Zhenfu's tendons were bulging, and he looked like he was about to give up, but the villagers still held on tightly to the handlebars and refused to let go.
Enraged, Old Lady Li pointed at his nose and cursed, "You little bastard, you'd rather die than give up your grain! If you want to die, don't drag my second son down with you. Second son, let go of him right now and let him take this cart of grain on his way."
Upon hearing this, Zhenfu did not speak, but loosened her grip slightly.
This terrified the villager. He could feel Zhenfu gradually letting go of his hand, and tears and snot streamed down his face.
"Zhen Lao Er, I beg you, please don't let go. If you help me, I'm willing to give you a bag of grain."
The villagers endured the pain of their hands being rubbed raw by the wood, pleading with Zhen Fuyou.
Actually, he was almost out of strength, but his whole family was relying on his cartload of grain to survive. If the grain ran out, they wouldn't last more than a few days.
The villager's wife was carrying large and small bags of things behind him, with two children on her back. Seeing this, she wished she could fly over and help him pull the cart.
But that's obviously unrealistic.
She could only kneel on the ground with her children, begging Zhen Fuyou to help her husband, and kowtow to Old Lady Li, hoping she wouldn't tell Zhen Lao Er to let go.
"Waaaah... Auntie, I beg you, please help us out of our pitiful state. Second Brother Zhen will kowtow to you in gratitude, please don't let go... Waaah..."
The villager's wife banged her head hard on the ground, her forehead was bleeding, and blood flowed down her cheeks to her collar.
This scene evoked pity from everyone.
"Aunt Li, please help them."
"Yeah, Zhen, you've already helped him, why not go all the way?"
......
The crowd offered their advice to Zhen's family, one after another, creating a sense of moral blackmail.
The Zhen family members didn't look too good. If they refused, they would probably be drowned in their spittle.
Zhenfu was never one to have a good temper. Upon hearing the villagers' words, his eyes instantly hardened, and he wanted to let go without any hesitation.
"Second brother, please help them."
Grandpa Zhen frowned and agreed to let Zhen Fuyou help. Since they were away from home, they could only try to build good relationships.
Grandma Li looked at Grandpa Zhen in surprise and pounded his chest like a madwoman: "You always know how to be a good person, didn't you see that our second son has long since run out of strength?"
If he hadn't let go, we probably would have rolled down the road with the people and the car... Waaah...
As soon as he finished speaking, the cart sank a little further into the ground, and the crowd's discussion abruptly ceased.
"Second son, how are you? If you can't hold on any longer, let go, don't let yourself be dragged down with them." Old Mrs. Li's tears were streaming down her face, and it felt like a million ants were crawling inside her.
The villager's wife was so frightened that she kowtowed even louder, which made the children cry.
Zhen Wanwan anxiously looked at the scene behind her while holding her child. She felt like she was being roasted over a fire. She saw that her second brother's hands were trembling and he probably wouldn't be able to hold on for long.
Asking the villagers to let go was unrealistic, as there was nothing in the space besides food and supplies that could allow for a rescue from such a distance.
If only this car weren't blocking the way.
Seemingly having thought of something, Zhen Wanwan's eyes lit up. She wondered if she could put the cart blocking the way into her spatial storage.
That would make things much easier, but if she really did that in front of everyone, she might be mistaken for a monster and burned.
Just when they were at their wits' end, Qu Huaiyuan slowly climbed onto the cart, preparing to cross over the vehicle blocking the way to help.
Seeing this, the others wanted to follow suit, and so Zhen Fugui, Dongzi, and several bodyguards crossed the carts of several families and arrived at the scene of the incident.
The villager was overjoyed at the sight, and his heart was no longer filled with fear.
The villagers who had been most urging Zhen's family to help earlier didn't dare utter a sound, probably afraid of being forced to cross the cart to help.
If you're not careful for a moment, you might lose your balance and fall straight down, and that would be the end of you.
Who would risk their life and death thousands of miles away for the sake of a stranger?
Zhen Wanwan glared at the person who had spoken the harshest earlier. She could understand not wanting to save the person, but morally blackmailing others was wrong.
Once they arrived at Leling Prefecture, there was no need for the group to continue their journey together.
With the help of several people, they finally managed to pull the cart up. However, a few pieces of the villager's luggage fell off, but at least no one was hurt.
The villager and his wife knelt down and kowtowed to the group, repeatedly expressing their gratitude.
The group returned to their original location using the same method they had used to get there, and everything turned out alright.
Aunt Qu carefully touched Qu Huaiyuan's face and, finding nothing amiss, was relieved: "Is Zhen's second son alright?"
"Everyone is alright."
"That's good, that's good..."
Because of this accident, the group became even more cautious. Leader Fang watched this scene from afar and redefined everyone's perspective.
Both Chief Lin and the Zhen family are benevolent; the former is loyal and willing to help the weak and punish the strong, while the latter is skilled at winning people's hearts and has many good connections.
Madam Fang had naturally heard Siqin talk about this, and she looked terrified: "This road is really dangerous. I don't know why, but I feel a little panicked."
Siqin assumed her mistress was frightened and comforted her, saying, "Don't worry, madam. We have guards all around us, so we certainly won't let you get into any danger."
Mrs. Fang nodded and closed her eyes to rest again.
She couldn't sleep at night for the past two days, feeling extremely anxious. She guessed it might be because they were about to arrive in Leling Prefecture, and her thoughts were wandering in her dreams.
Before sunset, the group finally crossed a mountain. Tomorrow, they only need to cross this forest to reach the towns near Leling Prefecture.
They wouldn't have to live a life of hardship, sleeping outdoors and looking disheveled every day.
Lin Biaotou found a place to stay, with rocks on three sides for cover, which was perfect for hiding from wild animals in the wild.
He informed the villagers and the Fang family that they would rest there for the night and arrive in Leling Prefecture the next day.
After a day of climbing the rugged mountain, the villagers were exhausted and collapsed on the ground. Only after they had rested did they begin to gather firewood to boil water and cook.
The aroma of food filled this secluded corner, drifting far away and startling the wild beasts in their sweet dreams.
After everyone had eaten and drunk their fill, they were completely unaware of the danger that was about to befall them, and the children played and frolicked around the campfire.
Madam Fang still wasn't used to the smoky smell of firewood, so she took Siqin outside for some fresh air, with Chief Fang dutifully following behind them.
After getting away from the crowd, Madam Fang sighed deeply and looked at the bright moon with worry.
Siqin and Chief Fang acted as background figures, not making a sound. All they had to do was obey their masters and do their jobs well.
Saying anything more would be going too far.
Suddenly, a black creature darted out from the left front and pounced on Madam Fang, causing both of them to fall to the ground.
All of this happened so suddenly.
Siqin screamed in fright and rushed forward to push the beast away.
Chief Fang had already drawn his broadsword and was fighting the beast.
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