Chapter 353 Zhang Qishan Reveals His Tail

Song Liyun smiled.

Auntie Qi has said this more than once, and also said that Young Master Zhao Tingduo is now in the final stage and cannot escape.

He must be worried that he would develop resentment towards the Wuda tribe.

Song Liyun was confident in the defense of the Wuda tribe, but because of the lack of fodder, she could not help.

There was only food, charcoal, and some fodder for the Chrysanthemum Horses in his own space, and he could not provide for more livestock.

The beggar said, "As long as Madam comes back within three days, we can go to Dongshan and bring back fodder for the cattle and sheep..."

Song Liyun's heart moved: "Madam, you forgot, I can go to Dongshan alone to get fodder!"

Auntie Beggar's eyes lit up instantly, and she remembered Song Liyun's lucky bag that could be put away and released.

The worry on his face immediately disappeared. He raised his hands to the sky and kowtowed repeatedly, exclaiming in surprise, "I had forgotten that the gods have given our clan a messenger. Our clan will surely be safe. But Madam, there is no need to trouble you now."

The tribe can still hold on for a few more days, and she doesn't want Song Liyun to take risks unless it's absolutely necessary.

Song Liyun understood that Aunt Beggar didn't want to expose or use her special abilities too much.

In the beggar's opinion, doing something that goes against the will of heaven will consume her own energy and blood, just like her use of divination.

Aunt Beggar couldn't help but start teaching Song Liyun the taboos of using "witchcraft".

Even if the young lady has learned to "collect", it is impossible for her to learn to predict.

Although these were not the same as Song Liyun's spatial abilities, she still listened carefully.

It's always good to know more about these things so that you don't run into a wizard who knows nothing.

At this moment, Wu Dan came running to report: "There are slave soldiers from the Pingshan tribe who have escaped outside and want Wu Da to take them in. Elder Shan has already gone there!"

When Song Liyun rushed to the wooden wall, she saw Elder Shan talking to a wounded slave soldier kneeling on the ground.

"What exactly happened?" Song Liyun asked.

The Wuda people guarding nearby recognized Song Liyun and quickly bowed and replied, "Young Madam, this man said he escaped from the Pingshan tribe and is willing to surrender."

Surrender? Why don't you come in? Why are you standing outside talking?

Song Liyun was confused and walked slowly to Elder Shan, looking at him carefully.

At this time, Elder Shan had a ferocious look on his face: "You Wu Dynasty people are the most shameless, always using sweet words to deceive people. Now you come here to lure out Pingshan, who would believe it!"

"Really, Honorable Elder, you just need to lie in ambush on the side while we brothers go and lure Pingshan..."

When the leader saw someone coming, he continued talking and spoke much louder, as if he was afraid that others could not hear him.

When Elder Shan saw Song Liyun, he quickly put his hand on his chest and saluted: "Young Madam!" He was no longer as rebellious as before.

Young Madam!

Zhang Qishan's face twitched. If he could catch this woman, his chances of winning would be greater!

Song Liyun stared at Zhang Qishan calmly. She had never seen this man on the battlefield in the snowy plains: he was from the Wu Dynasty, there was no mark on his face, and he was not a trafficked slave.

In the Dilu grassland, there are only a few simple origins of the Wu Dynasty people you encounter.

One is the captured slaves, whose faces would be branded, like Xiao Shitou and Zhao San.

The second type is businessmen, such as Lin Qingyuan.

The third type is naturally those who voluntarily settled in the Di Lu tribe for various reasons, and there were some in the Wuda tribe.

Apart from slight differences in appearance, all habits have been changed.

These people before him had no marks, nor were they merchants, they only said they had escaped from the Pingshan tribe.

She had her doubts in her heart, but since Elder Shan was in charge of the defense, she just watched from the side.

With Song Liyun around, Elder Shan became more polite in his words.

The reason is simple. The young lady is from the Wu Dynasty, and these slave soldiers are also from the Wu Dynasty.

He stopped yelling and asked kindly, "Then tell me! What's your name? Where were you from before? Why do you live in Pingshan?"

Zhang Qishan's heart was pounding. He had already recognized that Song Liyun standing next to him was the one who rode his horse to penetrate the Pingshan tribe.

This woman is a little weird!

Before he could relax, the question asked by Elder Shan made him even more frightened.

Now the arrow was on the string and had to be shot. All his belongings were taken away by Pingshan, and the other brothers who came from Suijin Town were detained.

Zhang Qishan could only carefully consider his response: "Elder, my brothers and I are merchants, selling small items. A few months ago, there was a war in the Mida Valley, and we were captured by Pingshan as soon as we escaped. Now we are on the run, hoping to survive!"

Song Liyun didn't know whether to agree with his answer. There was nothing wrong with what he said, but he didn't say where he came from.

Xiao Shitou said that slaves would not tell each other where they came from because they were afraid of being silenced.

Are these businessmen afraid too?

Lin Qingyuan never concealed his identity as a businessman. He would tell everyone he met which city he came from and what business he was doing so that he could sign some business deals.

Since they were unwilling to tell the truth, Song Liyun did not bother to point it out, but simply said: "We in Wuda will not take you in. Considering that we are all from the Wu Dynasty, you should just leave!"

Zhang Qishan saw Song Liyun speak and quickly said, "Young Madam, you and I are both from the Wu Dynasty, and we are considered relatives here. If you are willing to take me in, I will tell you the secrets of the Pingshan tribe!"

Before he could react, Song Liyun's expression changed: "Shameless people make a living by betraying others. You can betray the Pingshan tribe as easily as the Wuda tribe.

Come, arrest these people and interrogate them strictly."

The surrounding Wuda army immediately pressed Zhang Qishan and others to the ground without saying a word.

Zhang Qishan shouted, "Your Wuda tribe is about to be wiped out. I am the only one who can help you."

Elder Shan frowned slightly: "Young Madam, should we ask a few more questions, just in case there is really a way to lure Pingshan..."

At this moment, Wu Dan came running over breathlessly, pulling Little Stone with him: "Young Madam! Stone is coming!"

Song Liyun turned around and saw Xiao Shitou running towards her with a brand new sheepskin coat.

Song Liyun called him over specifically because she heard that someone from the Pingshan tribe had escaped.

Before he arrived, he saw Zhang Qishan kneeling on the ground. His eyes suddenly turned red. He rushed over and punched Zhang Qishan in the face without caring that Wu Dajun was standing next to him.

Zhang Qishan was caught off guard and fell on his back, screaming in pain: "You lowly slave, you dare to hit me? I'll kill you."

Little Stone wanted to hit him a second time, but Wu Dan stopped him and said, "Shitou, you can't use violence in front of the elders and the young lady without orders."

It is against the rules of the tribe to beat people without the presence of elders or leaders.

Little Shitou was grabbed by Wu Dan. After struggling for a few times but failing to break free, his voice suddenly became hoarse and he roared in anger, "Madam, Third Uncle Zhao wants me to tell you not to be fooled.

This Zhang Qishan came from Suijin Town, but Uncle Zhao San never dared to say it out loud.

He, he is a bad guy!

It was he who brought the Dilu bandits to destroy Suijin Town, and it was he who brought people to destroy my family!"

By the end, Little Stone was almost crying.

(End of this chapter)