Huang Fei stood there in a daze, and for a moment he had not recovered from the tragic situation before him.
Feng Jiuyan sighed, as expected she was not wrong about Li Taohua.
Look, there's nothing more exciting than watching the two of them fighting each other.
This saves her from having to do it herself.
Huang Er's behavior also surprised her. She fed two doses of medicine to Huang Fei. She didn't expect that he loved his son. He was a bit of a beast, but he did have the heart to love children.
After being stunned for a moment, Huang Fei crawled over the ground in pain and crawled to the side of his dead parents.
"Wuwuwu, mother, mother, please don't die!"
"Dad, dad, dad, please get up quickly! You can't abandon your son. Your son can't live without you!"
Huang Fei hugged the dead Huang Er and started crying.
Feng Jiuyan glanced at him and snorted, "Hmph, what are you pretending for! When you took two doses of medicine just now, why didn't you feel pain? Why didn't you resist? Isn't it you who caused this situation?"
She stood aside and saw everything clearly.
Huang Fei's body stiffened, and he slowly withdrew his hand from Huang Er. He looked up at Feng Jiuyan, tears still hanging on his face. He said excitedly, "I just want to live. What's wrong with that? Anyway, my mother is already in her forties, and I'm still young. I don't want to die. What's wrong with that?!"
"Oh, there's nothing wrong with you wanting to live! But what's wrong with the innocent lives you killed and dumped?" Feng Jiuyan felt a surge of anger in his chest, "If you want to live, answer my questions well! Otherwise, you'll die!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Huang Fei knelt down in front of Feng Jiuyan, "Feng Sha, no, Miss Feng, I will definitely answer your questions well, as long as I know. Please don't kill me, I still want to live!"
Feng Jiuyan pretended to take out a few sheets of white linen paper, a brush, an ink stick and an inkstone from her messenger bag and placed them on the small round table. She slowly ground the ink with the tea on the table.
After all, Zhang Yuanshan has already been notified, so some evidence must be left for him so that the villagers of Huawu Village can be brought to justice as soon as possible.
Holding the brush in her left hand, she raised her eyelids slightly and said, "Tell me, when did you start? And how many people have you killed?"
Huang Fei stared out the window with empty eyes and said solemnly, "The story started with the flood six years ago..."
From Huang Fei, Feng Jiuyan learned a lot of information about the village.
The villagers of Huawu Village were originally simple, hardworking, kind, law-abiding and ordinary people. But after a flood six years ago, the villagers of Huawu Village had a radical change in their thinking.
Farmers make their living from farming and depend on the weather for their food.
The villagers of Huawu Village are no exception.
A flood destroyed all the crops that the villagers of Huawu Village had worked so hard to grow.
That year, the whole village had no harvest and the family had little surplus food. They lived a hard life relying on the little surplus food from last year, often eating a handful of brown rice and cooking a large pot of porridge to survive.
They suffered from hunger and pinned their hopes of survival on local officials.
However, what they waited for was not the hope of life, but the despair that pushed them into the abyss.
One day, when the village chief was sitting at the entrance of the village waiting for officials from above, he finally saw several officials coming to their village.
They all thought that the county magistrate had sent people to distribute disaster relief food, but they did not expect that the county magistrate had sent officials to notify the villagers of Huawu Village to pay taxes three days later.
Not only did they fail to distribute disaster relief food to the people of Huawu Village, but they also secretly increased taxes.
This news made the villagers of Huawu Village despair. The food at home was almost gone, and the crops were failed. They had no money on hand, so how could they pay the taxes?
They were at a loss as to what to do and had no way to collect enough food to hand over.
As the saying goes, the people should not fight against the officials, and the people of Huawu Village understand it. But their remaining little food rations are being taken away, which is equivalent to taking their lives?
Isn't this forcing them into a dead end?
So, three days later, when the officials came to the village with a few ruffians to collect taxes, the villagers of Huawu Village united and brought knives, farm tools, etc. from each home to drive them away.
However, the rebellion was eventually suppressed by the officials with force, and more than half of the villagers in Huawu Village were killed or injured.
Even after things came to this, the officials still searched every household and seized all the chickens, ducks, geese and other livestock that were used to make money and did not die in the flood.
Even the layer of brown rice and a few bunches of wild vegetables in the rice jar were mercilessly taken away. They were ordered to arrest them if they failed to pay the tax within three days.
The villagers of Huawu Village tried to report the incident to the provincial government, but before they could even leave the town, they were arrested by people sent by the county magistrate, who beat them severely and then threw them out of the government office.
The villagers had no choice but to sell their daughters for some silver to pay the taxes.
They live a life worse than death, a life without any hope.
After they had dug up all the wild grass in the mountains and eaten up all the remaining food, they began to peel and chew tree bark to survive.
The villagers of Huawu Village wailed and no longer saw any hope of survival.
Just then, on a rainy night, Huang Da brought back a man in a black cloak from outside. The two chatted in the study room all night, and the man in black left at dawn.
Not long after the men in black left, a group of people arrived at their Huawu Village with several carts of grain.
"The village chief and Huang Da distributed food to the villagers, and from then on, we started trafficking women." Huang Fei focused his eyes and looked at Feng Jiuyan, with a slight smile on his lips.
"You know what? It was that rainy night that completely changed the life of our village. Poverty is far away from us, and we no longer need to live a life of lack of food and clothing.
From that time on, the officials from the government office no longer dared to treat us like this, and even when they came to our village, they were always polite. "
Feng Jiuyan paused the brush in his left hand, and suddenly raised his eyes to look at Huang Fei, "The man in the black cloak? Who is he? Have you seen him before?"
Another black cloak! Could it be the Mr. Mo in the black cloak she had seen before?
Is he the Mr. Mo who was in collusion with Meng Liang?
Huang Fei shook his head. "We have never seen him. We only saw his back on that rainy night. Who he is is not important to us. But I heard Huang Da mention it once. It seems that his name is Mr. Mo."
"Then where do you sell the women and girls you kidnapped?" Feng Jiuyan didn't get the answer she wanted, but she didn't get discouraged. She had expected that Huang Fei couldn't have met Mr. Mo.
It is very likely that even Meng Liang and Huang Da have never seen Mr. Mo’s face!
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