When Song Yichen saw those people shrinking their eyes, he thought they were victims of the disaster coming to grab things, so he took the stick on the carriage and prepared to go over to help.
But as soon as he approached, he heard the disaster victim at the front say respectfully to Li Yunze: "Master, what should we do with these people?"
Li Yunze glanced at the guard who fell on the ground and said expressionlessly:
"Kill them all and bury them in a hidden place so that no one can find them. You put on their clothes and follow me to escort Miss Song and Mr. Song back to Fengcheng."
"Yes, Master."
Those people moved very quickly, and within a short time, the twenty or thirty guards and servants were carried away.
Song Yichen was stunned, what was going on? How can these refugees be called Brother Li’s master?
Seeing that he was still stunned, Li Yunze briefly explained to him, "These are my uncle's men. Tongtong and I were afraid that something would happen on the road, so we borrowed some people from him to escort you back."
Song Yichen was silent for a long time and bowed deeply to him, "Thank you, Brother Li."
Li Yunze supported him and said, "Now is not the time to be polite. Please clean up this place quickly. We won't rest tonight and have to travel all night."
Uncle Lin's men had already changed their clothes when they came back.
Li Yunze brought two buckets of water and asked them to fill the water bags. This is the space well water that Ye Yutong changed when no one was paying attention.
They had been walking all day during the day, and they had to travel again at night. Let them drink some space well water to replenish their physical strength.
Ye Mingxuan and Song Yichen took two baskets of white flour pancakes and shared them with everyone.
Song Yichen cupped his hands and said gratefully: "Brothers, we have to travel all night tonight. Thank you for your hard work."
The leading middle-aged man clasped his fists and said, "Young master, you're welcome. You are our master's friend. If you have any questions, just give me instructions."
Uncle Lin sent thirty men over, and there are twenty-five horses here.
Four people drove the two trucks carrying supplies, and one person helped Song Yichen drive the carriage.
Ye Yutong was worried that the two old horses could not run fast, so he carried half a bucket of well water to feed them.
The group of people rushed towards Fengcheng non-stop.
But the Fang family was not so peaceful.
Mrs. Fang was sitting there letting the little girl rub her back, while Grandma Sun was talking to her next to her.
"Madam, the day is getting hotter and hotter. I remember there is a piece of fine-grained yarn in the box. I will take it out later and cut it for you, right? That color is just right for you now."
Mrs. Fang said with a smile: "I would have forgotten if you didn't tell me. That piece of material was given to me by my sister-in-law when I returned to the capital last time. I have never been willing to wear it, so I will make it this year."
The maid next to her was very discerning and took the key to the inner room to get the ingredients without waiting for instructions.
But after a while, the maid came out with a pale face and said, "Madam, Madam, everything inside is gone, everything is gone."
Mrs. Fang stood up immediately and asked, "What's missing?"
"Several...several...several boxes of stuff are gone."
Mrs. Fang and Grandma Sun walked quickly to the inner room. When they saw the empty box, their expressions changed.
Mrs. Fang suddenly thought of the gold and silver jewelry hidden under the bed, and ran out like crazy.
He casually threw the quilt on the bed to the ground, opened the heavy wooden board, and saw that it was empty, with several boxes missing.
She suddenly collapsed there.
The prefect in the front yard was busy with his official duties, and felt that something was wrong with the screen as he looked at it. It had been tampered with.
Are you just about to open the secret room to see if the things are still there? A servant's voice came from outside, "Master, Fang Zhuangtou is here."
Magistrate Fang frowned, why is Fang Qiang here? Did something happen?
He quickly shouted: "Let him come in."
Fang Qiang crawled in from the yard on his knees. When he got inside, he cried bitterly and said, "Master, the food on the farm has been robbed."
"What did you say?" Magistrate Fang pointed at him and asked angrily.
Fang Qiang trembled and almost wet his pants in fear, but he recounted the incident without any concealment.
But he only said that someone had gone to rob the grain, and did not dare to mention him and his concubine.
The prefect felt something was wrong now and immediately opened his secret room.
It looked empty inside, everything had been stolen. You know it's not easy.
His mind was racing, who did it? Who is so bold? Dare to steal from his house and steal grain from his village?
Could it be the Song family? No, it can't be the Song family.
If the Song family had known about Song Jingyan, it would have been impossible for Song Yichen to come here alone, without even a bodyguard.
He suddenly thought, could those two young men and a little girl who came with Song Yichen be them?
Before he could figure it out, Mrs. Fang hurried over. When she saw Fang Qiang kneeling in the study, she knew something big had happened.
She asked eagerly: "Fang Qiang, you are not guarding Zhuangzi, why are you back?"
Fang Qiang cried and said: "Madam, the food on Zhuangzi has been robbed."
"What, the food is gone?"
After hearing his words, Mrs. Fang almost fell down.
All the grain they harvested in the past few years is stored in Zhuangzi. The grain in the mansion is only enough to last a few months.
Magistrate Fang quickly supported her, "Have the things in your room been stolen too?"
Mrs. Fang said bitterly: "The nasty little thief not only stole my gold, silver, jewelry, antique calligraphy and paintings, but also the fabric."
She suddenly looked at Magistrate Fang and asked with a pale face: "Master, is it possible that you are also..."
Fang Zhifu had a sullen face and said nothing.
Mrs. Fang was confused and asked: "Master, what should we do now?"
Magistrate Fang walked a few steps in the room, and the disgusted person waved his hand forcefully, "You go out first, I will take care of you later."
Fang Qiang quickly got up from the ground and retreated shakily.
The prefect then said in a low voice: "Madam, we may have underestimated that boy from the Song family. He must have done this together with those little beasts?"
Mrs. Fang said doubtfully: "Isn't it possible? How old are they? Even if they stole the money in the house, how did they transport so much grain in the village?"
Although she hated those people, but just a few of them could steal their money and food without anyone noticing. How could this be possible?
Magistrate Fang said categorically: "It must be them."
When he thought of Song Jingyan and her brother, his expression suddenly changed, "No, they must still have manpower outside the city. Zhang Rong must be in trouble now. If they can return to Fengcheng smoothly, everything will be over."
Mrs. Fang also thought of this, and she trembled with fright, "Master, what should we do now?"
Fang Zhifu glared at her and secretly scolded her for not succeeding enough and failing too much. "I will write to my father and father-in-law right now and tell them about this."
If Song Jingyan and her brother cannot be killed on the road, then what Shaojie did will be exposed.
Let’s talk to dad! After all, he has some friendship with the patriarch of the Song family. Let him plead for mercy in person to see if the Song family can calm down.
But the best way is to silence Song Jingyan and her brother.
He narrowed his eyes and shouted: "Fang Da, come in."
The man named Fang Da was a one-eyed man, probably in his forties. He didn't say anything after he came in, and just stood aside respectfully waiting for instructions.
Magistrate Fang asked directly: "Is the girl you rescued a few years ago the head of Jinfeng Tower?"
Fang Da glanced at him, nodded and said, "It's Jade Butterfly, the head of Jinfeng Tower."
