"I believe Uncle," Shang Yuantang said, taking a sip from his teacup. "Do you know Qin Li? Those seven daring bandits in the valley today insisted that the things in the valley were Qin Li's doing. It's dark now, and I can't go around the village looking for him. If Uncle Lu can give me a clue, it would save us a lot of trouble."
He deliberately mentioned the things in the valley just to see if there was something hidden in it as he thought.
I also want to know whether those things were moved away by them or by someone else.
As for those seven people, they probably didn't lie. It was their first time entering that valley.
After Shang Yuantang finished speaking, Lu Zhongqing's smiling eyes gradually turned cold.
Back then, his father and Shang Yanci's father were the most powerful generals in Yan State.
His father was born in a grassroots family and was a genuine farmer's son. He led a group of poor brothers who were not afraid of death and made great military achievements.
Shang Yanci's father was a nobleman from the south. He supported the new policies of the Yan State with both money and effort, and was also extremely talented and strategic in warfare.
He and Shang Yanci grew up in the army since childhood. They are both the best people in their respective environments and are often compared to each other.
Over the years, the two of them only knew of each other's existence but had never met each other. At the same time, they were secretly competing in their hearts for the top spot.
Later, his father's old illness relapsed, so he took his father to the south for medical treatment. Shang Yanci took good care of him. Before returning home, he came to express his gratitude. The two drank and chatted for three days, and became friends who had only met once in this life.
Later, he came here with his family.
Businesses in the south are booming and becoming increasingly prosperous.
He was really surprised that Shang Yuantang came today. To be honest, he couldn't figure out his intentions. Did he want to step on him or give him a hand?
Song Muzhi held the teapot and gave Lu Zhongqing a slight wink while pouring tea for him. Lu Zhongqing's eyes flashed with surprise.
The two men met after arriving at the tea mountain. One was a cheerful military general, and the other was a knowledgeable scholar with the mind of a military strategist.
Their sons became good friends, and they became friends in need.
After Lu Zhongqing understood what Song Muzhi meant, he picked up the tea, took a big sip, looked at Shang Yuantang and laughed.
"My dear nephew, you have asked the right person. Qin Li is my only heir, Lu Chengyi, the same Lu Chengyi who once went to the south to fight with you.
He now lives with his great aunt, and as usual, he feels itchy in his bones if he doesn't fight with others for a day.
He beat up all the boys in the commune who were about his age. It's normal that some people blame him and wrongly accuse him."
He and Shang Yanci's son, like himself and Shang Yanci, were also compared by people in their circle.
When his son was young, he was not convinced. When he was twelve years old, he secretly ran from the north to the south and found Shang Yuantang, who was one year older than him, and fought with him.
The two brats hit each other hard and beat each other so hard that it was hard to tell who was who. They only stopped after one of their arms was dislocated and their thigh was fractured.
Fortunately, his son was slightly better and was full of life again after a week of care.
This kid in front of me was raised for ten days before going out.
Shang Yuantang stood up in surprise when he heard this, "He's not dead?"
Not long after the two men had fought, news of his death came, which made him hate and regret.
What he hated was that he would never be able to defeat him in his lifetime. What was regrettable was that he rarely met an opponent, so why did he die?
He suppressed the joy and excitement in his heart and said, Lu Chengyi, I haven't seen you for ten years. I hope you won't let me down.
Lu Zhongqing and Song Muzhi saw the joy in his eyes and breathed a sigh of relief. This time they had made the right bet.
Those who come are friends, not enemies.
Shang Yuantang had regained his composure. He warned calmly, "Since he's Uncle Lu's son, they must have wronged him. There are many wolves in the mountains, and he's bound to suffer. It's best not to go there in the future."
"Of course. I will restrain him and not allow him to go hunting in the mountains again." Lu Zhongqing raised his teacup and bowed gratefully to Shang Yuantang. "Take my regards to your parents. I have missed them terribly over the years."
Shang Yuantang picked up the teacup and bowed respectfully, "Thank you, Uncle Lu. I will pass it on to you."
The two chatted about other things for a while, and seeing that it was getting late, Shang Yuantang stood up and said goodbye.
Lu Zhongqing and Song Muzhi Fang Desheng sent the people to the foot of the tea mountain. Looking at the vast night, their faces were full of frustration.
"That's good, I'm finally no longer worried," Lu Zhongqing walked back, "I'm afraid all the things in the mountain have been confiscated, and Cheng Yi probably doesn't know about this yet.
Desheng, tell Shiliang not to tell him that Shang Yuantang is here, and tell him that this matter must not be mentioned again, and no one is allowed to go to the mountains again."
"Yes, I've already told Liangzi," Fang Desheng said, still worried, "There are so many things, I'm afraid those three guys won't be able to bear to part with them and cause trouble."
Song Muzhi said, "This matter must be kept secret. We must not let Cheng Yi know that it was Shang Yuantang who moved his things. Let Shi Liang go to Aunt Qiu and ask her to talk to the little girl and ask her to persuade him."
He heard Song Che say that Cheng Yi was a rebellious person, but he was as soft as a cat in front of the little girl from the Shen family. She would never go west when she told her to go east, and he had no manliness at all.
Lu Zhongqing also knew what he was saying. He turned around and glared at Song Muzhi, who was teasing his son. "Let Meixiang persuade your son to stop ordering him around like that with all his bad intentions."
His son inherited the affectionate genes of his Lu family. What's wrong with loving his woman?
"Your son is still picking tea on that hilltop. Was it my son who ordered him to do that?" Song Muzhi retorted with a smile.
Lu Zhongqing pursed his lips tightly and was speechless.
That kid is a bit of a loser.
Fang Desheng followed the two of them, picking up jokes along the way, "Let him pick them there. I'll ask Shiliang to go back to the village and tell Qiuniang and the Wei family about what happened in the mountains, and then this matter will be over."
"We went there, but you're in trouble," Lu Zhongqing said jokingly, looking at Fang Desheng, "Go back quickly and find out who the seven people Shang Yuantang has captured are and how much their families know. Don't make such a fuss that you can't even continue your job as branch secretary."
Fang Desheng's smile faltered. "They arrested seven more people? We're screwed."
"Hahaha, you can't even handle such a small thing. Don't come to the tea mountain in the future," Song Muzhi smiled and patted his shoulder. "It's just that the work in the mountain has stopped. Let them three take over the spring plowing work for you. You're an old man, don't be so stubborn."
"yes!"
Fang Desheng saluted, turned around and left in a hurry, found his youngest son to make some arrangements, and rode his bicycle back to the team.
At the foot of Kaoshan Village, in a small tea garden that did not belong to the tea mountain, Song Che accompanied Qin Li in picking tea and was busy until midnight. Ten kilograms of fresh tea were roasted into three kilograms of dry tea.
Looking at his bright and cheerful smile, Song Che was very confused. "What is matcha cake?"
If it's a good thing, ask Chen Tan to make another one for his Mei Xiang to try.
Qin Li paused as he was about to leave. He knew about cakes, but he really didn't know about matcha cakes.
"Why do you ask that?"
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