Seeing that the old lady didn't respond, I understood what she meant.
He took the initiative to say: "My family's Lao Song plans to let them stay with relatives. After all, they have made some money during this period, so they can afford the rent.
I’m afraid they’ll reveal the mushroom cultivation method.”
The old lady nodded: "It's a good solution."
He didn't care much about Fang Zi. After all, his family had no shortage of money, so if there was a problem, it would be Song Lizheng's responsibility to worry about it.
Aunt Song sighed and talked about something else. The old lady, her mind on her little grandson, responded in a disjointed manner.
At noon, the Ling family simply ate some steamed buns and some side dishes, then went out to investigate the situation.
I don't know how far Ling Jiheng has gone, and whether he will come back today. A group of people were waiting at the foot of the mountain. Before they saw anyone, they saw Yin Bao coming over and said that someone wanted to see the second young master.
Chi Xingyue frowned, wondering who would look for Ling Jiheng. They didn't have many acquaintances in Youzhou.
Ling Weicheng was also the same. He couldn't imagine that anyone would come to look for it in such bad road conditions.
When asked about this, Yin Bao replied, "He didn't reveal his identity, but he looked like a soldier."
Chi Xingyue's uneasy heart relaxed a lot, knowing why the other party came.
However, Ling Jiheng was not around, and as a woman, it was not convenient for her to handle these matters. She could only go back with Ling Weicheng and Shu Muyun, leaving Yinbao here to guard the place.
The few of them walked on the snow, one foot deep and one foot shallow, for a long time before returning to Rongsiyuan.
I saw a straight-legged man sitting opposite the old man, saying something, but his expression was not as serious as I had imagined.
When the old man saw them coming back, he stood up and asked, "Is Heng'er back?"
Ling Weicheng shook his head: "No, the mountain is quiet. I don't know if they can come back tonight."
After saying that, she turned to the man and said, "This is..."
"My name is Fu Huanping, and I'd like to ask Second Young Master Ling for a favor."
Ling Weicheng tactfully didn't ask what he was doing, but instead changed the subject, saying, "Why don't you stay at home first and wait for Heng'er to come back?"
Fu Huanping nodded: "In that case, thank you very much, Master Ling Er!"
Erzhu and Shunzi busied themselves preparing a room in Tinglan Courtyard for Fu Huanping to settle in. The old lady, forcing herself to cheer herself up, asked Aunt Taohua to make some delicious food to entertain him.
Fu Huanping sensed the depressing atmosphere at the Ling family and lamented his arrival at the wrong time. However, he didn't try to avoid them, but instead quietly inquired about the family's situation.
Although the old man had never been in officialdom, he had seen all kinds of people and could immediately grasp the other person's little thoughts.
He casually said some unimportant things, half true and half false, which made the other party stunned. Of course, it could also be that Fu Huanping had printed it.
In short, the old man was very cautious. He refused to reveal more until he had a clear understanding of the other party's background.
Fu Huanping was the same. He had no intention of getting the information he wanted through chatting. He just wanted to test the other party's bottom line.
Now that he knew, he stopped digging and waited for Ling Jiheng to come back and report to the old general.
At the foot of the mountain, Yinbao's legs were numb and his toes were frozen. As it was getting dark, he was about to go home when he saw a few black spots appear on the top of the mountain in the distance.
Yinbao wasn't sure if he was dazzled, so he raised his hands to pry open his eyelids and tried to see, but with little success.
Just when he was feeling a little lost, a bright light rose in the sky. It turned out to be a signal flare, a signal they had agreed with their master, signaling that they needed help.
Yinbao was excited and immediately rushed up the mountain.
Even Ling Liu, Ling Qi and Ling Ba, who were in the big blue brick and tile house, saw it. They packed their weapons and went up the mountain without caring whether it was getting dark or not.
Seeing this, Fu Huanping followed. After trudging through the snow for nearly two hours, they finally saw the disheveled Ling Jiheng and the villagers.
"Master, we are here. Are you not hurt?"
Ling Jiheng nodded and handed the hemp rope to Ling Liu. He covered his lips with his hands and coughed, his eyes full of fatigue.
Ling San sat down on the ground, panting and complaining: "You guys are finally here, but we are so tired!"
Yin Bao slapped him on the head. "Why are you sitting here? Don't you know there's snow on the ground? Aren't you afraid of catching a cold? Why are you back so late? Are you hurt?"
Ling San waved his hand, then nodded as he thought of something. He pointed at the two people lying on the branches and said, "One of them was hit on the back of the head by a leopard, and the other had his calf bitten by a tiger."
Yinbao blinked, thinking that he must be hallucinating.
What kind of mountain is this? There are tigers and leopards everywhere. It was extremely unlucky for his master to encounter them.
But when he glanced at the two injured people, he felt that anything was possible.
Perhaps the master was just unlucky and had to endure a disaster. Fortunately, he returned safely without any danger.
No one cared about the harvest of this winter hunt. Everyone was more concerned about the safety of their brothers.
After a brief exchange of pleasantries, he turned his attention to the hill-like prey.
Yin Bao exclaimed, "Oh my God, where have you been? How did you kill so many tigers and wild boars? Did you destroy their lair?"
"Not really, but almost."
They had no intention of killing anyone, but the weather was cold and the beasts were out looking for food. Ignoring the wind and snow, they headed straight for the cave.
What could Ling Jiheng do? Just let them destroy his harvest? Wouldn't that be a waste of his trip?
So, they gritted their teeth and stomped their feet, and started the fight. The prey kept piling up, and finally there was no more room.
As for how the two villagers were injured?
Ugh, what bad luck! I was attacked when I went out to pee. If Ling Yi hadn't run fast, these two would have died on the mountain.
The result was a concussion and a broken bone.
Although there was no danger to his life, Ling Jiheng was overwhelmed by the vomiting and pain.
They quickly made a stretcher out of branches and placed the two men on it. They pulled it along the flat ground, and carried it uphill or downhill.
When they were almost at Qingshan Village, Ling Jiheng took out a flare and lit it, reporting his safety while looking for backup.
Fortunately, he was lucky enough to attract people. A group of people worked together and finally got down the mountain in the early morning.
When Song Lizheng learned that Ling Jiheng was fine, he became very excited. He cried and laughed in the Ling family mansion, making the old man annoyed with him.
"Hey, Song Lizheng, can you go to the side room and sleep first? My wife is not feeling well and needs to rest!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the old lady slapped him in the face: "You are the one who is not in good health, your whole family...is in good health!"
The second half of the sentence was said with gnashing teeth, which startled Song Lizheng, who was pacing at the door.
The old lady coughed lightly and said, "I won't rest until I see Heng'er." She was so worried that she had no mind to sleep.
The others were the same, sitting in Rongsiyuan, yawning and warming themselves by the fire, but no one said they were sleepy.
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