The next day.
Early in the morning, when Qin Ye was packing his bag, he found that the box containing the flowers of the dead was empty, and the flowers inside were missing...
At the breakfast table.
The village chief was holding a bowl and chopsticks. His wrinkled face was square and his eyebrows were white. He looked very kind and spoke in a calm tone:
"We haven't had any guests in our village for decades. You came so quickly and left so quickly. I don't have much to treat you. This wild boar meat was hunted by Daniu himself. You should eat more to fill your stomach so that you can continue on your journey."
"Mother, bring some liquor."
"Hey." Ava's mother was a simple woman. She held a clay pot covered with dried mud and poured wine for everyone.
Jing Yi cupped his hands: "Thank you very much."
If you have wounds on your body, drinking alcohol can both disinfect and relieve pain.
"Auntie, thank you for disturbing me these two days." Han Feng also thanked politely. Han Ying, Zhang Fei, and the people from Wujimen were all very polite.
"No thanks, no thanks," the woman smiled warmly, wiping her hands on her apron and speaking in a heavily accented dialect, "You guys eat, I'll go see how the girl in the room is doing."
She lifted the curtain and went into the room to visit Yunying.
Qin Ye held the wooden chopsticks and took a bite of the fragrant wild boar meat. He glanced at the woman's back, then glanced at the old village chief, and his eyes drifted towards Zong Zhengchen.
The man lowered his eyes knowingly, ate the rice in the bowl, and said nothing.
Xiao Hei was lying on the ground, holding the boar's thigh bone with his two paws, chewing it, smacking it.
The village chief entertained everyone warmly and there was chatting and laughing.
Qin Ye glanced at Zong Zhengchen again...
The two of them seemed to be communicating something invisibly with their eyes.
When the meal is almost finished.
Zong Zhengchen put down his chopsticks, wiped the corners of his mouth, and then smiled and said, "The village chief was kind enough to entertain us, and we also paid the corresponding silver and gifts as a reward, but the village chief stole our things at night. Isn't this behavior immoral?"
With just one sentence, the smile on the village chief's face disappeared.
Just one sentence made the atmosphere in the room suddenly tense and depressing.
"steal?"
Jing Yi, Zhang Fei, Han Feng and others didn't understand.
Qin Ye stood up, took out the small wooden box containing the flower of the dead, opened the lid, and found the box was empty.
"Where is the flower of the dead?!" Han Ying stood up in shock.
Several lives were lost in order to pick this flower!
"How dare you ask for the undead flower? It's our village's treasure!"
Outside the yard, Daniu straightened his chest and strode in, scanning the group of strangers who had come from afar with hostile eyes.
"You are dressed respectably and neatly, but you are doing all kinds of sneaky things! When did the things in Cangqiong Mountain belong to you? We are just taking back what belongs to us, how can you call it 'stealing'?"
Every word was exceptionally cold.
Jing Yi and the others all looked gloomy.
It was agreed in advance that the villagers would lead the way for them and they would be rewarded. Now that they were preparing to return to the capital, these villagers changed their minds!
Qin Ye maintained a polite smile on his face:
"Although Cangqiong Mountain belongs to your village, the whole world belongs to the king. This is Dongling Kingdom!"
The Dongling Kingdom gave its people land, houses, and wealth, allowing them to thrive and live and work in peace and contentment on this fertile land, but the land always belonged to the country!
If a family takes a piece of land and takes it all, what kind of country is Dongling? Why not let everyone be his own king?
"You have worked hard to create things with your own hands, so they are indeed yours. No one can take them away. But the Flower of the Dead was found by us, so it is naturally ours."