As Mang said, the path in the rice field is extremely narrow. If two people don’t want to fall down, they can only hug each other.

Sang hugged Zhao Zimai's waist, inserted his finger into the belt around his waist, and hugged his body tightly. The freed hand pushed the rice fields for a while and pushed it in another direction, until the real fire spurted out of the palm ignited the entire rice fields, and the rolling smoke burst into the sky, inlaid with a thick layer of black in the already dark sky.

It did this very seriously, because although the scarecrow fell into the rice fields, it might not be burned. It was afraid that he would suddenly jump out and beat them by surprise. What's more, they are now surrounded by thousands of insects. If one of them becomes a fish that was caught, it is fine, Zhao Zimai, the mortal body, cannot stand it. However, the person who was held by it, his mind had already floated nine days away. His hair rubbed against his chin, which was a little itchy, but it was far less turbulent than the commotion in his heart.

Zhao Zimai hated him a little, why at such a critical moment, he was thinking about these messy things. But now it hugged him so tightly that even a monk who entered the Empty Sect would not be unable to think about it, let alone the person he would never forget in his dreams.

"Go ahead."

Zhao Zimai closed his eyes, put his heart forward, and held his hands towards its waist. However, before he touched its clothes, he sighed and put down his hands awkwardly. Even though he saw many men and women in foreign countries, he still dared not act rashly in front of it.

How dare you? A fatal thing.

When his heart was shaking, a few screams suddenly came from afar, and the fire broke out. When the sound floated to his ears, it was already low and unheard, but Zhao Zimai still caught it keenly. He raised his head and saw a figure standing by the rice fields, waving his arms hard at them.

***

"Did you burn this rice field?" The old farmer looked at the flames rising in front of him, turned his gaze back, and looked at the two of them repeatedly for a few rounds.

"Yes." Sang said a word coldly.

"How is that possible?" The old man laughed silently, lit his fingers at the rice fields a few times, then suddenly put away his smile, looked at the two of them lying on the monsters, "How is it possible? This straw is weird, I don't know how many people have been killed, and it cannot be pulled clean or burned..."

Sang Youyou sneered, "There are monsters, but I just catch monsters."

The old man swallowed, his eyelids blinked a few times, looked at the rice fields again, and said dryly, "If we had known that one day, we wouldn't have to leave our hometown and escape to another place."

"Old man, do you... recognize the owner of this house?" Zhao Zi took a step forward and his eyes closed the old man's yellow eyes.

Hearing this, the old man suddenly panicked and raised it in one breath. He hadn't let it go for a long time, as if he was immersed in some kind of terrifying memory.

"Their family is all weird, Xiao Liu is particularly weird. That child not only knows some evil ways and secret techniques of Yin and Yang, but also turns his parents into scarecrows. Did you see those two monsters just now? He sat upright at home during the day and did not move at night, and came out to eat people... They were made of straw in this field, and this rice field belongs to their family, but this rice field never produces grain. The rice ears grow all over the insects..."

"Where did Xiaoliu go later?"

"Although the child is of low seniority, he is actually not a few years younger than me. He is evil, but his brain is very useful. I heard that he was admitted to the juren and became an official in the capital... When he was young, we were afraid of him, and no one dared to play with him, but," said the old man, looking at Zhao Zimai and Sang meaningfully, and smiled with a trembling voice, "There are people outside the heavens, and today I have seen them. It turns out that there are still people who can hold on to him. You two not only burned his rice fields, but also dared to walk in the fields... that kind of thing..., old man, I have seen it a lot..."

Zhao Zimai: "..."

***

In the hall, Gong Mingzhu, who had not been to court for many days, walked out of the ministers, walked step by step towards the empty dragon chaise in front of her, and knelt down heavily to the figure behind the curtain.

"For the sake of his own self-interest, Zhao Wen'an, the Minister of Military Affairs and Prime Minister, was plotted to murder important officials of the court and his confidants. Their positions should be corrected and the ministers should not be accused of Zhao Wen'an's family. Is there any reason to beg for the Queen Mother's Holy Tribute, and I would like to attach a piece to the memorial."

The sound is like a bell, not like a bedridden person at all.

"Mr. Gong, are you going to impeach Zhao Wen'an?" The person behind the curtain asked softly.

"yes."

The word came out of Gong Mingzhu's mouth, and a whisper suddenly arose, and the sound became louder and louder. In the end, it turned into a series of disregarded arguments.

"Mr. Zhao is an important official of the country, how can he impeach him at will?"

"As a minister, you must be cautious in the beginning. Why can everyone else move? But Zhao Wen'an grew up in this position and can't move even if he moves?"

"Those cases have not yet been concluded. Now that I impeached Lord Zhao, wouldn't it be accusing wise ministers of "falseness". In this way, I wonder how many loyal and patriotic ministers will hurt the hearts of many loyal and patriotic ministers."

Gong Mingzhu raised her head slightly from her arms, her eyes were far away, "I impeached Lord Zhao not just for these cases. This morning, I received a letter from Wenzhou. The letter said that the Yongchuan No. 1 Pier, which was built by the Shipping Bureau, was burned by a fire last night."

As soon as this was said, all the debates stopped. Yongchuan Wharf is the largest project of the Shipbuilding Bureau. It started construction before the establishment of the Shipbuilding Bureau. It was the first floating wharf in the country and installed steel barges for large ships to dock and load and unload cargo. Yongchuan Wharf relies on Oujiang to conduct trade transactions with Ningbo, Zhoushan, Shanghai and abroad. It is a huge scale and is also a water transportation distribution center. It was a test work by Zhao Wen'an before the establishment of the Shipbuilding Bureau.

"This project costing million taels of silver was burned to death by a fire. Can Lord Zhao still be firmly on the position of military aircraft and prime minister?" Gong Mingzhu's voice became louder, but no one dared to refute him, and even the person behind the curtain could not do it.

The murder is small, but the dock is burned but the size is large. Someone must stand up and take responsibility. This responsibility cannot be taken by anyone except Zhao Wen'an.

"The Queen Mother, it's not good, the Queen Mother...she..."

The silence in the court was suddenly broken by a shout.
Chapter completed!