Chapter 280 Who Cut the Rope?
When Xu Yu was asked to get off the car, he was completely stunned.
Xu Yu took the snacks that Sang Zhixia stuffed out of the car, and was both amused and angry: "It won't take more than an hour to go back. I'm not hungry!"
Sang Zhixia firmly pried his hand open: "Even if you are not hungry, take it."
"Otherwise, I'd be guilty of sending you back halfway."
Xu Yu held his forehead with his hands, not knowing whether to laugh or cry. He took the reins from Xue Liu and said with some concern, "Zhizhi, do you really not need me to go with you?"
"Lin Yun and the others have already fallen flat on their faces. Those people in Black Cliff Village are definitely not easy to deal with. If you just go there rashly, will you..."
"Won't."
Sang Zhixia said decisively without waiting for Xu Yu to finish his words: "Those people don't dare to do anything real."
The ownership of Mo Ding Mountain is another matter, and it is not clear who the tea trees on the mountain belong to. However, what Lin Yun and his team have found now is not within the scope designated by Heiya Village.
If something has no owner, it belongs to whoever finds it first. Why should she feel guilty?
Sang Zhixia patted Xu Yu's hand in a seemingly gentle but perfunctory manner: "Just go back with peace of mind. I'll have someone send you a message when I get there."
"Besides, as soon as you leave, I'll immediately send someone to invite the city guard of North City. With the government officials keeping an eye on things, nothing will go wrong."
Xu Yu had a lot to say, but he hesitated for a long time and finally sighed silently.
"That's all."
"But remember, the people in this village are quite tough, and it's even harder to explain anything involving money. You can't let Xue Liu and the others get close to you, and you can't be left alone, understand?"
Xu Yu's worries were justified.
After a terrible famine, both silver and rice were still on everyone's sensitive nerves.
At times like this, the slightest disturbance will stimulate the tense strings in people's hearts.
Sang Zhixia nodded to indicate that she knew the seriousness of the matter.
Xu Yu opened his mouth as if he wanted to say something, but Sang Zhixia waved him off. "Don't be so long-winded."
Xu Yu: “…”
"I'm just going to get the tea trees we found. I'm not going to fight or argue with anyone. What's there to keep an eye on?"
As Xu Yu looked on helplessly, Sang Zhixia simply said, "Go home and wait for my good news."
Sang Zhixia is acting more and more like an old man, speaking concisely, decisively and efficiently, and never procrastinating.
She was so anxious to see the rare tea trees that she didn't even have the patience to give Xu Yu any more time to be affectionate with her.
Xu Yu shook his head and laughed. He grabbed Sang Zhixia's hand, which was about to be withdrawn, and took a bite. Under Sang Zhixia's dissatisfied glare, he said, "Okay, I'll go home and wait for you."
The carriage that had stopped briefly continued to move forward, and the sound of horse hooves leaving in the opposite direction gradually faded away.
Song Liu pulled the reins and said worriedly, "Boss, I'm going to the City Guard House to report the news. You'll only be accompanied by Sister Xue. This..."
"It's just you, Sister Xue, right now, but won't Lin Yun and the others be there when we get there?"
There were a total of twenty people who went out to look for tea trees. Was there any need to worry about not having enough people when they arrived?
Song Liu wanted to say something, but Sang Zhixia looked disdainful and said, "You're still young, don't learn your young master's habit of being long-winded. Go and take the message to the place where he lives. It's better than staying here as a coachman."
"Xue Liu, you drive the carriage. When we get to the Northwest Camp Post, which is 20 miles ahead, we'll leave the carriage there and get two horses from there to ride over."
There is already a commotion in Heiya Village, and it would not be a good thing to delay on the road at this time.
Sang Zhixia expressionlessly tried to tighten her sleeves, which were too wide and too thick, as all sorts of thoughts flashed through her mind.
Black tea is already precious, and a century-old tea tree is an extremely rare living treasure.
It’s a pity that this little babe grows in the wrong place.
Sang Zhixia was calculating the silver he had brought with him this time, and thought: As long as the people of Heiya Village don't make too much trouble, then outsiders should be more polite. For the sake of that tea tree, it's not a bad idea to give the villagers some benefits.
As long as the people in Heiya Village know when to quit, this matter is actually not difficult to handle.
However, Sang Zhixia had been thinking well along the way with the silver in her pocket. When she arrived at the place and saw the blood on Lin Yun's arm from afar, her eyes suddenly shrank and her face darkened.
“Whoa!”
Sang Zhixia pulled the reins hard and raised the horse's hooves high. The villagers who were gathered in a group with sticks and axes in their hands turned around when they heard the sound and saw Sang Zhixia on horseback with a look of surprise on their faces.
As spring comes, the ice and snow melt.
The chill in the air was much milder than in midwinter, and most people had replaced their heavy cotton-padded jackets with padded jackets.
Sang Zhixia wore a light green padded riding jacket inside to protect her from the cold wind blowing in her face while riding, and a white fox fur cloak outside.
The collar of the cloak was ingeniously decorated with a fiery red fox fur collar, which made her jade-like face even more noble.
Sang Zhixia twirled the whip in her hand in the dead silence. Lin Yun, who was surrounded by the crowd, had a flash of nervousness in his eyes and shouted, "Master, be careful!"
careful?
Sang Zhixia sensed the deep-seated vigilance behind these two words, pressed the tip of her tongue against the roof of her mouth, and dismounted, her voice icy: "Who hurt you?"
If you have something to say, you can talk it out nicely.
Sang Zhixia could actually guess what the people from Heiya Village were intending.
The villagers on the cliff were unaware of the existence of the tea trees. Even if they knew, they could only stare at them and drool, without any chance to touch them.
It is not so much that Lin Yun and his friends violated the taboos of the villagers, but rather that the treasure they found was too tempting and aroused the envy of these people.
It's nothing more than a desire for some benefits. In the territory that others have marked out, Sang Zhixia doesn't mind turning a blind eye and giving some benefits.
But the premise is not to go too far.
Xue Liu dismounted at the same time and drew the scimitar at his waist without saying a word, following closely beside Sang Zhixia.
Sang Zhixia looked coldly at the messy bloodstains on the ground. The coldness in his eyes grew darker as he spoke each word with pause: "How are our people injured? How did they get hurt?"
Sang Zhixia’s momentum is so overwhelming that it overwhelms people.
The villagers who had planned to take the initiative were speechless for a moment, and when Sang Zhixia approached, they subconsciously held their breath and made way.
Lin Yun, who was blocked in the middle, rushed out in time. Without waiting to stand still, he knelt on one knee in front of Sang Zhixia and replied with his head lowered: "To reply to the boss, if Xie An and Chen Feng are injured, they are both..."
Lin Yun's throat rolled violently, and his voice was hoarse: "They were all injured by falling off the cliff. They are still unconscious, but they are not seriously injured."
"Falling down the cliff?"
Sang Zhixia glanced at the villager closest to him with an ambiguous expression and sneered, "They are the two with the best Qinggong skills. How did they roll down this cliff?"
Lin Yun's eyes suddenly turned red, and he lowered his head deeply. "When the conflict happened on the cliff edge, Xie An and Chen Feng were hanging on the cliff. Someone took advantage of the chaos and cut the rope tied to them."
On the edge of the cliff, the conflict, the cut hemp rope, and the people who are now blocked at the entrance of the village.
Without Lin Yun's further explanation, it was enough for people to imagine the various scenes at that time.
Sang Zhixia looked at the mottled blood dripping down Lin Yun's arm and quickly closed her eyes: "You get up first."
Xue Liu quickly helped Lin Yun up. Sang Zhixia turned around and looked at the people around her who were constantly sizing her up. Every word she said was cold: "Who cut the rope?"
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