"Well! Isn't that just a matter of urgency? I've wronged you a little, and I'm here to apologize. These persimmons and greens are your apology."

Ji Changying pushed the basket over. The bright persimmons and green vegetables inside looked particularly pleasing to the eye.

These are the things she has selected that will be available in the fall.

Xie Siheng picked up a persimmon and examined it in his palm. "This persimmon is bright in color, juicy, and evenly sized. It's of excellent quality. Even the tributes from the palace can't compare to it."

"Oh, the black dog found it in the mountains. If you say so, the emperor eats worse than the monkey?" Ji Changying asked back excitedly.

Xie Siheng's face suddenly darkened: "Nonsense!"

Ji Changying sat down on the shaft of the cart, picked up a persimmon and handed it to the black dog, then took another one and nibbled on it: "Didn't you say that the tributes from the palace weren't as good as this? That means the emperor eats worse than this! But you are not ordinary, are you? You have seen tributes before."

Xie Siheng didn't expect that his attempt to test him would fail but he was outmaneuvered instead: "I heard it from others."

The persimmon tasted sweet. Ji Changying couldn't help but take another one after finishing her meal. "Whatever you say! But I only do things for money. As long as you don't default on your debt, everything will be fine."

Xie Siheng couldn't stand it any longer and pulled the basket back: "This is your 'apology'."

Ji Changying sighed and withdrew her hand: "You have to be more generous to your friends."

Xie Siheng looked at her. There was persimmon juice on the corners of her mouth and cheeks, her hair was messy like a chicken coop, and the monkey on her shoulder looked like its owner, with a persimmon that had bitten it all over her face.

He said expressionlessly: "You just said you were just doing the job for money."

Ji Changying clapped her hands and jumped off the carriage: "Even if we are friends, it won't stop me from getting paid and doing things for you!"

Xie Siheng looked at her back as she left in a graceful manner, and was amused by her shamelessness.

Although some horses were lost, more than a dozen were found, which made the yamen runners so happy that they had more energy to travel.

Wang Lin looked at them warningly: "This isn't yours. It belongs to my brother Fengshou's family. Stop thinking about it!"

A group of yamen runners swallowed the joy in their hearts.

Wang Lin turned around and pulled Ji Fengshou aside, asking quietly, "Brother, what do you think of this horse...how should we deal with it?"

Ji Fengshou knew what he meant as soon as he heard it: "Brother Wang, to be honest, this horse was bought by our Ji family together, and I can't make the decision for everyone. If it's just the two of us brothers, then who will follow who?"

"How about this? I'll have to trouble you guys to look after the horse first. None of us can ride it. We can find a chance to sell it along the way, and everyone can share the profits. You guys will definitely be rewarded for your hard work when the time comes. What do you say?"

Wang Lin laughed heartily upon hearing this: "Brother, you are so open-minded!"

Zhang Ziwei was worried about being pursued, so he only rested for a quarter of an hour before urging his men to get on with the journey. Many people had not finished their biscuits and had to eat them while walking.

This is the case with Ji Changying's family. Ji Fengshou sighed as he ate.

Mrs. Hu looked at him angrily and said, "Eating can't stop you from talking! I'll cook for you again tonight!"

But things don't go as planned.

The weather changed suddenly. In the afternoon, there was a strong wind and the sky suddenly became gloomy.

Ji Changying thought of the luggage on the roof of the carriage. If it rained, wouldn’t it all get wet?

She quickly pulled Zhou to stop a carriage.

"What happened?" Old Huang was a little stunned when he saw the two people's anxious expressions.

"Come down!" Ji Changying lifted Old Huang down and climbed onto the roof by stepping on the shaft.

"Mom! Catch it!" She tore it apart and threw it down, and Zhou caught it very accurately.

The two men were one dismantling the luggage while the other was carrying it on his back. Speed ​​was of the essence. Without even saying a word, Mr. Huang saw the two men running away with their luggage.

Mr. Huang was stunned.

As soon as I picked up my luggage, it started to rain heavily.

"Everyone, hurry up! I've asked people to find shelter from the rain. Don't stop!"

Zhang Ziwei wiped the rain off his face and urged people to speed up.

The yamen runner who went to explore the way came back soaking wet and said, "There is a Taoist temple ahead where we can take shelter from the rain!"

Upon hearing this, without Zhang Ziwei's instructions, a group of people took the initiative to run towards the direction pointed by the yamen runner.

The Taoist temple was in ruins and the main gate had long disappeared. They walked inside and headed straight for the main hall.

As they reached the destination, they were stopped by someone. Two guards were standing on each side of the main hall door. When they saw them rushing in, they quickly drew their swords and pointed them at them: "Who are you?!"

Zhang Ziwei didn't expect that there was someone here.

He didn't speak at first, but took a look at the other person's clothes.

All four of them were dressed in cloth clothes of the same style and carried swords, with faces full of righteousness and vigilance.

He had only seen such guards in some aristocratic families in the capital.

In a flash, Zhang Ziwei realized that he was not someone to be trifled with.

So he clasped his hands and apologized: "I am a bailiff from the capital, escorting a prisoner. I encountered heavy rain and had nowhere to take shelter, so I came to the Taoist temple to seek shelter. I didn't expect to disturb you all. I apologize."

The guards did not let down their guard: "Leave immediately! If you come one step closer, I will make you lose your heads!"

Zhang Ziwei looked troubled. "It's raining so hard right now, we have nowhere to go. I see there are a few side halls here. Could you let us rest there for the night? We'll leave tomorrow morning!"

The two guards at the door were about to open their mouths to refuse when they heard a calm voice from the main hall: "Yes."

The guard then put away his knife, stood aside with his arms folded, and stared at them: "My master is kind and allows you to wait in the side hall to rest, but you must not make any noise!"

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