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Chapter 790

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Chapter 568

"In addition to these two countries, there are places such as South Korea and Zhao, which are close to each other. People do not have a good life, so it is afraid that it will be difficult for them to buy my goods at high prices. The profit is insufficient, and there is no need to go there."

"So, I took the risk of choosing Beiqin."

"I originally thought that Beiqin was the farthest away and the fewest maritime merchants. If we could successfully open up this trade route, we might have a new market. Even if we couldn't sell it, we could gain some insight."

"As a result, I never expected that I finally made a thousand miles to the Northern Qin Dynasty. Before I could enter the capital, I encountered bandits robbed! I almost couldn't even save my life!"

Meng Wenhao said depressedly, his face full of bitterness and gloom.

Xiao Lingyue saw that he had a beginning and a final word, and there was no problem with the logic behind the front and back.

I believed it 70% or 80% in my heart.

"Did you bring the caravan to Beiqin? Or are you the only one?" she asked again.

"I only brought a small caravan, with not many people, only more than twenty people, and three trucks of goods. I originally planned to try the water first, but I didn't expect it." Meng Wenhao lowered his head dimly.

Xiao Lingyue knew it.

Perhaps because the caravan he led was not large in size, he happened to be caught by bandits when he passed by Hulang Mountain to the capital.

So he was snatched away.

Qianlijing also became the spoils of the bandits' village.

Xiao Lingyue's previous doubts were explained. Looking at Meng Wenhao's sad look, she did not ask him where the others in the caravan had gone.

Because the answer is obvious.

If there were other people in the caravan, Meng Wenhao, as the young master of the caravan, could not have been alone now.

It can be seen that the others were either killed by bandits or separated in chaos.

Xiao Lingyue felt that the former was more likely.

Meng Wenhao himself does not understand martial arts, is young and weak, perhaps because he is just a fledgling businessman, but he still has a kind heart of kindness and kindness.

This can be seen from the fact that he risked his life to save the little boy, even if he was buried under a falling rock, he did not give up on the child.

Xiao Lingyue's thought flashed quickly and her fingers gently knocked on the dagger.

She had a decision in her heart.

"Miss Shen, do you have any medicine or something on your body? This child is seriously injured. If you don't use medicine, I'm afraid." Meng Wenhao gritted his teeth and spoke, then glanced at the unconscious Zhan Beihan, with a little embarrassed expression.

Zhan Beihan's injuries looked much worse than the little boy in his arms.

Even if Xiao Lingyue had medicine, she might not be willing to lend it to him.

"I have medicine, and I can lend it to you." Xiao Lingyue said.

"Really? Thank you so much." Meng Wenhao's eyes lit up and he hurriedly thanked.

"Don't rush to thank me for now." Xiao Lingyue shook her head and said, "The wound must be cleaned before medicine is applied, otherwise it will easily cause ulceration. We need clean water."

Meng Wenhao was stunned: "Where are you going to find this?"

"When you were mining on the mines before, did you know where those bandits usually rest?" Xiao Lingyue asked, "There may be something in the place where they rest."

Meng Wenhao's eyes lit up: "I know, I'll go and look for it now!"

He carefully placed the boy in his arms on the ground, asked Xiao Lingyue to help take care of him, and then turned around and ran away.

The thin figure quickly disappeared into the night.
Chapter completed!
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