."

When Li Luoyang was about to leave the ancestral temple with Li Guo, Li Baoshan suddenly opened his mouth to remind him.

"Oh?"

Li Luoyang really doesn't know enough about people like Li Pingwu. So he stopped and waited to listen to Li Baoshan. It's not a bad thing to know himself and the other.

"Li Haoyun is dead. The most sad person is not Li Pingwu, but his aunt. Do you know where Li Pingwu's aunt is from?"

Li Luoyang shook his head. He really didn't know that.

"His mother-in-law's family has a wide range of ways in the county. Although she has not become an official, there are many relationships in three classes and six rooms. Didn't master Wu just say the prison? If the county government prison intervenes, I guess Li Guo will suffer."

"I'm not afraid! The fact is that I didn't kill Li Guo. They can't beat him to death!" Li Guo said loudly, but Li Luoyang pushed him away. His mind is useless. It's the right way to deal with it honestly.

"Don't say it's your family. Even if all the people in the whole village add up to have less influence in the county and city than his mother-in-law and aunt, so you really shouldn't let Li smoke just two slaps."

"Life should be a hero and death a ghost hero. I'm not afraid!"

"Brother, can you shut up first?"

Li Luoyang reluctantly pushed Li Guo aside and whispered, "my mother doesn't know you're safe. Go home first."

"Mother? Yes, I'm going back to reassure my mother. Won't you leave Luoyang?"

"I have something else to do. You go first and I'll be right back."

"That's good."

After sending off Li Guo, Li Luoyang chatted with Li Baoshan again.

The background of Aunt Li Baoshan is indeed beyond Li Luoyang's imagination. How can the ugly Li Pingwu get a wife in the county and still a family with voice in the county.

"Patriarch Grandpa, the truth has been revealed. Their correct way should be to find the real murderer?"

"That's right, but your last two slaps really shouldn't have been hit." Li Baoshan shook his head.

"On this point, I agree with Li Guo. As a man, if he doesn't even have the courage to revenge, it's really sad."

"But forget it, you are still young." at this point, Li Baoshan carried his hands and shook his head, obviously feeling that he had nothing to do with Li Luoyang.

"I said I was young, but I left. I can't see the way in the dark. If I were a child, I wouldn't be scared to death!" looking at his back dissolved in the dark, Li Luoyang couldn't help muttering. Of course he wouldn't be afraid of the dark. He's a person who has died once. What else is worth his fear?

Although it is still in the dead of night, and even the lights are unknown, Li Luoyang's mood is relaxed. Even if it is the background of Aunt Li Pingwu, Li Luoyang is not very worried. What really needs attention is the person who secretly attacked Li Haoyun.

What is his purpose? Is it aimed at Li Guo or Li Haoyun? Judging from the current situation, the latter is more likely.

"Luoyang!"

The sudden voice frightened Li Luoyang, and the condescending figure almost didn't cover Li Luoyang.

"Your honest uncle? Why are you here?" Li Luoyang breathed a sigh of relief by holding down his chest. Blacksmith Li honest is an acquaintance of Li Luoyang in Li family village.

"Luoyang, that iron needle"

Li Chengcheng, who was tall and strong, didn't match his appearance. His expression could be described as shy. As soon as he hesitated, Li Luoyang smiled.

"Uncle honest, this matter has nothing to do with you. Are you Li honest? If you can lie, can you call Li honest?"

"Luoyang, don't you blame me?"

"How could it be? What you said is the truth. I have no reason to blame you. And you see, I'm still free with Li? The truth is the truth, and it will come out sooner or later."

"Luoyang, it's very kind of you to think so."

Joy flowed in Li's honest and honest voice. Five strong fingers fell on Li Luoyang's shoulder, "I cooked meat at home and invited you to eat."

"Now?"

Theoretically, the best thing li Luoyang should do now is to go home, but he is really hungry. When he came out, Lin Luoshui was stewing radish with big bone soup, but compared with large pieces of meat, the attraction of bone stewing radish is undoubtedly much smaller.

"Good mutton."

"Then go."

The desire for food is the biggest similarity of most civilians living in this era. Although Li Luoyang once had good clothes and food in his previous life, the more that, the more difficult it is to accept the poverty of food types in this era. He has more than once expected to go to the big cities of this era as soon as possible, and the purpose is only because the big cities will not lack food, let alone chefs who process top food ingredients.

In future generations, any food materials in this era are top-level, pure natural and pollution-free. In future generations, such vegetables and fruits are extremely expensive. If the price is very cheap, there is only one possibility - you find the wrong supplier.

The biggest advantage of the blacksmith shop is that it has a long open fire. Although Li Chengcheng is a blacksmith, he has excellent knife skills. You can see from the eye-catching goat head next to him that it is a piece of shredded meat without waste.

The strong fragrance seduced Li Luoyang. Li Chengcheng ran in and was busy. He didn't let Li Luoyang move a finger. The steaming mutton soup was already in front of him. He took a deep breath. He only felt that 360000 pores of his body were dilated, dispersing a lot of the cold in the middle of winter.

"Why don't you eat?"

"I ate it."

Li Cheng smiled and patted his stomach to corroborate his words.

"To be honest, you can't be dishonest. Let me ask you again, are you hungry?"

"I'm a little hungry, but I can't help it." Li Chengcheng replied with an embarrassed face.

"How can you bear hunger? I'll get you dishes and chopsticks!"

This time, Li Luoyang didn't let Li Chengzhen move again. He went to get the dishes and chopsticks himself, and put a big piece of mutton in Li Chengzhen's bowl.

"Is everything all right?"

After a few mouthfuls, Li Chengcheng asked in a low voice.

"I don't know yet." Li Luoyang swallowed a mouthful of hot mutton and answered repeatedly. He didn't need to lie in front of Li Cheng. The destructive power of women's madness is often difficult to predict, which Li Luoyang has realized for a long time.

"Honest uncle, let's not mention those annoying things. Did I bother you to get something the other day?"

"It's done, it's done." Li Chengzhen wiped his greasy hands on his apron and stood up. He hurried to the storage room. When he came back, he held a wooden plate with a dark guy in his hand.

It's still a time to believe in "one inch long and one inch strong". Few people will specially study the guy with a length of about ten feet on the plate. The whole body is made of fine iron, even the handle is no exception. It's just to punch a hole in the last part. Li Chengcheng doesn't know what use this hole is.

Fortunately, he is not a curious person. He just builds according to the legend of Li Luoyang's painting to meet Li Luoyang's requirements as much as possible.

"Good thing."

Li Luoyang exclaimed and was about to reach for it. Li Chengzhen turned away and let Li Luoyang catch it empty.