At this moment, Brother Xiaoying took out his tobacco bag and knocked out some tobacco shreds for An Yi to see.
It was indeed the red tobacco that An Yi saw under the octagonal money.
But if all the smokers in the village now use his shredded tobacco, then it¡¯s not certain that he is the one who uses red tobacco to grow octagonal money.
Anyi raised her eyes and asked, "Have you been outside the past few years?"
Brother Xiaoying nodded: "When I was young, I wanted to go out and travel, and I went to many places. In the end, I felt that I was still comfortable at home, so I came back!"
An Yi smiled and said, "No wonder your accent is different from the people in the village!"
Brother Xiaoying was stunned, "Is it different? In fact, after all these years, my local accent has not changed!"
An Yi shook his head: "The people here are a bit indiscriminate in their speech. Although you also have this problem, when you don't mean it, you can still hear the words in a clear tone!"
Brother Xiaoying said with a smile: "Maybe I stayed out for a long time and met too many people, so my accent is just a little different!"
Anyi continued to ask: "You have been traveling all over the country for so many years, but do you know the people from Dongdu?"
Brother Xiaoying shook his head: "I've never heard of it!"
Brother Xiaoying just finished speaking, raised his eyes and said to the village chief: "Father-in-law, Nizi said that the pig pen at home has a hole. I'm going to repair the pig pen. I won't disturb you and talk to the guests!"
The village chief nodded with a smile and watched Brother Xiaoying go to the backyard.
"Madam, you have also seen that there is no one you are looking for in our village, otherwise we should leave as soon as possible while it is still dark!" the village chief said, "the road is not easy to walk at night."
The woman named Nier also urged the village chief to help.
An Yi smiled, turned and left.
Mei Ge stepped forward and asked, "Do you think there is something wrong with a guy named Brother Xiaoying?"
Anyi nodded: "I saw some soot under the Bajiao Money before. It should be used to make fertilizer for Bajiao Money, but the soot is a little different. It is not baked yellow smoke, but sun-dried red smoke. At first glance, The quality of this cut tobacco is made by a veteran of the tobacco factory, so I judged that he was an old smoker, probably forty or fifty years old."
¡°But that Brother Xiaoying looks like he¡¯s only in his thirties!¡± Mei Ge said.
"He is young, but his fingers are all blackened, which means he has been smoking for at least twenty years, and he is very knowledgeable about cut tobacco. No one in the village knows how to dry cut tobacco, only he can."
"But the village chief said that everyone in the village uses his tobacco, maybe someone else!" Mei Ge said.
An Yi shook his head: "There is no one else but him. Although he tried his best to lower his accent, he can still hear the difference from the people in the village, so I suspect that he is not the real Brother Xiaoying, but a fake! Let's not alarm the villagers. People, arrest them tonight!¡±
Mei Ge nodded.
At night, a man came out of the village, sneaking up. Mei Ge led someone forward and caught him. It was Brother Xiao Ying.
"It seems that alerting the enemy is useful!" An Yi stepped forward, stared at Mao Ying coldly and asked, "Who is your master, and where is the Western Emperor?"
Mao Ying's eyes darkened, and when he was about to bite open the poison packet in his mouth, An Yi quickly stepped forward, stuffed a spoon into his mouth, and found a packet of poison from the bottom of his teeth.
Mao Ying looked at An Yi fiercely.
Anyi took the spoon out of his mouth and asked in a deep voice: "Tell me, are you really from Dongdu?" (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com