Suddenly, a soldier rushed over and whispered a few words in Zhu Chaofeng's ear.
Zhu Chaofeng's eyes suddenly lit up, seemingly boosting his confidence, and he whispered instructions to Zhu Long and Zhu Hu.
Li Huan kept a close eye on Zhu Chaofeng's every move and knew that he was trying to play tricks and was unwilling to hand over 130,000 taels of silver.
Another half hour passed, and more than four hundred villagers had finished drinking their fill of the spicy soup.
The hot and sour soup in the stainless steel soup pot continues to be replenished.
Li Huan reminded him, "Master Zhu, prepare to hand over the silver!"
Zhu Chaofeng waved his hand: "Don't rush, wait until the villagers have finished drinking."
Li Huan knew perfectly well that the old man wasn't waiting for a bowl of spicy soup, but rather to buy time and wait for reinforcements.
A moment later, all five hundred villagers had drunk the spicy soup.
Everyone was so full that their bellies were round and full that there was no need for Hu Sanniang to report the results.
Li Huan said, "One thousand boxed meals, two thousand bottles of beer, and two thousand cans of Sprite have all been distributed! Five hundred farmers have also had their fill of spicy soup!"
"As agreed, if Master Zhu immediately hands over 130,000 taels of silver, I will release Zhu Biao!"
Zhu Chaofeng stroked his beard and smiled slyly: "Here's the silver, it's all yours!"
No sooner had he finished speaking than the five carriages suddenly lurched, and several horses neighed as if they were startled.
Ding! A system notification sounded!
[Congratulations, Master! You have completed the third task in "Traveling Through Water Margin"!]
[Congratulations, Master! You have received triple the upgrade reward, and your current level is level eight!]
Li Huan felt relieved and said to Wu Song, "Brother Song, release Zhu Biao!"
Wu Song quickly untied the "red brocade lasso" and returned it to Hu Sanniang.
Zhu Biao remained squatting motionless, his brows furrowed as if he were constipated.
Zhu Long hurriedly asked, "Why isn't Third Brother getting up?"
Zhu Biao pressed his hands to his knees, his eyebrows furrowed, and said, "My...my legs are numb..."
Suddenly, the sound of horses' hooves rang out from outside the crowd!
A man galloped away on horseback, holding a ten-foot spear, shouting loudly!
"Third sister! Your brother is here to save you!"
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