Supervisor Qu became worried again. He had just narrowly escaped death, and now the situation had become very tense again.

Zhao Lizheng's heart was in his throat. He had come to spread the word about greenhouse cultivation and prevent these villagers from falling into an abyss of no return.

I don't want to lose my life here.

Looking at Qiao Lian'er, he saw that she had a calm and composed expression.

"Uncle Zhao, don't worry. Judging by the time, they should be here soon. Let's stall these villagers for now," Qiao Lian'er said.

Zhao Lizheng felt a little relieved and stretched out his hands to indicate: "Listen to me, everyone. It's not necessary to do it this way. There are still ways to get through this difficult situation. Everyone, please calm down."

Some villagers laughed: "What kind of method is this? Are you giving us money? You don't look like you come from a wealthy family."

“You’re nothing but a dog in front of these tax collectors, trying to curry favor with them. If we listen to you, we won’t get anything.”

"These people are deliberately trying to disturb us. Don't believe them. Deal with them too. If it weren't for them, we would have wiped out these bandits long ago and were already dealing with the next grain-grabbing team. Maybe the team has a few hundred more people now."

"Yes, troublemakers, lackeys of the court, kill them."

"Kill them!"

The villagers, armed with weapons, drew closer and closer. They were stirred up by emotions and were even angrier than before, feeling that someone had come specifically to stop them, which they could not tolerate and could not forgive.

They were hesitant to harm those officials from the imperial court, but since they were also villagers, killing them was no big deal.

Let's kill these villagers first to boost morale.

Despair began to creep into Qu Jiantou's heart again. He sighed and said, "Brother Qiao, Miss Qiao, even if I cannot escape death, I will remember your kindness in saving my life. I will repay you in my next life."

"I'm so sorry that my situation has dragged you all down."

If there is an afterlife, he hopes to be an ordinary person, so that he won't have so many unavoidable situations, and he won't overstep his bounds and become uncontrollable because of the power he holds.

Qiao Lian'er vaguely saw some movement at the bend in the road, and her eyes flickered.

"No, it's not over yet, we won't stop here."

No sooner had he finished speaking than a large group of people came around the bend.

Dozens of fast horses led the way, followed by a procession of riders, all armed with knives and spears, dressed in the uniforms of the camp.

There was a large, dark mass of several hundred people.

"Who dares to cause trouble?" Da Cheng roared.

When the villagers saw people arriving at the camp, they looked at each other in bewilderment, their faces showing fear.

These soldiers were specially trained and equipped with sharp knives and guns; one of them could easily take on three or four villagers.

For a moment, he looked in front and then behind, at a loss for what to do.

They thought it would take at least ten days to half a month for the camp to be alerted, by which time the group would have grown considerably.