Chapter 112: Resettlement of the Caravan
Before leaving, Shanshui turned around and smiled happily at Miss Xiaowan.
His smile was so warm that Wen Wan couldn't help but shiver.
Then Shanshui said, "Miss Xiaowan, from now on, I, Shanshui, will recognize you as my sister-in-law!"
After saying this, Shanshui strode out of the tent.
Wen Wan was completely confused and turned to ask Elder Min, "What does he mean by that? Could it be that Captain Zhou has other women? Does he have more than one sister-in-law?"
Elder Min: “…”
How could an elderly man answer such a life-threatening question?
"Uh, I'm going to arrange the city lockdown. Miss Xiaowan has been tired for so many days, so go and rest."
After saying this, Mr. Min left, fearing that she would stop him and ask him questions that he couldn't answer.
*
Perhaps she was really tired, Wen Wan fell asleep almost as soon as she touched the bed.
She thought she might have nightmares after her near-death experience, but unexpectedly, she slept very deeply.
When I woke up again, it was already a day later.
The fireman in the tent made porridge specially for her. After she drank two bowls of porridge with pickles, she felt like she was alive again.
Shanshui woke up before her and had already taken his men and police into the city to arrest the person.
When Wen Wan arrived at the military advisor's residence, she saw him studying a map.
Hearing footsteps, the military advisor looked up, and when he saw it was her, he put down the map and came to greet her.
"Did Miss Xiaowan rest well?"
"Yeah. Pretty good." Wen Wan responded, "Mr. Min, I came here to ask where the survivors of the caravan are now."
When talking about the survivors of the caravan, Mr. Min also sighed.
"They've all been put up in the inns in the city."
Old Min sighed again, "They are all a bunch of pitiful people. They are merchants from Fengcheng. They spend most of the year traveling between Fengcheng and the border towns. They don't make much money, just enough to live on."
"Now almost all the men in the caravan have died, leaving only a dozen old, weak, and sick people. I don't know how they will make a living in the future."
Wen Wan was silent for a moment before she said, "I want to go home. This is a military camp, and as a woman, I'm afraid people will gossip about me living here, and it's not convenient. Also... I want to see the survivors of the caravan."
"Miss Xiaowan's words make sense. Logically, I shouldn't stop you. But..."
Old Min was a little worried. "The people who commanded the death squad are still in the city. I'm afraid something might happen."
Wen Wan said softly, "I'll only go to the inn once and then stay home. Border town is so big, I wouldn't be so unlucky as to run into that guy. Besides, even if I did, he wouldn't dare to attack me in order to avoid being exposed."
“Having said that…how about I send a few people to follow you?” said Old Min.
Wen Wan agreed, "Okay."
After a pause, she remembered another thing, "Mr. Min, I have something else to trouble you with."
Elder Min: "Miss Xiaowan, please speak."
Wen Wan glanced at the mountains outside the tent and said, "If there's any news about Achai, please send someone to tell me, no matter... no matter whether it's good news or bad news!"
Seeing her uneasiness, Elder Min agreed and comforted her:
"Miss Xiaowan, don't worry too much. Good fortune will come to those who are lucky. Captain Zhou is definitely not an ordinary person. With him around, everyone will definitely return safely."
Wen Wan responded without saying anything, just lifted the curtain and walked out.
The sky is blue with white clouds, the mountains are green, and the wind from afar brings the dry and biting yellow sand from the northern desert.
She jumped onto the horse, leaving Old Min with a neat and capable back view.
Old Min stood at the door of the tent, watching her ride away. After a long time, he let out a long sigh.
"What a pity! The man is in love and the concubine is willing, but she is just an orphan with no one to rely on. With Miss Xiaowan's ambition, I'm afraid she won't be willing to be a concubine in the general's backyard. Even if the general comes back, she will be unable to escape the obsession of this resentful woman."
*
A simple mourning hall was set up in the backyard of the inn, and a group of old, weak and sick people knelt in the hall, crying heartbrokenly.
An old woman kneeling in the front recognized Wen Wan. When she saw her come in, she kowtowed to her three times.
Wen Wan took a step back and quickly helped the person up.
"Thank you, young lady, for saving my life." The old woman wiped her tears and did not forget to thank Wen Wan.
Others also gathered around and expressed their gratitude to Wen Wan.
Wen Wan counted the people in the hall, three men and nine women, a total of twelve people. The men were an old man with difficulty walking and two children in their teens, and the women were six women and three little girls.
At first glance, it was clear that the family had lost its able-bodied labor force.
Just like what Mr. Min said, their future livelihood will be in question.
Wen Wan asked: "Where are you from? What are your plans for the future?"
When the old woman heard this, tears began to flow down her face.
"Last year, there was a huge flood in my hometown, and my house collapsed. I thought I could make some money by doing some business this year and rent a yard. But I didn't make any money, and I even lost my life."
"The goods we were transporting were burned by those bastards at the post station. What else can we do now? To feed a few mouths, we have no choice but to sell our children."
When she mentioned the words "selling children", the children were trembling with fear.
The old woman pretended not to see anything and stumbled to her knees in front of Wen Wan.
"Miss, you are kind-hearted. Please be kind and buy my two grandsons. Although they are young, they will follow us around to do business as soon as they wake up. They are not bad at counting a few abacus beads."
As soon as the old woman knelt, the others followed suit.
Wen Wan staggered back two steps, hesitated for a moment, and said, "All of you get up. I won't buy anyone, but..."
A group of people looked up and stared at her eagerly.
Wen Wan was helpless. "I'm currently in need of workers to clean the yard, do laundry, and cook. If I open a shop in the future, I'll also need help from people who understand the market. So, if you're willing, I can hire you to work for me at the market price."
At first, they were a little unresponsive.
Until the old woman figured it out, she burst into tears of joy.
She kowtowed repeatedly, "Miss, you are such a kind person. Our whole family will do our best to help you!"
"Then I'll come back after you finish the funeral."
She didn't dare stay any longer. She couldn't bear the constant kowtow.
At that time, Wen Wan just wanted to do something to make herself feel at ease for the sake of the mother and daughter who died tragically in front of her, not because she really wanted to be a great philanthropist.
However, at that time, she had no idea that her unintentional action would actually bring her enormous wealth.
On the second floor of the inn, the window was slightly opened.
Behind the window, the man holding a folding fan had a cold light in his eyes, and he asked the person next to him in a deep voice.
"Is it her?"
The person next to him took out a portrait, compared it carefully, and nodded.
“It’s her!”
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