The situation outside the village is like a sudden change for the refugees.
There is no way in the village to know.
Xia Zhaoyi stood in front of the village for a long time, looking far away and unable to see the "coup" happening on the other side of the mountain.
Many people in the village were looking for her, and they searched for most of the village before anyone found her standing here holding an umbrella.
Light and water mist intertwined on her body, and her slender figure seemed to fade into the painting. When she heard someone calling her, she turned around, and the coldness on her face faded a bit, and a touch of warmth appeared on her face.
The visitor pointed in the direction of the ancestral hall and said they were looking for her.
It was not difficult to guess what was going on. Xia Zhaoyi said calmly: "I want those prisoners. Three prisoners will be exchanged for one stone of rice, and fifteen will be exchanged for five stone of rice. Ask Mr. Zhan Qi if he is willing to do this deal."
"In exchange for rice?" the visitor was surprised.
"In exchange for rice." Xia Zhaoyi said.
"...Okay, I'll go back and report!"
The visitor turned around and ran away, splashing water in the pit with his footsteps.
Xia Zhaoyi held the bamboo umbrella and looked at the horizon again, then turned and left.
Back in the courtyard, I heard Lao Tong and Wu Shaoning talking about sending a few more secret guards to deliver the letter. Xia Zhaoyi asked casually as he closed his umbrella. Wu Shaoning said "uh" and said, "It's Du Xuan who gave it to my young master."
letter."
"Are we going to send so many people?" Xia Zhaoyi was curious.
Wu Shaoning didn't know how to explain the unequal information to her.
First, he said that Zhi Changle was dead, but the next night he was alive. Then he had to send someone out quickly to tell him, otherwise, Zhi Changle would really have passed away from the young master's side.
Also, I need to go to Hengxiang to rush for supplies, and Hengxiang needs to send more manpower.
They were also having a headache from sending letters one after another.
Wu Shaoning finally excused himself with vague words, saying that it was something about the Guo family and the Shen family and it was hard to say more.
Xia Zhaoyi nodded and stopped asking.
In the house, Lin Shuanglan was lying on the table and sleeping soundly. Zhi Changle was awake, lying on the bed thinking about life.
Xia Zhaoyi went over to check on the injury. Zhi Changle seemed to have met a savior and said weakly: "Ah Li, you have to get rid of this girl."
"Why?" Xia Zhaoyi was confused.
"She bothers me and I want peace and quiet."
"Is it bothering you?" Xia Zhaoyi nodded, "Okay."
"I can't speak anymore, my chest hurts..."
"Um."
After checking the injuries, there was no need to re-bandage or apply medicine. Xia Zhaoyi asked him to have a good rest and went to the table to gently push Lin Shuanglan awake.
Lin Shuanglan's eyes were filled with fatigue from not sleeping well. When she opened her eyes and saw it was her, she almost immediately recovered: "Miss Ah Li."
"Brother Zhi doesn't want you to stay here," Xia Zhaoyi said warmly, "I'll let Brother Tong take care of him."
Lin Shuanglan was stunned by the overly direct remarks, and she turned to look at the bed behind her.
Zhi Changle looked sideways at her, his eyes seeming to be looking at an unrelated passerby.
"Well, then," Lin Shuanglan looked away and looked at Xia Zhaoyi, "I won't stay."
She packed away the few books she had brought, and before leaving the house, she couldn't help but look back at the man on the bed.
Zhi Changle was looking at the beams, his head empty.
Lin Shuanglan felt a very light sigh in her heart, sour, annoying and involuntary.
I really don’t like this feeling…
Not long after Xia Zhaoyi returned to the house, Zhan Jiuye sent Zeng Jishi over and told her that Zhan Qiye had not agreed to her rice-for-prisoners deal.
The prisoners were originally captured by the secret guards. Master Zhan Qi did not want to use them in exchange for her rice, but if he continued to kill them, it would be tantamount to breaking up with her.
In the end, Master Zhan Qi had no choice but to hand them all over to Master Zhan Jiu. Master Zhan planned to imprison them for two days while Sun San was still in prison, so they would definitely have something to talk about.
Xia Zhaoyi heard Zeng Ji mention Sun San, and thinking of Sun San's expression, words and deeds, she nodded: "Just listen to Master Zhan Jiu."
After Zeng Jishi left, Xia Zhaoyi continued to draw.
Feet and inches stretched under her charcoal pen. When she got tired of drawing, she took a look at the map drawn by her master.
The rain outside the window gradually subsided, and at the same time, it was getting late. Suddenly, I heard the pattering of footsteps, and someone stepped on the wet ground into the yard.
"Where's Miss Ah Li?" The visitor gasped and asked Lao Tong, who was enjoying the shade under the eaves.
"What's going on?" Lao Tong asked.
"Refugees!" The visitor pointed outside, "The refugees are coming!"
"Here he comes again!" Lao Tong stood up excitedly.
"No, no," the visitor hurriedly waved his hand, "They come in waves, scattered, and ask us if the recruitment we mentioned before still counts."
"What?" Lao Tong suspected that his ears had heard wrongly.
With a "squeak" sound, the door behind him opened softly, and Xia Zhaoyi came out and said, "It's okay, I'll let you go."
The rows of burned ruins in front of the village were filled with scorched earth, filled with villagers who came after hearing the noise.
Some were holding knives, while others were holding long hoes and axes. The angry people looked at the homeless militiamen standing in the open space with extremely hateful eyes.
Master Zhan Qi didn't say anything, and Master Zhan Jiu remained silent, but gradually a voice began to shout: "I don't agree to take them in!"
"Kill them!"
"This is a blood feud!"
The homeless militiamen stood in a group timidly, looking down at the waterlogged ground, not daring to say a word.
As the night gets darker, large bright lanterns are hung on the lamp poles one by one.
The man who came to report the news walked in front to clear the way, and Xia Zhaoyi followed him through the crowd.
"Miss Ali is here," the man said to the generals in the village.
As soon as Master Zhan Jiu saw Xia Zhaoyi, he changed his indifferent expression and walked over immediately, looking a little anxious: "Miss Ah Li!"
He lowered his voice and told Xia Zhaoyi that although Mr. Zhan Qi had changed his mind before and was willing to hire outside workers, the current situation was too tense and everyone in the village refused to agree.
"Master Zhan Jiu," Xia Zhaoyi said, "I understand your difficulty, but this matter has nothing to do with Qingxiang Village."
"What?"
"I want all of these people, but apart from the fact that they entered by mistake now, they will never set foot in Qingxiang Village again. I am recruiting people outside, does it have anything to do with Qingxiang Village?"
Master Zhan Jiu's heart skipped a beat: "Miss Ali, are you going to part ways with our Qingxiang Village?"
"Of course not."
"That……"
"Master Zhan Jiu, I don't have time anymore," Xia Zhaoyi said solemnly, "I need manpower, a lot of manpower to clear the way for me. This was always the purpose of my coming to Qingxiang Village, not to protect you Qingxiang Village.
Come from Xiangcun."
Master Zhan Jiu has always known this. He frowned and looked at the homeless militiamen. Speaking of hatred, he also hated them.
"I will take them away first," Xia Zhaoyi said, "and I promise that they will never enter Qingxiang Village again in the future, nor will they be enemies of Qingxiang Village."
She turned around and looked at the homeless militiamen: "Follow me."
