Gao Youde was a little stunned when he heard this, the man patted him, and said, "Go back and help, the master let the sand bandits rob him and was injured." Hurry up, there are a lot of dead and wounded brothers in the caravan. ”

Gao Youde ran a few steps, and Hu Xianxian followed. She grabbed him and swept on the ground and asked him, "Where is the newly opened Yingxian Pavilion?" Take me there. ”

In addition to her lung injury, her body has recovered seven or eight points, and even if she is carrying the fat man Gao Youde, she is as fast as the wind.

"It's over at the north gate, not far from the fur market. Eh, Miss Hu, didn't you see the young master? ”

"We are allies, and allies are those who help each other in times of crisis. Hey, what am I talking nonsense to you? ”

Hu Xianxian didn't expect Gao Youde to go around in a circle, and he was a little embarrassed. It's just that she soon arrived at Yingxian Pavilion, and she didn't say much to him anymore.

Yingxian Pavilion has not yet officially opened, and the newly decorated storefront is already open. It is a pity that the people who come and go are not diners, not waiters who deliver food, but groaning wounded people and doctors with solemn expressions.

Gao Youde led Hu Xianxian to the backyard, walked through a small patio, and walked into the small courtyard covered by the grape trellis. The main building in the courtyard is a two-story building, and Gao Youde directly leads her to the second floor.

Outside the door of the room in the middle of the second floor, a servant woman came out with a basin of blood.

Gao Youde glanced in, and said to Hu Xianxian: "Miss Hu, you go in by yourself, I will help them take care of their injured brother first." ”

Hu Xianxian nodded and waved him away, she cleared her throat at the door, and then knocked on the door and said respectfully: "Master Mai is okay, right?" I'm Hu Xianxian, and I'm here to visit Master Mai. ”

"Sister Hu? Is it really you? It was Mai Nasha who opened the door, her eyes were red and swollen, but she was still a little surprised when she saw Hu Xianxian.

The room was filled with the smell of medicinal wine, which was due to the fact that a white-bearded old man was cleaning the wounds of Mai Jibu.

Mai Jibu had a long and deep wound on his left arm and abdomen, his eyes were half-open and half-closed, and his voice was low and hoarse. He was sweating profusely from his forehead, and Mataha half-knelt beside him to wipe his sweat.

After Hu Xianxian entered the house, Metaha turned her head to look at her with a complicated expression, said nothing, and looked at her father sadly.

Hu Xianxian didn't ask much, and stood quietly with Manatha, occasionally helping to hand gauze, serve medicinal wine, and pour blood water.

Busy until sunset, Mai Jibu drank the medicine and fell into a deep sleep. So they withdrew from the room and went into the small hall next to them to talk.

Metaha brought the tea to Hu Xianxian, and just said, "Xianxian, thank you for helping." I'm going to the government again, so you can rest here. And he hurried out the door.

When Manasha saw her brother go out, her eyes turned red again, and she sobbed and said, "Two hands have died in our caravan, and so many people have been injured...... The goods were also looted...... We sent someone to report the crime, but the hateful government just said that they would investigate it carefully......"

Hu Xianxian didn't interject, and quietly listened to her talk about what happened.

In the early hours of this morning, Mai Hubu led the caravan to a place more than thirty miles away from the border city, and he thought that he was about to enter the city, so he was a little careless.

The hands were also tired and sleepy, so he did not urge them to go all the way, but agreed to let them rest on the spot.

They took out dry food and water bladders to eat and drink, and threw aside their knives for self-defense. They did not form a formation to protect the goods in the middle, but sat in groups and threes.

When they had rested, and some of them were sleepy and napping, a few whistles sounded, and two dozen sand bandits leaped out from behind the sand.

When Mai Huanbu saw that two of them had died, he shouted surrender and was willing to give up his goods to save his life. Those sand bandits were cruel and greedy, not only to rob the goods, but also to make them load the goods and put them on the back of the bandits' horses.

Toss and prepare the goods in this way, and the sky will be dawn. When Mai saw a patrol of soldiers passing by, he thought he was looking forward to a savior, and shouted for help.

As a result, the patrolling soldiers turned their heads and looked at them a few times, and then rode away.

Mai Jibu's act of calling for help failed to get help, but it provoked the sand bandits to become ferocious, and they cut and beat the people in the caravan indiscriminately. If it weren't for the gradual increase in the number of pedestrians on the road, and many of them were acquaintances of the Mai family, they might not even be able to pick up their lives.

As soon as he learned that the caravan had been robbed, Metaha sent someone to report the case, but for such a big matter, the people in the government actually ignored it.

Mataha thought that the person who had sent him was not enough to speak, so he went on another trip himself.

Hu Xianxian couldn't stop sneering when he heard it, doesn't the government care? Well, she'll take care of it! Although her body has not fully recovered, it can still be said that it is effortless to deal with a gang of sand bandits.

Soon after, Mai Jibu woke up in pain again, and whispered next door for water.

The two of them hurried over, fed him water, and comforted him with warm words.

It was late at night that Metaha returned, and as soon as he entered, he sat blankly. His eyes were bloodshot, his hair was messy, and even his mustache, which was always neatly trimmed and slightly warped, was messy.

Neither of them spoke, and when Mai Jibu fell asleep again, the three of them went to sit down in the small hall again.

"Is it the people of the government who shirk it?" Hu Xianxian poured a cup of hot tea for Mataha and asked him.

"What is more than shirking?" Metaha was stunned for a moment before replying with a wry smile.

He said that the prefect was a timid and fearful person, and the prefect of this city was no better than the prefect of other state cities, because it was a place where several regions met, and he had to control the military power to speak. The prefect asked him to go to Commander You and begged Commander You to lead troops to suppress the bandits.

Knowing that officialdom is dark, Metaha prepared some gifts to meet Commander You. Commander You accepted the gift, but told Metaha that he had no right to send troops at will.

Commander You said that the border city was very close to the border fortress, and all kinds of military affairs outside the city were under the jurisdiction of the great general Huo Tu. He could only guard the stability of the city, and the caravan was outside the city, and he had to be ordered by Hotu.

Metaha went to General Huo's mansion again, and it was late at night, and General Huo fell asleep. A housekeeper told Metaha that General Huo was tired of defending his family and country, and asked him to come back to General Huo in a few days.

Mataha wanted to wait until dawn in the General's Mansion, but a person named the Treasury Treasurer, who also came to do business, did not have to wait any longer.

The main book was called Zhuo Que Village, and he said that some words were excuses, telling Metaha not to be stupid and wait. Besides, if Metaharai doesn't leave here, it will annoy Hotu and cause even more trouble.

Zhuo Que Village also told him not to worry, and he must find a way to help him persuade the prefect and take revenge on the bandits.

There was no other way but to come back first and wait for news from Zhuo Que Village.

"Who is this Zhuo Que Village? Is it reliable? Don't cheat money in the name of doing things. Hu Xianxian was very indignant when she heard this, she had experienced the feeling of being kicked as a ball, and knew that it was not pleasant. Hearing Metaha mention Zhuo Que Village, she became worried again.

Mataha didn't answer, just shook his head helplessly, but a low voice sounded in the air: "He is my old friend, reliable." ”

They were surprised, and Leng Qiulang fell to the ground in response. When Manatha saw him enter the house, she threw herself into his arms with tears in her eyes.