Zhou Heng was stunned. Ma Wenliang quickly clamped his hand with his injured arm, using very strong force. With such a fierce movement, the gauze at the palm of his hand was instantly red.

Zhou Heng quickly stopped moving and raised his hand to signal Ma Wenliang not to move around.

"Okay, don't move around. Your hands have just begun to recover now, otherwise my previous efforts will be in vain. I won't leave, but I need to call Eunuch Fang over, because it's useless to hear me, do you understand?"

Ma Wenliang nodded, he knew what Zhou Heng meant.

"Okay, the young master can call him here!"

Zhou Heng waved his hand, and Xiao Liuzi quickly ran away.

After a moment, the door rang and Xiao Liuzi came in panting with a few people, and then he quickly pushed the treatment car out.

The person who came was not someone else, it was Fang Jizhong, Fang Hua and a few factory guards who looked familiar, of course one was Liu Fudong, who Zhou Heng had treated before.

This person was infected with poisoning arrows and injured. After treatment, he did not rest in the ward and could not find the person directly.

Unexpectedly, this would appear beside Fang Jizhong. Looking at that look, Zhou Heng almost shivered.

The murderous aura, the murderous aura seemed to be able to freeze people to death, staring at Ma Wenliang.

Could it be that this person’s injury is related to Ma Wenliang?

Zhou Heng only remembered at this time. It seemed that when they came back, Fang Hua said that these people were calculated by the agency. From the amount of bleeding, they could see that they were not close to Beishan. So, that is, they were in danger at Ma Wenliang's house?

Seeing the favor, everyone else walked out, leaving only Zhou Heng, Fang Jizhong, Fang Hua and Liu Fudong. Before Zhou Heng could say anything, Fang Jizhong looked directly at Ma Wenliang.

"Just say anything. Our family can't guarantee that your life can still be left behind."

At this moment, Ma Wenliang has nothing to be reserved. Anyway, he has to say that no matter how he handles it, it seems pretentious. It would be better to just say it just because he wants to say it. Anyway, he has no longer had too much hope and concern for his adoptive father.

"I am an orphan, about three or four years old, and was picked up by my adoptive father from the mass grave. I don't remember how my parents died. I only have one memory, that is, the cold. In the cold winter, I sat in the snow, and there were dead people around me. My adoptive father took me home like this.

Then I was raised by my adoptive father. Although I had never enjoyed much happiness, I was hungry, beaten and scolded by my adoptive father, and was also called by the gentry's family as a livestock, but it was already great to have a shelter from the wind and rain."

Fang Jizhong did not rush to urge him. After all, Ma Wenliang was very happy to be able to say it on his own initiative. Hu Zongmao has no final result yet. It would be good if he knew something here first.

"Don't rush to say slowly, where is your adoptive father? Is that home in Zhangjiabao Village? Or is your adoptive father still have somewhere else to stay?"

Ma Wenliang nodded. This action was really difficult for him. He seemed to have pulled the wound on the back of his head, and his face was pale. Zhou Hengyi waved his hand and Xiao Liuzi stepped forward.

"Sit up with him so that he can touch the wound less."

Xiao Liuzi was quick to move and quickly helped Ma Wenliang up as Zhou Heng ordered, shaking the bed, and putting a pillow on his back. It seemed that he felt much more comfortable halfway on the hospital bed. He then continued:

"My adoptive father's surname is Ma. His ancestors left a house in Zhangjiabao. Although there are only two houses, it is the only remaining property. When I was five years old, because I couldn't rent a good land, he followed him to go on a boat. He went back to the late autumn in spring, sometimes eight or nine months, and sometimes six months.

So on weekdays, I am at home, so I go to the mountain to pick up some dry firewood and change the rice and grain. My aunt next door can give me some steamed cakes, and life is just like that."

It can be felt in words that Ma Wenliang is also a pitiful person. Fang Jizhong has no expression on his face, and then asked:

"What's your adoptive father's name? Who are there any people coming and going?"

"He is called Ma San, everyone calls him that. Children call him third uncle and third uncle. He said he is illiterate and just calls him big."

Fang Jizhong approached Ma Wenliang, supported his hands on the edge of the bed, and stared at Ma Wenliang's eyes.

"Okay, then I'll ask you, why did you go to Beishan? Who was instructed to blow up the alcohol workshop? Your adoptive father came back once every six months, how did you contact me?"

Ma Wenliang did not avoid Fang Jizhong's aggressive gaze and looked up at Fang Jizhong.

"During the Chinese New Year, I heard from people in the same village that Beishan opened a medical school, and there was no cost if I didn't care about the family, and poor people could come to study. I wanted to come over, but when my adoptive father insisted, I didn't say much in the end.

However, last month, my adoptive father suddenly came back and said he was injured and came back to take care of him for a few months. He also came to Beishan to see me twice and asked me carefully what I built in Beishan. Actually, I couldn’t figure it out very well. He just said that the manager wanted me to go to the military supplies workshop to do work recently.

My adoptive father heard this and tried his best to persuade me to go. He also talked to me a lot. How difficult it is to raise me over the years? I have been grateful for my kindness. I went to the new workshop without thinking much. Five days ago, my adoptive father came over in the evening and I invited him to have a meal at the farmhouse.

After drinking some wine, my adoptive father cried, and then knelt down to me and said a lot of things I don’t understand, what is the meaning of his life, just waiting for an order. I didn’t expect to pick up my son, so I also wanted my son to inherit his father’s business. I was confused at that time and didn’t know the meaning of this.

My adoptive father pulled me to kneel down and said I didn't need to understand. Naturally, someone arranged the others, just asked me to wait for the news. I just lit the alcohol workshop when I received the note. If I want to explode, it would be better to die more people.

I was shocked at that time. I wanted to leave, but my adoptive father kowtowed me directly, saying that if I didn't do it, he wouldn't be able to live tomorrow. This is killing my father. It's a great crime and a disobedient crime. He kept crying with my legs in his arms, saying that I don't know the methods of those people. If I don't do it, we both will be able to survive and die.

I agreed in desperation. At noon on June 17th, I received lunch food. Halfway through the meal, I found something in the steamed bun. I quickly went to the toilet and took out the thing. It was a note in a small bamboo tube.

It says that at 2 o'clock in the afternoon, I opened a wire tied under the iron rack on the east side of the alcohol can, and then threw the fire fold into the can with a bamboo pole. Behind it is a picture that marked the location of various things. The picture is very detailed, and I know that my death is coming.

When I returned to the workshop, I took the excuse to go around the alcohol can and found that there was indeed an iron wire tied to the east side, and there was something similar to a spool below, and there was a bamboo pole in the corner of the ground, and there was a board next to it, with a fire fold below.

When it was time to schedule, I shook the spool, and then the lid on the can was opened. Everyone was busy. The sound in the workshop was quite loud, and no one paid attention to me. I held the bamboo pole, tied the fire fold to the rope head at the top of the bamboo pole, and threw it directly into the alcohol can. Then with a bang, I knew nothing.

I am sorry for the trust of the young master and have no face to survive. However, the young master tried hard to save me, so I didn't let me die like this. I have already repayed my adoptive father's kindness, but I really owe my son and the workers in our workshop, so I want to tell you what I know."

Fang Jizhong stood up. He was a person who had been living in the deep palace for the rest of his life. He was familiar with the interrogation. It was obvious that the facts Ma Wenliang said were naturally not known much.

However, there are several important information conveyed here.

Ma San is a member of the Jinwu Sect, but the level is very low. They have trained a large number of personnel, but they don’t use it normally. Once it is activated, it will have to sacrifice their lives. If they do not obey, they will die of a bad life. The methods are extremely cruel. Ma San should have seen it.

The so-called ancestral property of the Ma family is nothing more than the Jinwu Sect's industry, otherwise it would not have been passed down from generation to generation.

According to Liu Fudong's previous statement, the buildings under the Ma family are extremely exquisite and cannot be completed overnight. Even the farthest tunnel may lead directly to the capital or the palace, but they have been destroyed.

The Beishan governed by Zhou Heng was strictly managed. Although the sparrow was small and had all the internal organs, it was not worse than the palace. Even so, it could make the people of the Jinwu Sect take advantage of the loopholes.

The notes inside the steamed buns, the iron wires of the lids of the alcohol cans, bamboo poles, and fire folds, and these workshops with strict management are actually arranged one by one, which makes people think about it very terrifyingly.

Especially the prince, others don’t know it, Fang Jizhong is very clear about it.

King Ning left a large number of guards to protect the prince, but when the three of them had an accident, no one mentioned these. Obviously, both the guards and the people who were protecting each other were all sent away. Is it just to blow up the military supplies workshop?

Or do you do this on purpose to shock Your Majesty? It is to shock the government and the public and everyone is uneasy.

Hu Zongmao is the censor and has worked diligently for decades. He is one of the few Qingliu in the court. Zhang Fuling said last night that although he could not say in detail, it has been confirmed that he was funded by the Jinwu Sect since he was a child, and he could be involved in it. What about the civil and military officials in the court?

This is too cruel. This has caused a bloody storm among the government and the people of Daliang.

People like Ma Wenliang don’t know anything at all, but they were adopted by the adoptive father of Jinwu Sect and did this to repay the kindness of raising them, so people could not say anything else.

But where did his adoptive father go?

"Do you know, your adoptive father has any relatives, or who usually walks with your family?"

Ma Wenliang thought about it carefully. Judging from his expression, there must be not many such people and they don’t interact frequently, otherwise he would have said it directly. Sure enough, Ma Wenliang paused and raised his eyes and said:

"I usually rarely contact my neighbors, but my adoptive father would give them some money or a few buckets of food when he came back. However, every year during the Chinese New Year, two uncles would come to sit.

I remember it was not accurate when I was a child. As soon as those two uncles came, I was rushed to the kitchen to sleep. They drank and chatted until night. Only one uncle came this year for the Chinese New Year, and his legs were lame. His clothes looked much better than before."

Fang Jizhong narrowed his eyes. Needless to say, his uncle is naturally a member of the Jinwu Sect. Such a description is difficult to find. It is just a lame man. There are so many people in the world who are lame. How can I compare it?

Fang Jizhong frowned and glanced at Liu Fudong next to him.

Zhou Heng paused, what does it mean to be prepared to do it? This is a medical school, and Ma Wenliang has already said everything he knows. Do you want to do anything else?

Zhou Heng coughed, looked at Fang Jizhong with a smile on his face, and Liu Fudong stared at Zhou Heng coldly. His gaze was really uncomfortable. Why is this guy so fierce? Are you afraid that others don’t know that he is from the factory guard?

Fang Jizhong heard Zhou Heng's voice and quickly looked at him. According to the logic, I really didn't want Zhou Heng to listen to these things today, but fortunately, Ma Wenliang didn't say anything, they were all vague and did not involve the key.

Seeing that he seemed to have something to say, he was still a little surprised. After all, Zhou Heng cherished his life. Generally speaking, he pretended to be dead or pretended to be stupid and did not get involved. What happened today?

"If you have anything to say, please say it directly. After all, Ma Wenliang trusts you the most."

Zhou Heng waved his hand.

"What is trust or not? In Beishan, you rely on your own ability to make a living. I understand his guilt. Although I don't understand who you are looking for, I have a way, maybe this way can I find someone."

Fang Jizhong was stunned and quickly looked at Zhou Heng with interest.

"Oh? Mr. Zhou means, you have a way to find someone, but we don't know Ma Wenliang's adoptive father, and that uncle?"

Zhou Heng waved his hand quickly and signaled Fang Hua to come over. Fang Hua's face was puzzled, but he didn't say anything and walked directly to Zhou Heng. Zhou Heng reached out to take out a notebook and a few charcoal pens on Fang Hua's back, and shook it in front of Fang Jizhong.

"During the training of the new medical system, I drew a lot of pictures about the human body and anatomical structure. Those were drawn by me and several of my disciples could do it. This is a new way of drawing.

Unlike the creations of calligraphy and painting, we are all drawing according to the original appearance of people and objects, so it is extremely realistic and has the least difference from myself. What I mean is that according to Ma Wenliang's description, if we draw two such portraits, wouldn't we get twice the result with half the effort to find someone like this?"

Fang Jizhong was all interested. If this method was feasible, it would be twice the result with half the effort. However, there was no idea about what this portrait was.

At this time, Fang Hua came over and whispered a few words in Fang Jizhong's ear, and Fang Jizhong nodded.

Fang Jizhong quickly smiled at Zhou Heng, completely regaining his previous appearance with the old emperor.

"Then Mr. Lau."

Zhou Heng nodded, didn't say much, he came to Ma Wenliang, held up the notebook and said:

"Start with your adoptive father, tell me if he has a square face or a round face? What hairstyle? What is the eyebrow and eyes that are similar to those of us? Is the nose a garlic nose or a hook nose? Thin lips or thick lips?"

Although I don’t know what Zhou Heng is going to do, Ma Wenliang, like all Beishan people, has a natural sense of intimacy with Zhou Heng. Following Zhou Heng’s tips, he recalled it carefully and looked at the few people saying:

"The adoptive father is very thin, has a long face, high cheekbones, square chin, deep eye sockets, small eyes but long, very similar to this elder brother, with wide eye bags, half eyebrows, which look lush in front and sparse in the back.

The nose is a garlic nose. It is very long in the middle, with almost no upper lip, but thick lower lip, and sparse beard. The hairstyle of the hair is very simple, just a single bun, but the forehead is extremely wide and a pointed middle, and the sides are a little bald."

Ma Wenliang's description is very careful. After all, I have studied in Beishan and can explain all parts clearly. Zhou Heng's writing moves very quickly. He simply outlined a form with just a few strokes. He raised it to show Ma Wenliang.
Chapter completed!