Chapter 381 Mudslide
Xu Yu's sudden words made Zhao Zhongquan keep talking all the way, and he wanted to use his mouth to skin and bone Xu Yu and stew him on the spot to vent his anger.
Xu Yu really couldn't stand the torture any longer and wanted to rush back to Ancheng. However, God's will was often contrary to people's wishes. In the next two days, Xu Yu's face was darker than the sky above his head.
Seeing that the situation was not right, Zhao Zhongquan quietly retreated into the carriage.
Song Liu didn't care about the mud on his body. With sweat on his forehead, he said, "Young Master, the road ahead is completely blocked. We can't get through for the time being."
Due to continuous heavy rains for several days, the mountains beside the official road were washed away, and countless rocks and soil fell down, injuring many people and blocking the road to Ancheng.
The rain was so heavy last night that the mud, water and gravel on the ground mixed into a quagmire that was difficult to walk through. Xu Yu had to decide to stop temporarily.
We had originally planned to wait until the rain was a little lighter before setting off, but unexpectedly the road ahead was blocked early this morning.
Xu Yu raised his hand and pinched his aching brow, then said solemnly, "How long will it take before we can leave? What about taking a detour?"
Song Liu smiled bitterly: "It's hard to say how long it will take. I just looked over there for a while. The government office is in such a mess that I don't think they can take care of it for the time being."
"There's only one road from here to Ancheng, and we can't go around it."
If the weather were fine, I could take the risk and try to go through the mountain, but not now.
The rocks are still collapsing intermittently, and there is a risk of being hit at the foot of the mountain at any time.
If you go up the mountain rashly, you may get trapped in the mountains or even slip and fall off the cliff.
Xu Yu and Song Liu might be able to avoid danger with their skills, but the two people in the car couldn't.
Chen Anzhu fell ill. He consulted a doctor but the treatment was ineffective. He was so drowsy that he had difficulty walking.
Zhao Zhongquan is an old man, and the only thing that is agile in his body is his sharp tongue. If he is really trapped in the mountains, he will probably just open his mouth and shout for help.
And they also brought something that absolutely couldn't go wrong.
Xu Yu's eyes darkened a bit, and he quickly closed them: "No need to wait for the officials to come."
Bai Chengren and his men are now busy catching the murderer who killed Zhao Zhongquan, and at the same time trying to choose a suitable scapegoat from among his lackeys. They have no intention of repairing the collapsed official road.
What happened to the mudslide?
It wasn't Bai Chengren himself who died.
If we really wait for the government to send people to rescue and clear the roads, who knows how long we'll have to wait.
Xu Yu couldn't afford to delay.
Xu Yu thought for a moment and said directly, "Go to the nearby villages and find someone and hire him."
"When the rain stops, we'll hire someone to clear the blocked road. It doesn't have to be a very good road, as long as we can get through it."
Song Liu nodded quickly and was about to leave. Zhao Zhongquan, who had been sitting in the carriage for a long time, quickly lifted the curtain and added, "Even if you find someone, don't be impatient!"
"Be sure to observe the terrain carefully. Don't advance if it's raining heavily!"
"There have been many casualties already, we cannot have any more!"
Although he was not an official from Shu, the people on the imperial land were all subjects of the common people.
Zhao Zhongquan was worried: "We can tolerate a delay of one or two days, but those who died or were injured are the pillars of the family. No amount of silver will be enough to make up for it!"
Xu Yu turned around with an ambiguous look.
Zhao Zhongquan glared fiercely: "No one's life is as worthless as grass. Aren't we all the same, regardless of status?"
"Adding more casualties just for a short distance, how is this any different from committing a sin?"
"Isn't it just a couple of days? We can afford to delay."
Xu Yu was silent for a long time, then looked at Song Liu expressionlessly: "Do as he says, but don't be too indecisive."
"We must get through this section in two days at most."
Because the road ahead was blocked, Xu Yu had to drive the car himself, taking the sick Shen Anzhu and Zhao Zhongquan, who claimed to be old and weak, to retreat a distance and find a deserted Taoist temple to stay temporarily.
Zhao Zhongquan was worried that Shen Anzhu would die of illness, so he kept watching the fire while boiling medicine, not daring to look away. He also had to check Shen Anzhu's breath from time to time, and he was completely terrified.
Xu Yu leaned on the doorstep and watched the falling rain, his eyes gloomy.
According to his original plan, he would arrive in Ancheng the day after tomorrow at the latest.
But now that we have been delayed, it has become impossible to keep the appointment.
Zhao Zhongquan tilted his head through the swirling smoke, clapped his hands, and walked over to Xu Yu, muttering, "Isn't it just a few days later?"
"Your wife's upbringing is so strict. If you come home late, is she going to chase you and hold you accountable?"
Xu Yu's mouth tightened and he didn't respond. Zhao Zhongquan couldn't stand the loneliness any longer. "Didn't you send a letter to Ancheng? Your wife should be able to decipher it, right?"
"How about you call the white eagle that delivered the letter back, and I'll write a letter to explain it to you?"
Xu Yu's nagging gave him a headache. He gritted his teeth and said, "The rain is so heavy that it caused a mudslide. Why do you think the White Eagle can still deliver the message?"
The last time he sent a letter to Ancheng, he stated his return date. White Eagle never returned. It was most likely that he was stopped by the heavy rain, and his whereabouts are now unknown.
It was obviously too late to send a letter to Sang Zhixia at the last minute, and it was not realistic to send someone there.
Sang Zhixia was waiting for him in Ancheng.
However, he could not go back as promised.
This was the first time Xu Yu had broken his promise to Sang Zhixia, and he was feeling extremely annoyed. Seeing Zhao Zhongquan was still trying to nag him, he glared at him and said, "Change carriage?"
"The same thing with the carriage?"
Zhao Zhongquan blinked incredulously, then turned back decisively. "What did the doctor say about the proper duration of boiling this medicine? Is it about time?"
"Don't sleep anymore, wake up and take your medicine!"
The heavy rain kept pouring down, covering up Zhao Zhongquan's chattering and also casting a gloomy look in the corners of Xu Yu's eyes.
The inexplicable impatience made Xu Yu unable to calm down. His fingertip slipped and the sharp corner of the carving knife cut his fingertip, and blood gushed out.
Xu Yu stared at the drops of blood, and his heart suddenly skipped a beat without any warning.
With a swish, the sleepy Zhao Zhongquan looked up blankly, and looked at Xu Yu who was striding out with raised eyebrows: "Hey, where are you going in such heavy rain?"
Xu Yu walked away in the rain without looking back: "You guys stay here!"
As soon as Xu Yu finished speaking, a whistle sounded. Zhao Zhongquan ran to the door using his hands and feet. Two black-clad secret guards with their faces covered replaced Xu Yu.
Zhao Zhongquan clung to the door frame, stamping his feet anxiously. "Be careful, kid! If you die, I'm afraid your father will come looking for me in the middle of the night!"
"impatient!"
"You young people are so impatient!"
Zhao Zhongquan's shouting was forgotten, and Xu Yu's figure quickly disappeared behind the rain.
Zhao Zhongquan sat back down, feeling extremely disappointed. He shook his head and sighed, "It's only been a couple of days. I don't know what you're so anxious about."
The person is fine and staying in Ancheng. What could happen if he doesn't run around?
Meanwhile, in Ancheng.
Sang Zhixia's hand suddenly slipped, and the sound of rain outside the window shattered her tense voice: "What did you say?"
"mudslide?!"
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