Jiaohua

Chapter 787 No time (one more)
The situation outside the village seems to have changed for the refugees.

The village has no way of knowing.

Xia Zhaoyi stood in front of the village for a long time, so far away that he couldn't see the "coup d'etat" happening on the other side of the mountain.

Many people in the village looked for her, and they searched for more than half of the village before someone found her standing here holding an umbrella.

Light and water mist intertwined on her body, her slender figure seemed to fade into the painting, when she heard someone calling her, when she turned her head, the coldness on her face faded a bit, and a bit of tenderness appeared.

The visitor pointed in the direction of the ancestral hall and said they were looking for her to go there.

It's not hard to guess what's going on, Xia Zhaoyi calmly said: "I want those captives, three captives are exchanged for one stone of rice, fifteen are five stones of rice, you can ask Zhan Qiye if he would like 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 now!"

The person who came turned and ran away, his footsteps splashing water in the pit.

Holding the bamboo umbrella, Xia Zhaoyi looked at the sky again, then turned and left.

Back in the courtyard, I heard Lao Tong and Wu Shaoning chatting about sending a few secret guards to deliver the letter. Xia Zhaoyi asked casually while putting away the umbrella. letter."

"Do you want to send so many people?" Xia Zhaoyi was curious.

Wu Shaoning didn't know how to explain the unequal information to her.

First of all, he said that Zhi Changle was dying, but the next night, Zhi Changle died, so he had to send out to say it quickly, otherwise, on the side of the young master, Zhi Changle would really die.

And, I have to go to Hengxiang to urge supplies, and Hengxiang needs to send more people.

They are also having a headache with sending letters like this one after another.

In the end, Wu Shaoning evaded it vaguely, saying that it was something about the Guo family and the Shen family, so it was hard to say more.

Xia Zhaoyi nodded and stopped asking.

In the room, Lin Shuanglan was sleeping soundly on the table, and Zhi Changle was awake, thinking about life in bed.

Xia Zhaoyi went to check on the injury, Zhi Changle seemed to have met a savior, and said weakly: "A Li, you have to drive this girl away."

"Why?" Xia Zhaoyi was puzzled.

"She annoys me and I want to be quiet."

"Trouble you?" Xia Zhaoyi nodded, "Okay."

"I can't talk, my chest hurts..."

"Ah."

After checking the injury, there was no need to re-bandage or apply medicine. Xia Zhaoyi told him to rest well, went to the table and gently pushed Lin Shuanglan awake.

Lin Shuanglan's eye circles were full of sleepless fatigue. When she opened her eyes and saw her, she adjusted her state almost immediately: "Miss Ali."

"Brother Zhi doesn't want you to stay here," Xia Zhaoyi said gently, "I'll let Brother Tong take care of him."

Lin Shuanglan was stunned by the overly direct remarks, and she turned her head to look at the bed behind her.

Zhi Changle looked at them sideways, looking at her eyes as if looking at an irrelevant passerby.

"Then, that's fine," Lin Shuanglan looked back at Xia Zhaoyi, "I won't stay."

She packed up the few books she had brought, and before leaving the room, she couldn't help but look back at the man on the bed.

Zhi Changle was looking at the beams of the house, his mind was very empty.

Lin Shuanglan felt a very light sigh in her heart, sour, annoying and involuntary.

I really don't like this feeling...

After she left, Xia Zhaoyi also went back to the house. Not long after, Zhan Jiuye sent Zeng Jishi to tell her that Zhan Qiye did not agree to her deal of exchanging rice for prisoners.

The captives were captured by the hidden guards, Zhan Qiye didn't want to exchange them for her rice, but if he continued to kill them, it would be tantamount to tearing face off with her.

In the end, Zhan Qiye had to hand them all over to Zhan Jiuye. Zhan Jiuye planned to be locked up for two days, and Sun San was still in prison. They must have something to talk about.

Xia Zhaoyi heard that Sun San was mentioned in Zeng Jishi, and thinking of Sun San's expression, words and deeds, she nodded: "I will listen to Zhan Jiuye."

After Zeng Jishi left, Xia Zhaoyi continued to draw.

One foot and one inch stretched under her charcoal pen. When I was tired of drawing, I took a look at the map drawn by Master's hand.

The rain outside the window gradually calmed down, and at the same time it was getting dark, suddenly I heard the sound of pata pata's footsteps, someone stepped on the wet ground into the yard.

"Where's Miss Ali!" The visitor panted and asked Lao Tong who was enjoying the shade under the eaves.

"What's the matter?" Old Tong asked.

"Refugees!" The visitor pointed to the outside, "Refugees are here!"

"Here again!" Old Tong excitedly stood up.

"No, no," the visitor hurriedly waved his hands, "They came in waves one by one, scattered, and asked whether the income we mentioned before was still counted."

"What?" Old Tong suspected that his ears had misheard.

With a "squeak", the door behind him opened gently, and Xia Zhaoyi came out and said, "It's still counting, I'll go with you."

Rows of burned ruins in front of the village were full of villagers who had heard the news.

Some were carrying knives, some were holding long hoes and axes. The angry people looked at the migrant soldiers standing in the open space with hatred.

Zhan Qiye didn't say a word, Zhan Jiuye was silent, but gradually there was a voice shouting: "I don't agree to take them in!"

"Kill them!"

"This is a blood feud!"

The militiamen stood timidly in a group, looking down at the water-logged ground, not daring to make a sound.

As the night got darker, big bright lanterns were hung on the light poles one by one.

The man who came to report the letter walked ahead and opened the way, and Xia Zhaoyi followed him through the crowd.

"Miss Ali is here." The man said to the generals in the village.

When Zhan Jiuye saw Xia Zhaoyi, he changed his expression of indifference and watched, and walked quickly, his brows and eyes were a little anxious: "Miss Ali!"

He lowered his voice and told Xia Zhaoyi that although Qiye Zhan had changed his mind before and was willing to recruit outsiders, the current situation was too tense and everyone in the village refused to agree.

"Master Zhan," Xia Zhaoyi said, "I understand your difficulties, but this matter has nothing to do with Qingxiang Village."

"what?"

"I want all of these people, but they will never set foot in Qingxiang Village again except for entering by mistake now."

Zhan Jiuye's heart skipped a beat: "Miss Ali, don't you want to part ways with our Qingxiang Village?"

"Of course not."

"That……"

"Master Zhan, I don't have time," Xia Zhaoyi said solemnly, "I need a lot of people to clear the way for me. This is the purpose of my coming to Qingxiang Village, not to protect your Qingxiang Village. .”

Zhan Jiuye knew this all along. He frowned and looked at the refugees.

When it comes to hatred, he also hates it. Who can be calm when the village is burned like this.

"I'll take them away first," Xia Zhaoyi said, "Don't worry, I guarantee that they will never enter Qingxiang Village again in the future, nor will they become enemies with Qingxiang Village."

She turned around and looked at the refugees: "Follow me."

　Thank you Hua Lizi for your reward~~~!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)