Chapter 17
Although she didn't believe the words Mr. Lin had tested, Zhang Sanhua still found the dagger and carried it with her after returning home. She could use it to play with it when she was fine. When the mother saw it, she thought she wanted to go up the mountain to hunt for some food, so she couldn't help but say a few words.
"Why do you have to go up the mountain in the middle of winter? The wild animals are staying at home? What can you hunt? The mountain roads are not easy to walk in winter, so why not stay at home?"
"Ah," Zhang Sanhua felt helpless, "I won't go up the mountain, it was Mr. Lin who asked me to carry the dagger."
"Why don't you bring a dagger to go up the mountain?" Ah Niang was even more worried when she heard it. "Has Mr. Lin received the news that the bandits were wandering to us?"
"Bandit?" Zhang Sanhua was stunned. The vicinity of Xiaoniu Village has always been peaceful, so why did a bandit come out?
"When your uncle came, he told me that there was a group of bandits in their place, who specialized in robbing the village while men were going out to work, and the woman was kidnapped by the children. Several villages were already damaged." The girl became more and more scared as she said, "Don't rush to us."
"Uh." Zhang Sanhua stepped forward and hugged her grandmother, comforting her, "It's okay, Mr. Lin has not received the news, it's better for me to carry it with me. We are not rich, so how could we loot our place?"
"Really?" My mother looked at Zhang Sanhua pitifully, her eyes were already a little red.
"Really. Don't always scare yourself. Besides, you don't know how much I have. If there is something wrong, I will protect you and your second sister."
"Bao, the wind blows away from Tong Yan Wuji." Ah Niang spat three times, then glanced at Zhang Sanhua, "Don't talk nonsense here. Go what you should do."
Zhang Sanhua rubbed her nose, smiled at Ah Niang, and turned around and went out. She was a little concerned about the bandits, so she had to ask Mr. Lin.
"Zhang Sanhua!"
Zhang Sanhua turned around, and Yin Jing stood under a tree and waved to her. She wore a pair of small leather boots, a small sword around her waist, and a dark gray dress. It was said to be gray, but there was a shiny change between actions, and it was obvious that it was high-end material.
Zhang Sanhua reached out and touched her, and the touch felt warm and smooth, very comfortable.
"What kind of material do you have? I'll make a piece of it for my mother to go back."
"Stop messing, I'm just like this." Yin Jing carefully pulled out the corner of his clothes from Zhang Sanhua's hand, and after loosening it, the material of the clothes drooped and there was no trace of wrinkles.
"Is it very expensive? Is ten taels of silver enough?" Zhang Sanhua liked the material the more she looked at it.
"You think it's beautiful." Yin Jing rolled his eyes at Zhang Sanhua, "The good time of the Zhou family in Jinzhou is less than 30 horses a year, and something that even if you have money, you can't buy."
"Tsk tsk." Zhang Sanhua jealously picked up a corner of her clothes and looked at it. When Yin Jing came to suck, she looked him up and down, "Why are you wearing so well today? Haven't your good clothes been put away?"
"My uncle wants to come to see me, and he sent a message and said that he was coming to the nearby town. I'm going to pick him up."
"You're the only one?" Zhang Sanhua raised her eyebrows, "Will Mr. Lin go with you?"
"It's not far." Yin Jing scratched his head, "It's been more than an hour after walking along the road. If you go by yourself, you can play in the town for a while. I asked Mr. for a long time before he agreed to let me go by myself."
"That's how it is." Zhang Sanhua rolled his eyes and asked for news. It would be more convenient to go to the town. "Then I'll go together."
"I just want to go with you." Yin Jing smiled, as if he was in a very good mood, "I just don't know if your mother agrees."
"Just come back before dinner." Zhang Sanhua looked at the sky, "But it seems that I can't get back when I walk back and forth. Do your uncle hire a car or a horse?"
"What kind of car should I hire? Our family doesn't have a car, but he probably came on horseback." Yin Jing realized that he was not thinking well, "Then... let it go?"
"Forget it?" Zhang Sanhua approached Yin Jing. Yin Jing subconsciously retreated, but behind her was the tree trunk that could not retreat. "Yin Jing, if your uncle came on horseback, it would be easy to solve, the horse belongs to me."
"What should we do if the horse belongs to you? Besides, can you ride a horse?" Yin Jing felt uncomfortable and wanted to reach out and push Zhang Sanhua open, but it was not easy to push when he was too close.
"Riding a horse is not a difficult task. As for you, it's better to rent a car or walk." Zhang Sanhua smiled at Yin Jing, "As long as you want to come back, there are ways."
"You say now, what's the solution?"
On the way to find Uncle Yin Jing, Zhang Sanhua and his friends met an old lady carrying a basket. The old lady fell and the cakes in the basket rolled all over the floor. Yin Jing hurriedly went up to help him, while Zhang Sanhua picked up the cakes. When he put the cakes into the bamboo basket, Zhang Sanhua found that there were still a pair of old tiger-toed shoes inside.
"What a good kid, come and have a cake." The old lady insisted on thanking them. Although Yin Jing and Zhang Sanhua didn't feel anything to thank and didn't want to eat the cake that fell on the ground, they couldn't persuade the old lady. In the end, the person ate half a piece of cake and drank a few sips of water.
When they woke up again, the two were lying in a carriage, their hands and feet were tied up, and the dagger was taken away. Their mouths were not blocked, but their voices were hoarse.
"Tell me, what can I do?" Yin Jing felt his throat hurt so much, and he remembered that he had a kind heart to end like this. He felt so aggrieved, and she burst into tears as he said that.
Zhang Sanhua was speechless. Yin Jing's image in her mind had become a cowardly crybag. She didn't expect Yin Jing to help, but Zhang Sanhua began to observe the surrounding environment.
The inside of the carriage was empty, not even a mat, and it swayed as it moved, making people want to vomit. The wood looked a bit old and there were no windows. A blue-gray curtain blocked the two worlds. Even if the sunlight outside was just right outside, the view inside the car was only dark and narrow, making people feel very depressed.
Unable to judge the time based on the skylight, Zhang Sanhua didn't know how long she had been in a coma, and she was worried that she would not go home on time and was anxious again. After moving her hands and feet, the rope was tied tightly and could not break free.
Perhaps because he heard Yin Jing's crying, someone lifted the curtain of the car. The sudden light made both people in the car unable to open their eyes.
"Oh, the fourth brother, you didn't catch a man and a woman, you were obviously two little girls. Look, how pitiful you cry."
Amid the unrestrained laughter, Zhang Sanhua's eyes gradually adapted to the light. The man standing outside the car was very thick and tall, and he blocked the car door tightly by himself. He turned around and talked to his companions. Through his voice, he could tell at least two other men.
"Even two little girls don't have your share. The older ones are sold directly to the yard. At this age, you can pick up customers after two years of training. You can try it. The younger ones are." The fourth brother squeezed over and was thin, which is a bit vulgar. "It would be a pity to sell this look to the mountains. Otherwise, it would be sold to the backyard? There have been more and more people in recent years."
"Stop whining, hurry up and get the person down, the boss is waiting." This was another person. After hearing this person's words, the very tall one reached in and grabbed Zhang Sanhua and Yin Jing like a chicken, and threw it directly on the ground.
Yin Jing felt pain and hissed. Zhang Sanhua looked up and saw that it was a ruined temple. There was no statue of the god on the altar. At this time, a man with a beard was sitting.
Chapter completed!