Finally one day, a mine collapsed due to barbaric construction, and hundreds of miners were buried underground. The miners took the opportunity to go on strike, demanding a reduction in workload and priority in rescuing the buried people.

Faced with the strike, the mine supervisor, already blinded by the profits, immediately sought help from the nearby garrison, presented them with generous gifts, and asked them to help the iron mine "restore order and rectify production."

A quarter of an hour after the messenger set off, the mine supervisor, who was still whipping the petitioning miners' representatives, was hit to death with ore by several angry miners with unfamiliar faces. The great destruction began.

The captain of the garrison, upon receiving the letter requesting assistance, weighed the magnitude of the "generous gift" and decided to send reinforcements immediately. However, the order was changed to "kill all the rebellious miners and suppress the rebellion." Yes, as long as the rebellious miners were killed, "order would be restored and production would be rectified." The captain of the garrison recalled the crystal Guanyin statue and the unsigned letter that had suddenly appeared in his bedroom, shook his head, and ordered: "Start killing as soon as you arrive. Don't wait for orders from later."

Everything went smoothly. After all, the mine supervisor was dead. The captain insisted that the request for help he received was to "suppress the rebellion." The local official who came to deal with the aftermath of the iron mine was helpless and could only sigh at the iron mine that had become a ruin. After all, even the mine was destroyed, and production could not be resumed for a while.

Fortunately, there is Sihai Trading Company.

The local official submitted a memorial overnight, and his memorial was placed on the Khmer king's desk almost together with Nguyen Shiping's memorial.

...

Thinking of this, Ruan Shiping couldn't help but sigh. He wanted to say something, but he didn't know where to begin. However, today, he finally understood that Qitian Village was not a powerful bandit group at all. Bandits would never act like this. This was simply a separatist force entrenched in a province. Only a separatist force with a larger plan could do such a thing. And he had been completely tied to the chariot of Qitian Village.

If I explain to His Majesty the King now, I wonder if His Majesty will believe that I was forced to do everything and that I have never rebelled?

Ruan Shiping almost laughed at himself and shook his head. After all these things happened, even if he was given a lighter sentence, it would still be a capital crime, and there was an 80% chance that he would have to die with his entire clan. Why would he do that?

But Jiang Ping said that I am already a friend of Qitian Village. Friends? Just being a friend is not enough. I have to become one of our own.

Ruan Shiping, having made up his mind, packed up and ordered, "Prepare the sedan chair. I want to go to Sihai Trading Company to take a look."