Volume A Chapter 14 Entering the state and looking at it with admiration
Seeing that Feng Ziying had made up her mind, Feng You no longer hesitated and asked in a deep voice: "Brother Keng, hiding people is easy, but I'm afraid that the thieves will not give up easily if they can't find what they want when they break into the house.
Even if we let them discover the cellar in the back garden, if there is no harvest, they may become suspicious. If we investigate carefully, we may not find clues..."
"Uncle Fu, how much silver is there in the cellar?" Feng Ziying knew that although there was not much silver hidden in the house, there must be some.
Uncle Fu murmured for a long time and then said: "I'm afraid there are five or six hundred taels."
Feng You frowned and shook his head: "Brother Keng, that's not it. These thieves can't count on lies. They are different from ordinary robbers and horse thieves. They don't worry about time, they just find gold, silver, money and things. I'm afraid they will become even more crazy. Maybe
I will turn the whole mansion upside down."
What Feng You said is true.
If ordinary horse thieves were to break into a house and rob someone, they would have to worry about the inspection department and the guards, and they would definitely try to escape if they succeeded, but these thieves were different.
They are gangsters and have already taken control of the outer city of Linqing. They don't need to worry about the guards and the inspection department. They have plenty of time and of course they have to use all their means. So if they really want to enter the house, anything can happen.
Feng Ziying frowned and said nothing, but put her hands behind her back like a grown-up.
"If you want to make the thieves give up, you have to make them believe that this house is worthless." Feng Ziying pondered for a long time before raising her eyes, "It's just that Feng's house may have suffered some disaster."
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"Here they come, they are here." Zuo Liangyu, who was lying on the ridge of the bucket of clay loaches, turned around and roared: "They have arrived under the Drum Tower and are lighting a fire."
Feng Ziying stood under the wall and took a deep breath, "How is their formation?"
"It's a mess, everyone is doing their own thing, but there are a lot of people, and some are already heading towards us."
Zuo Liangyu was breathing rapidly, her thin face was slightly flushed, her fingers were tightly clasped on the wall, and her fingernails were turning white from excessive exertion.
"Don't be nervous. If the sky falls, there will still be tall people carrying it." Feng Ziying comforted the other party, "If they really attack and catch them, you can also say that you came here to hide in trouble and push everything else down.
If you are on top of us, maybe someone will let you live."
Zuo Liangyu also felt a little ashamed of his nervousness. He held on and said: "I'm not afraid of them. Isn't it just a life? Eighteen years later, I will be a good man again! Over the years, I have been through wind and rain.
Go, I’ve seen a lot, and no one has done anything to me.”
"Have you seen Uncle You?" Feng Ziying was more concerned about Feng You who had gone out alone.
"I can't see him. I saw him walking towards Gulou West Street before, but now I can't see him."
Zuo Liangyu gritted his teeth and tried to be brave. Although he had been hanging out for a long time, this time was different. If he didn't pay attention, he might really die.
Feng Ziying had no other choice but to gamble.
Feng Ziying judged that the bandits were so powerful now that it would be unreasonable if there was no one behind them, and it was definitely not a group of White Lotus or Luo Jiao believers who could create such a big trend, especially if they could accurately mobilize the city guards to leave the city.
There's obviously a dirty hand.
Feng Ziying has no intention to care about the various things inside and outside Linqing City, which have nothing to do with herself or the Feng family.
The Feng family only has a courtyard here, and they rarely come back every few years. As long as they can escape from Linqing and return to the capital, nothing will matter.
As for the other members of the Feng family, their relationship with their own family is not very close. It is normal for them to go their separate ways when disaster strikes.
The problem is that I can't leave the city now.
The bandits have taken control of the outer city. If this trend continues, the inner city guards will not respond. Maybe the bandits will attack the inner city if they gain momentum. There are grain stores in the inner city, unless the guards are transferred away from the mountain.
The army can come back in time.
It is not Feng Ziying's habit to pin his fate on these illusory things. He has gradually begun to think about issues with a lot of thinking when he was an official in his previous life.
Because of this, Feng You was increasingly surprised by his performance, but he subconsciously obeyed his arrangements.
There must be someone among the bandits who knows the inside story of the city, so Feng Zhai is destined to be unable to escape this disaster. Since he cannot escape, he can only rely on the guarantor.
Feng Ziying ran quickly into the backyard.
The entire inner courtyard had been moved according to his arrangement. Household furniture had been pushed around and thrown around, and several flower pots and vases were broken and scattered in the verandah and rooms.
The rockery in the back garden was pushed down, revealing the entrance to the cellar. One or two ingots of broken silver were scattered on the entrance and the stone path. It was not obtrusive, but could be seen by anyone who broke into the backyard.
"Uncle Fu, Ruixiang, are you ready?"
"Master, we are almost ready as you said." Ruixiang's face was flushed, but his whole body was trembling like chaff.
"Look at your virtue, you are not even as good as that kid. You have a big scar on your head, and I am still with you." Feng Ziying curled her lips.
"Where's that?" Feng Ziying walked into the side room, "Uncle Fu?"
"Master, do you really want to pour oil on the fire? I'm afraid it won't be saved once it's ignited." Uncle Fu showed a painful and hesitant expression on his face.
How could he accept that he had to set fire to the house that he had worked so hard to maintain for so many years?
"Uncle Fu, there's nothing we can do about it. You can leave the green hills without worrying about having firewood, so you can't watch us all die here, right? The house can be rebuilt after it's burned. I'm still thinking about going back and telling my dad,
Buy the area behind the Scorpion Pit, dig around, and build it into an inner lake for our house, and build it into a manor where our Feng family will come back to spend summer vacation in the future." Feng Ziying comforted the other party.
"And Uncle Fu, look, isn't this also avoiding the Ronghua Hall side? It doesn't matter if the wings on both sides are burned down. This side is separated by an inner wall, so most of it can still be preserved."
There is no other way.
The thieves have already swept in and will soon reach here. If we don't make a decision, once the thieves break in, it will be too late.
If he decisively set fire to the entire wing on both sides of Feng's house, the loss would not be too small, but it would be worth it, at least for Feng Ziying, just to save her life.
The door was slammed open, startling the unprepared group of people in the yard, and the little girl Lin Daiyu even screamed, no longer as reserved and arrogant as before.
It was Feng You, holding a corpse under both arms. He had dark skin, thick hands and feet, and was wearing a brown shirt. Judging from his appearance, he must be a kiln worker from outside the city, and of course he was a bandit.
It is said that this riot happened because the kiln owners could not afford the miscellaneous taxes set by the tax supervisor and had to stop work. The kiln workers, who had lost their source of livelihood, finally couldn't stand it anymore after several months of hardship. In addition, some people instigated
The incitement quickly evolved into today's chaos.
