Chapter 241: Staying at Wulibao, Where There Are More Men Than Women

"I have a lot of junk at home, who knows which one you are asking about." The stall owner covered his face with a wet towel to block the sun and moisturize it, without opening his eyes.

"Excuse me, Mr. Qin, please stand aside. You are blocking the sunlight in my house."

Qin Lang tiptoed over to a small stool nearby and squatted down beside it. "Someone's interested in your stuff. Give me a price."

"How many do you want?"

"Just said, pack up! Didn't you hear?"

A large face came up to Qin Lang, staring at him with two eyes. "Is there a deadline for delivery?"

Qin Lang glanced at him, feeling tired. "Just take what you've finished now. Don't think about rushing the work. Be more economical."

"They're just a few things, just give them to me." When his idea fell through, he lay back down and continued to bask in the sun.

Someone happened to pass by the stall and took a closer look.

Qin Lang asked: "Five thousand for a package?"

"Okay, for your boss Qin's sake, I'll give you five thousand, no problem."

"I haven't done anything serious all day." Qin Lang lowered his head and transferred the money.

There was a clattering sound of collecting money:

"Five thousand yuan has arrived in my Alipay account!"

The neighbors all heard the noise and laughed for a long time.

Qin Lang: "Turn around."

"I heard it."

"Where's the goods?"

"Delivery to your door before sunset."

Qin Lang stood up to leave, and the stall owner next door said with a smile: "Boss Qin, if you have good business, please take care of us!"

"Haha, no problem."

Qin Lang is always cheerful on this street.

Back at Bafanglaicai, Qin Lang sent Tu Huan a message: [Done.]

A minute later, Tu Huan asked, "Is ten thousand enough?"

"Five thousand for a package."

Tu Huan still transferred 10,000 yuan.

Inside the sunny Zhenbao Street stall, a pleasant sound came out of Hai Donghe's trouser pocket again.

"Five thousand yuan has arrived in my Alipay account!"

A pair of big brown eyes suddenly opened, blinked for a long time, and then stood up to close the stall.

"Donghe, where are you going? It's not even dark yet, why are you closing up shop so early?"

"It's nice to bask in the sun, Wangcai! Let's go! Go back to deliver the goods to the sucker."

…

Daliang Qingzhou Prefecture, Panlong Mountains, Qiantougou.

As the sky gradually darkened, several figures finally crossed the mountains and hills, passed through the mountain paths, and hid near Fangmapo in Qiantougou.

"Master Wu, can we succeed if we ambush here?"

"You haven't done anything yet, and you're already saying discouraging things. If you don't want to work, get out!"

After walking up the mountain road for most of the day, he didn't even have time to drink a few sips of water. When he got to the destination, he actually dared to back out. What a... fucking waste.

It had been a long time since Mr. Wu felt depressed because of the obstruction in his investigation.

The information those people brought was useless. They mentioned a lot of benefits, but kept the most crucial information strictly confidential and didn't reveal anything. If he hadn't reacted quickly at the time, something would have happened.

Lying in the grass on Fangma Hill, the narrow path below the slope was only wide enough for two carriages to run side by side. Even if an army came here, it would have to withdraw and move on. It would be easy to find out the true details of the exile group.

A few minions only dared to grumble and complain, but they did not dare to disobey.

It’s impossible to get out.

So one person lay down at a distance from the other.

The grass in early winter was cold and hard. In one evening, at the foot of Fangmapo, I counted nearly a dozen traveling merchants, nearby villagers, or occasionally a carriage from a wealthy family passing by.

They were only concerned with the news and not the harvest, so the leader, Master Wu, watched for an hour before turning over and leaning on the ground with his arms crossed, and instructed those around him: "Call me when you come."

They waited until the sun set and night fell, but no one saw the exiles passing by.

"Master Wu, something's wrong?"

A younger brother noticed something was wrong.

"Why didn't the exiled troops come here?"

Several people looked at each other. Only Qiantougou was convenient to travel to. Other places would take three to five days, which was the minimum.

After a long while, someone wondered, "Could they have taken a detour to Yucheng?"

Qingzhou Prefecture, outside Yucheng County, Wulibao.

The exile team hurried down from the southwest of Wutou Peak, circled for fifteen miles, and rested in a fortress five miles away from Yucheng County.

The village is not big, with only dozens of households, more men than women. The owner of the village is surnamed Tian. His family runs a sugar and tea business in Yucheng County, and the clan land is outside the city. Some of the villagers in the village are relatives of the family, and some are disaster victims who fled to Yucheng County from other places a few years ago to seek a living and were given relief by the magistrate of Yucheng County.

The Tian family's business was short of workers, so after donating money to provide porridge, the Tian family selected some victims who were still in good health and sent them to Wulibao to work. When they were recruiting, they made a promise to the group of people that if they did a good job, the owner would help them find wives.

A few years passed, and the Tian family's business became less and less prosperous as they hadn't seen many of their wives.

The villagers and tenants in the fort were also very puzzled. Everyone worked very hard from dawn to dusk every day and did not slack off. But why did the eldest and second masters of the main house have faces longer than donkeys all day long, with a huge "trouble" word written upside down on their faces, saying "No entry for strangers".

It is almost the end of the year, and there is no work to do in winter. It seems that this year will be another year of food shortage.

Outside the fort, an official suddenly came to inquire about where to stay.

The manager of the Tian family who stayed in Wulibao discussed it with others and agreed.

Xiong Jiushan had someone cut a wild boar leg and gave it to the villagers of Wulibao.

Wulibao is happy to open its doors to welcome guests.

After a long journey, the exile team rested in Wulibao Village, which was easy to defend and difficult to attack.

In the team, whether they are officials or fugitives.

Everyone already has experience staying overnight in villages and towns.

The villagers of Wulibao are tough by nature and have guarded the village for many reasons. Even if Xiong Jiushan brought a group of vicious fugitives, the people in their village were not very afraid.

Besides, there were so many officials escorting the fugitives.

Besides, their Wulibao is different from other places.

The entire fort is surrounded by solid high walls made of stone and earth. Once the gate is closed, the only people inside who are more familiar with the situation in the village are those from the fort. What is there to be afraid of?

Despite this, in order to avoid trouble, Xiong Jiushan still required all the fugitives to wear shackles before entering the village.

Rest for a night and leave early the next day.

There shouldn't be any big problems.

As night fell and the time came to reach the gate of Guancun Fort, the bells in the fort rang out.

The prisoners who were temporarily staying here were all a little insomniac tonight. After eating the dinner distributed by the guards, although there was no wind or rain tonight, they still felt uneasy in sleeping.

There are many thatched huts in Wulibao, and the Xie family can squeeze into two huts for one night without any problem.

The thatched hut is simple, but it can shelter us from the rain and keep us warm.

In addition, Xie Jia has other "equipment" to protect him, so it shouldn't be a big problem for him to sleep comfortably for a night.

Just as Xie Yuchuan had squinted for a moment, Xiong Jiushan's soldiers came over and called out, "Xie Yuchuan! Come out! The master is looking for you."

Xie Yuchuan turned over and sat up, his eyes darkening.

Hadn't they finished chatting during the day? Why was Xiong Jiushan still looking for him late at night?

The prisoners all rested in their respective places. Xie Yuchuan dragged the heavy shackles with a slightly furrowed brow.

It was not until he entered Xiong Jiushan's room that he saw another person in the room.

A dark light flashed in the depths of his black eyes.

Xiong Jiushan saw him arrive and introduced him, "This is Taoist Guanghan."

Taoist Guanghan, with a white face and long beard, clasped his fists and said, "I am Guanghan, and I thank you, General, for the pleasure of meeting you."

Xie Yuchuan's face remained calm as he clasped his fists in return, saying, "I am already a fugitive. Thank you for your kindness, Taoist Priest."

Seeing that the two had met each other, Xiong Jiushan turned around to get the simple map.

As soon as he turned around, the two people behind him looked at each other.

Xie Yuchuan: Han Qiguang!

Han Qiguang: Good brother, here I come!