Before Brother Sang could answer, the man's attendant pulled out a Luban chair and set it up. The man then boldly lifted his cloak, straddled the chair with his long legs, and sat down with an unrestrained posture.
He spread his legs, his fingers pressed together in front of his chest, and coldly scrutinized the two figures, one large and one small.
Brother Sang felt immense pressure. He pursed his lips and pushed Sister Sang behind him.
"Excuse me, who are you?"
His eyes were narrow and droopy, and he exuded an arrogant and domineering aura, radiating a wild and irritating expression that seemed to say, "If anyone dares to utter another word, I'll send them to their doom."
“I don’t have much patience right now, so… you’d better call Sang Xuanqing out.”
Brother Sang's heart skipped a beat, fearing that the other side had a large number of people, but since it concerned Brother Qing, he braced himself and asked, "Little brother, he's not here. If you need anything, you can tell me. I'm his older brother."
Hearing the other party speak in Mandarin, Brother Sang didn't use his local dialect, but replied in broken Mandarin.
In plain terms, this means that whatever the grudge or resentment, he should take it out on him, because he has to protect his younger brother.
The other person curled their lips in a mocking smile: "Tell you? He owes me something, and you're expected to pay it back?"
Could this person be Qing Ge'er's creditor?!
Brother Sang: "No matter how much money I owe, I..."
"Tch~ Money?" The man's eyelids creased, his dark eyes hardening, clearly his patience had reached its limit: "Where exactly is he?"
This irritating and deep voice startled Brother Sang, who limped back several steps.
Sang Yaomei gripped his clothes tightly, and he covered her mouth to keep her quiet.
"She...she's really not here."
At this moment, the man's attendant came out and reported after searching the thatched hut: "Sir, the man is not here, and nothing has been found."
“Sang Xuanqing, very good, daring to betray me.”
The man grinned, nodding as he smiled furiously.
“You should be glad that Master didn’t kill innocent children outside the battlefield, but Sang Xuanqing must pay the price for his betrayal.”
He stood up, his imposing figure exuding a powerful aura. With a flick of his pale wrist, a black marble arced through the air and landed on the roof of the thatched hut.
“Tell him that whatever I want, even if the King of Hell himself comes, it will ultimately belong to me.”
The next second, "Boom!" the entire roof was engulfed in flames, billowing smoke.
Brother Sang picked up the dazed and wide-eyed Sister Sang, feeling a chill run through him and his face turning deathly pale.
I watched as the other person's broad, slender back receded into the distance, chilled by the autumn sun and biting north wind.
——
Three days later, Zheng Quchi learned that his house had been burned down.
It was her brother who sacrificed his own food and asked Brother Yang, a neighbor, to come to the camp to check on her situation and inform her of the news, but he didn't go into details.
Her first thought was that the Mo family knew about her betrayal.
But then I thought again, something didn't seem right. Why would they burn down her house? To vent their anger? As a warning?
No need for that. They could just have Shan Bian secretly eliminate her. Why go through all that trouble?
The camp construction is nearing completion, and there's nothing she can do about it. She can't get away and can only wait for General Yuwen to complete the final inspection before she can get her salary and go home.
It turned out that the blueprints drawn by the craftsmen in Taiyuan were indeed problematic.
After confirming that Sang Xuanqing's modified blueprints had successfully built an incredibly sturdy watchtower, Yuwen Sheng waved his hand and sent away the spy craftsman who had been deliberately delaying the project.
Two days later, the camp was completed on schedule. On that day, the county magistrate led his men to celebrate. The foreman took out a red silk cloth that had been prepared in advance and hung it on the camp gate. The craftsmen lined up on both sides, nervously waiting for General Yuwen to arrive.
However, Yuwen Sheng did not come; he only sent his adjutant Wang Zebang and the 5,000 troops that were about to be stationed there.
After a thorough inspection, Wang Zebang, who had wanted to find fault with Sang Xuanqing, left disappointed. He glared fiercely at Sang Xuanqing and announced that the inspection had passed.
At this moment, the foreman and the craftsmen couldn't help but burst into tears.
This is truly a narrow escape from the jaws of death; I've managed to save my life.
Thinking back to the beginning, the construction of the camp was fraught with difficulties and setbacks, but the successful completion of the project was all thanks to Sang Xuanqing.
The foreman somehow heard that her house had burned down, so when settling the wages of the craftsmen, he secretly took out his own money and gave her a raise.
When Zheng Quchi saw that his salary was significantly higher than others, he was also moved to tears.
The foreman was named Mu Ke. He had a rugged appearance, was big and burly, and had buck teeth... but he was a good person.
In the afternoon, the government dismissed the craftsmen and laborers who had been summoned and sent them back to their hometowns. They boarded the same carts they had come in and were sent back, swaying and rocking.
With money in his pocket, Zheng Quchi was eager to return to his hometown in glory.
I wonder how Boss Sang and Little Sister Sang are doing.
In the car, Shan Bian, who had been deliberately keeping his distance from her, came closer again after seeing that nothing had happened in the past few days.
He muttered to himself, "Didn't you say that as long as you jump high enough, Yuwen Sheng would notice the short people among the tall ones? Why does it feel like this plan isn't working?"
Zheng Quchi: "What's the rush? We're all in the same county. He can't possibly run away."
"I'm not in a hurry, but the higher-ups are."
He slyly handed her a note and told her to read it herself.
Seize Jiulong quickly to prevent any unforeseen events.
Zheng Quchi looked completely numb.
What's the point of defending against it? The situation has already spiraled out of control and is spiraling out of control.
What exactly is inside that box?
Dan Bian glanced away and chuckled, "How would I know? We're just hands, how could we know anything about the brain?"
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