Chapter 082: Where is the salvation
In the twilight twilight, on the mountain trail in Meizhou, a sudden strongman blocked the road, saying that he wanted to leave the money to buy the road, but he did not take the initiative to rob and search his body. Even if the thief is a robber, he is also timid in his heart, and the plan is to rob it quickly. And this fire thief is slow and has a lot of nonsense, not to mention Chen Wenzheng and Chen Qiuniang, even Pan Qing also thinks they are very strange.
Obviously, these people are not coming for money, maybe they are unfair business competition, maybe they are Chen Wenzheng's enemies, or they are her Chen Qiuniang's enemies.
Is it just that you have an enemy? Chen Qiuniangwu thought to herself, except for the few people she met in the bazaar a few days ago who might have a grudge, she really couldn't think of anyone else who could treat her as an enemy.
Therefore, she watched these people negotiate with Chen Wenzheng. In that step-by-step negotiation, Chen Qiuniang understood a little, but she was a little confused. What she understands is that no matter where you look at it, these thieves' actions are all improper methods used by Chen Wenzheng's business competitors, but why did they have to arrest her as a chef after arresting Chen Wenzheng's mother? If it was to completely defeat Chen Wenzheng, so that he would not be able to get up again, he only needed to force him to sell the Yunlai Inn, and he would not be able to get up.
"Come out." Someone shouted, and the bright ring-headed knife was at the curtain door.
Uncle Meng had already been so frightened that his buttocks were slumped to the ground, and he was kicked aside by one of them. The four men stood at the door of the carriage, and Panqing instinctively blocked in front of Chen Qiuniang.
"Boy, get out of the way." One of them shouted.
"I'm the chef." Pan Qing replied.
"Oh? Is it? The other man's tone was full of confusion.
"You messed around on our first day?" The man sneered and said to the fat man next to him, "Fatty, take out the portrait and take a closer look." β
It turned out that the robbers even had portraits, and it seemed that they were determined to get it. But who gave this portrait? She didn't believe that the robbers could paint her portrait, and if they could, why would they want it? Not to mention that few people know about her upcoming role as a chef.
"I'm the chef." Pan Qing forcibly quibbled.
The person who unfolded the portrait looked at Pan Qing, snorted, dragged him directly, dragged him out of the carriage, and threw him on the side of the road.
All these signs indicate that someone is targeting her, and it is inevitable that she will be arrested. So, at the moment, she sat in the carriage and looked calmly at the robber with the knife.
"Yo. That's it. The fat man laughed.
"How are you going to stay?" Chen Qiuniang asked calmly. Crying and crying is not her style, as long as there are people in front of her, she will have a way to find out their weaknesses, target their weaknesses to protect herself, take 10,000 steps back and say, even if she can't keep her innocence, she must save her life.
"Yo, you didn't hear that? Of course, it is to arrest you and let your owner take the money to save you. The fat man said proudly.
When Chen Qiuniang heard this, she smiled and said, "I am not related to him, nor have I ever been the chef of his restaurant, why did he take so much money to ransom me?" It's impossible for you not to understand this, right? β
When the fat man heard Chen Qiuniang's rhetorical question, he shouted with some confidence: "We also tied up his wife." β
"His wife is his wife. Even if he takes the money, he will redeem his wife, what does it have to do with me? Don't say that you are taking me with you now, and I am afraid that I will have trouble moving around. Even two meals a day is a loss. Chen Qiuniang's tone was still calm.
"What a sharp mouth. Unfortunately, no matter how sharp you are, we won't let you go. The Confucian man walked over slowly, smiling grimly.
"I didn't say you would let me go." Chen Qiuniang also smiled at him.
The Confucian boy raised his eyebrows and said, "Since you know, please get out of the car." It also saves us from being rough with a little girl. β
Chen Qiuniang still smiled and said, "It's better to be respectful than to obey your fate." Then he got up and went to the car door, and whispered to the thieves who were around, "Please excuse me, borrow it."
The people were stunned for a moment, then let go, she jumped lightly, landed firmly on the ground, and said with a smile: "It's getting late, since you have reached a consensus, why bother to get entangled in this wilderness?" β
Everyone was stunned, but Pan Qing shouted first: "Qiu Niang." β
"These big brothers will be kind to me if they want money, and I hope that the little brother will not worry, and the son should not worry too much." Chen Qiuniang replied loudly.
"The girl is an understanding person, so please." The Confucian sneered.
"Qiu Niang." Rao is always quiet Chen Wenzheng couldn't help but shout anxiously.
Although Chen Qiuniang is now at a loss, she still smiled at Chen Wenzheng and said, "Childe doesn't have to worry, just do whatever you have to do." If you have time, go to Liu's Medical Center for me to see my life-saving benefactor Chai Yu. He was recuperating there, and I made an appointment with him to see him early tomorrow morning. If I don't go, he may be worried, so you go and tell him, and I'll go back to the country. I'll have to see him another day. β
Chen Qiuniang asked Chen Wenzheng to sue SΓΉ Chai Yu that she was tied up. Chai Yu naturally couldn't do anything to rescue her, but Miao Cui was by Chai Yu's side, and if Chai Yu knew, it meant that Miao Cui knew. Miao Cui knew, which meant that the people of the Zhang Mansion must know. Then, Zhang Ci may lend a hand.
This is the person Chen Qiuniang thought of who could save her. Well, it's actually Zhang Ci. She still couldn't help but sigh in her heart.
"Don't worry, I will." Chen Wenzheng was stunned for a moment, and then answered her.
She lowered her eyes and said to the few people in front of her, "Let's go." β
The people stopped talking, only the loud beard warned Chen Wenzheng: "What tricks do you dare to play." Be careful with your mother's life. β
Chen Wenzheng didn't answer, just stood in place. Chen Qiuniang didn't look back again, although Panqing called her name eagerly and worriedly.
"Let's go up." The Confucian boy pointed to the carriage hidden in the bushes by the roadside.
Chen Qiuniang didn't speak, but just climbed up the railing of the carriage. The carriage was quite luxurious, and there were cushions inside, and it seemed that the life of these robbers was quite nourishing.
The Confucian also climbed into the car and sat down opposite Chen Qiuniang. Chen Wenzheng asked aloud outside: "I have enough money, how can I find you?" β
"You've scraped together enough money, we'll look for you." The bearded man replied, and then ordered the men to drive, while the rest turned over and got on their horses.
Chen Qiuniang only glanced at the Confucian on the other side, because the sky was dark, she couldn't see his face clearly, so she lowered her eyes and leaned in the car to breathe. The sound of rolling cars and the clattering hooves of horses was heard.
"You can get some sleep first, and you won't get out of the car for a while anyway." The person on the other side spoke, still in a slow and soft voice.
Chen Qiuniang still sat upright and said softly: "It's really hard for you to take people's money and eliminate disasters with others." β
"Heh, you're really smart." The young man smiled contemptuously, and he didn't know whether it was praise or sarcasm.
Chen Qiuniang didn't answer, just listened silently to the sounds around her, hoping that someone would come to rescue her.
At first, she wondered if Jiang Fan would suddenly appear, after all, Jiang Fan said that she was his mission. Besides, if Jiang Fan ran away, would Zhang Ci order others to stare at her? She kept thinking that Zhang Ci was afraid that she was curious.
However, after a long, long journey, there was nothing but the sound of horses' hooves, the sound of wheels, and the strange chirping of night birds in the mountains, or the ethereal howls of wolves from the empty mountains.
Maybe this time it's on your own, on luck.
Compared with Chen Qiuniang's calm breathing, her heart was simply fluctuating.
"You're breathing." After a long silence, the Confucian finally spoke.
Chen Qiuniang didn't respond, still sitting upright. The Confucian was not angry, but lit the lamp on the table of the carriage, and ordered the carriage to slow down, because it was dark and the road was slippery outside.
The carriage slowed down, and Chen Qiuniang raised her eyes to look at the young man in front of her. The corners of the young man's lips rose slightly, and he said, "Although she is wearing men's clothes, she looks like a delicate girl when she looks closely." Aren't you afraid? β
"Afraid, does it work? Will you let me go? Chen Qiuniang looked at him and smiled.
"If you look like you're going to have to be a little scared. I may find it boring, and I may not find a way to torture you. I don't like to see untamed meat tickets. The young man pulled a scarf on his head, and his black hair was draped over his body. The whole person was lying opposite Chen Qiuniang, looking at her playfully.
Chen Qiuniang also looked at him, pursed her lips, seemed to be smiling, she said slowly: "I'm not a meat ticket." Chen Gongzi and I are not related, why do you want to save me? His wife is the meat ticket. β
The young man snorted and said, "Why aren't you a meat ticket?" Without you, he wouldn't have been able to open a restaurant, and he couldn't think of any more ways. Hey, in this way, you little girl is quite powerful, and you can still give advice to Chen Wenzheng? β
When the young man said this, his brows couldn't help frowning, and then he sat up straight and looked at Chen Qiuniang very carefully.
"That person must have told you, if you don't arrest me, I will be able to help Chen Gongzi borrow silver. Chen Gongzi doesn't have to sell the inn, and if Chen Gongzi doesn't sell the inn, your employer won't pay the final payment. Right. Chen Qiuniang said slowly. She'd already put the whole thing in order.
The young man frowned, showing a hint of surprise, took a slight breath, smiled, and said, "It seems that the man said well." You're really smart. However, I like to torture smart people more than anything else. β
The boy's voice became more and more eerie. Chen Qiuniang only felt that her heart was hanging, because the young man in front of her had always been filled with a strange aura, and the more she looked at it, the more she looked like a pervert.
Chen Qiuniang stopped talking, but let out a long sigh for a long time. The young man asked impatiently, "What are you sighing for, very unlucky." β
"It's nothing, it's just thinking about my miserable life." She leaned against the carriage, and her expression was sad. But her heart is as calm as a mirror, and she must do her best to make the people in front of her not poison her.
And the most effective way for her to analyze the coming and going at this moment can only be to play the sad card and talk about her bitter life experience. She has always been well versed in people's hearts: if you are more miserable and tragic than another person, then that person will not subconsciously hate you or be jealous of you, so that he wants to fix your heart. Because he will instantly find a sense of superiority in front of you, and instantly become tall. He will treat you with a high-profile look down and give you cheap sympathy.
Although the young man in front of him was full of gloom, Chen Qiuniang still had to play the sad card. Because she guessed that the young man dressed as a Confucian in front of her was a robber again, under the combination of this contradiction, the message conveyed was: This young man must have had the experience of hard work before he fell into the grass.
Therefore, she had to work harder than him to avoid his possible torture. RS