Outside the Bandit Village, baskets of stones were picked up by strong men and stacked in a long row.
The strong women helped carry or push the carts, while the thinner ones gathered in the north of the village to cook and cook.
The village chief and several famous elders in the village stood under the old trees at the head of the village, looking at the river bend in the distance, discussing how to defend themselves.
The younger stewards and the people sent by the county magistrate were discussing in another place, looking a little ugly.
They had just been scolded, and everyone wanted to beat them to death.
Zhao Yan and Sizhu were woken up by the sound of banging. They packed their things and went downstairs. They found that the shopkeeper was also packing things, just like yesterday.
"Your Majesty, you're awake," the shopkeeper raised his head, "Just in time, I was about to call you."
"What are you doing?" Sizhu asked.
"I received news yesterday that those horse thieves were going to join forces to attack, but the stewards only said it today, and said they were afraid of causing everyone to panic!" the shopkeeper scolded, "These days, what is the boss? It's a toss-up!"
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"That's just right," Sizhu glanced at the backyard, "We're getting ready to leave, how about you bring the food with us?"
"Leave?" The shopkeeper shook his head, "They can't get in, and we can't get out. If you want to leave, go and climb the mountain!"
"Can't get out?" Zhao Yan was stunned, "Why!"
The shopkeeper didn't say anything, and bundled the small bundle containing clothes, ledgers, and a lot of copper coins into a big bundle.
Sizhu said "cut" and took Zhao Yan's arm: "Miss, let's go."
"Um."
But as the shopkeeper said, when they arrived at the village where they came yesterday, they almost lost their place to stay.
Cart after cart, basket after basket, piles of stones were dumped on the road, forming several high walls.
Their carriage was too much in the way, which caused a lot of scoldings. Some women were very sharp-tongued and scolded them.
The coachman was sitting outside and couldn't bear the scolding. He looked back at the carriage and said, "You two girls, I want you to stop coming. You have to come!"
Sizhu was lying on the window, looking at the situation outside, and was flustered: "Miss, why don't we really leave?"
Zhao Yan paused, then suddenly lifted the car curtain and walked out.
Sizhu was stunned for a moment and hurriedly followed up: "Miss?"
"Well, you stay here," Zhao Yan looked at the coachman, "We will go back by ourselves, but don't make it sound like we harmed you. Didn't you also take the money?"
Sizhu jumped down and followed her. Hearing this, he said, "That's right!"
While he was talking, another woman was scolding him on the roadside.
Zhao Yan didn't bother to argue with these village women, so she pulled Sizhu away and walked towards the head of the village.
The village road, which was not spacious, was crowded and there was no place to step down. Zhao Yan took Sizhu and walked to the side path.
After taking a few steps, I saw a figure, wandering in front of a mud house, walking back and forth for a few small steps. He looked familiar.
Sizhu looked at it carefully and said, "Miss, isn't that the clerk in the store?"
Hearing the sound, the guy also looked over.
"Hey, what are you doing!" Sizhu shouted.
The clerk held a letter in his hand and hurriedly put his hands behind his back after hearing this.
"What are you hiding?" Sizhu looked at him suspiciously, paused, and suddenly said loudly, "Ha! I know! What a man, could it be that you were sent by those horse thieves..."
"No, no!" the guy interrupted her.
Sizhu walked over quickly and snatched the letter from his hand.
"Hey!" the waiter shouted.
"What are you doing!" Sizhu glared at him, held the letter and hid behind him.
"This thing is useful. It is for Xiao to manage things."
"What's this, so weird!" Sizhu looked back and forth at the envelope.
"Give it to me." Zhao Yan said.
Taking the letter, Zhao Yan looked back and forth, but there was no signature on the letter.
She put it under her nose and sniffed again.
"Miss, what are you smelling?"
"See if it's poisonous."
"Poison?" Sizhu was startled and said, "But you can't smell it if it's poisonous."
"It's not poisonous. I've been pinching it for so long, so it's fine," the man said.
Zhao Yan looked at him: "Who gave it to you?"
Seeing that the waiter was hesitant, Sizhu said fiercely: "Say it!"
"Just, that girl."
"Girl?" Sizhu thought for a moment and suddenly said, "Her! This little beggar can still write letters? Or does someone else write them to her?"
The boy didn't answer, but stretched out his hand to take back the letter.
Zhao Yan also imitated Sizhu's behavior just now and hid behind. Sizhu stepped forward and blocked the waiter: "What do you want to do!"
Zhao Yan turned around and had already opened the envelope.
Three pages of letter paper, the handwriting is elegant, clean and generous.
She glanced briefly and said blankly: "It's like a strategy to defeat the enemy."
"Destroy the enemy?"
"We can't delay this thing," Zhao Yan hurriedly stuffed the letter back and looked at the clerk, "Why don't you send it over?"
"I-amn't I scared..." The guy faltered.
Too.
In fact, she didn't quite understand the method mentioned above.
"If this method works, do you know that you are harming others?" Zhao Yan said, "If this method is fake and you want to cooperate with the horse thieves, you should show it to those people and let them judge for themselves."
What he said is quite similar to that girl.
The man nodded and said nothing.
Zhao Yan felt disdainful again, secretly wondering what kind of future the inn's handyman here could have.
She handed the letter to Sizhu: "Go and hand it over and run over."
"Um!"
Sizhu took the letter and ran away.
When the clerk saw her sending the letter away, he breathed a sigh of relief: "Then, I'm leaving."
Zhao Yan didn't even look at her and walked in the direction Sizhu left.
"Letter?" A man reached out to take it and looked at the girl in front of him.
Sizhu was tired from running, holding on to the old tree and gasping for air: "It's just a letter, you can see for yourselves."
Several men over there heard the words and came over, and one of them snatched it away.
He didn't recognize many words, so he looked at Xiao Yumao over there: "Manager Xiao, take a look."
Xiao Yumao was about 23 or 24 years old. He looked like a scholar and wore washed and faded cloth clothes.
He reached out and took the letter that was handed to him. After looking at it, he frowned and raised his eyebrows slightly.
"this……"
He whispered and looked back and forth several times.
"What are you talking about?" someone next to me asked.
"Three ways." Xiao Yu said boldly.
"Method?" Someone was delighted, "What kind of method?"
"The way to solve the dilemma," Xiao Yu smiled and looked at Sizhu, "Thank you for sending it, girl! Thank you later!"
"Don't thank me, this is not mine!" Sizhu said hurriedly.
She still remembered what Zhao Yan said just now, about how this method was fake and so on. If something happened, she would not be able to bear the blame.
"good."
Xiao Yucao responded casually, turned back to look at the big men over there, and stretched out his hand to call out two close friends: "Quick, come with me!"
A county magistrate next to him stopped him: "Where are you going?"
