Dozens of carts rolled forward on the mountain road, and the wheels made a "squeaking" sound. Everyone pushing the carts didn't say anything.

"I'm a little sorry for the county magistrate."

Someone suddenly muttered, "The voice is not loud, and the people in front and behind cannot hear it, and the people who pushed the same cart with him heard it."

"Then what can I do? The county magistrate is a good man, but he is too young and the people he brought are his tribe members. He doesn't even have a decent officer or soldier. Why can't he do what those people do? He doesn't tell him, he is protecting him."

"What nonsense?" An older man in the team whispered to them, "What did you say when you came out? You can't talk about things in the city? You forgot what we did? I emphasized again and again, don't go if you can't do it. Do you think you are tired of living?"

When I set off, I repeatedly emphasized that I don’t want everyone to die, so don’t mention the matter of the county magistrate. As soon as I went up the mountain road, I immediately forgot.

The two of them dared not say anything, and they didn't dare to talk back when they were scolded, for fear of being driven back, so they increased their strength and pushed the cart away.

"Everyone kept my mouth shut. Remember, you are deaf, blind, or mute. When you arrive, you will be smarter. Don't listen to what you shouldn't listen to, don't look at what you shouldn't look at. Don't worry if you die. Don't implicate everyone to die."

After rushing for an hour, everyone saw a few torches beside the old forest in the valley ahead. They couldn't see how many people came over there in the night.

At the front of the headcart, someone came back and told the team of each cart, "It's coming soon. Remember to bow your head, don't look around, don't speak. You know who they are, and think about the consequences of Lijia Village."

Everyone nodded and whispered "Yes".

Thinking of Lijia Village, overnight, the whole village, men, women, young and old, was killed, and blood flowed into a river, and the atmosphere became tense instantly.

"Three heads, we are sending food."

Walking out of the night, I came to the torch, and seeing the person holding the torch, nodding and bowing.

If Qingyun and the others were here, they would definitely recognize that this person was Ma Er, the second son of Ma Zhubo.

As soon as Ma Er and the others arrived, dozens of torches suddenly lit in the open space in front of the valley, surrounding them, and all the people surrounding them were holding big knives.

Ma Er glanced at the people surrounding them, and there must be three or four hundred people.

The first time I came to deliver food, the person who saw this posture was so scared that his legs were trembling. It was the person next to him who helped him and did not fall down.

"It's you, I remember you are the son of Lord Bo. Is your father dead?" A man with a fat face walked out of the middle of the torch. He glanced at Ma Er and pounded Ma Er's shoulder a few times, making him take a few steps back, and half of his shoulder was numb.

When anyone asked if his father was dead?

Ma Er, who lowered his head, clenched his fists, his eyes flashed with fierceness and hostility. When he raised his head, his face looked like a flattering dog-legged one.

"I'll help you to help you, my little father is pretty healthy and can help our village watch Qishan for several years. In the past, Brother Leopard came to pick up the job, but who doesn't know that in the village, the third leader, the third leader, is busy with all kinds of things. How can you come here in person if you work so hard on the third leader?"

The third leader was comfortable being slapped by Ma Er's flattery, and he squinted his eyes and stared at Ma Er, "You are a good boy. You can't come if you have something to do. I'm bored in the village, come and take a look. This time it's earlier than before!"

"It was a few days in advance. The old man in the village saw it. It was ripe, and the impact was not very big. There was a severe drought in the south. The old man said that the weather was abnormal these days and was worried that it would rain and the rice would not be able to be harvested, which would affect the harvest of the village."

Ma Er carefully looked at the face of the Sanzhuan, and said every word after careful consideration.

"Sanzhuan, do you see?" Ma Er opened the sack and grabbed a handful of rice. The rice that was exposed to the sun exuded a smell of sunshine.

Ma Er carefully handed it to the Sandang House and gently stroked it a few times so that the Sandang House could take a closer look. Every grain of rice they sent was very full.

"It's okay!"

The third leader glanced at him, opened a sack, grabbed a handful of rice, checked it. Every time he saw that the rice was indeed full, these people did not fool them, and left the rice with satisfaction.

"Missary, take people to the cart to check it out." The Sandang turned around and pointed out someone among his younger brothers. There were dozens of people who immediately took torches to check the cart.

Every team guarding the cart has a leader who is responsible for entertaining those people.

The Sanzhuan family checked all the carts and replied: "Sanzhuan family has good quality and has not fooled us."

"We are still at ease with the people in your village doing things. Yesterday, Dama Village mixed with the new grain and handed it over to fool us, thinking we couldn't see it. Didn't you ask the leopard? The leopard took people to Dama Village for justice."

Ma Er's heart trembled, and the people from Dama Village... smiled flatteringly, lowering their heads even further down.

When the third leader saw his scared face, he laughed, "Don't worry, as long as you don't have any thoughts about our village, our leader is not ruthless, so you will naturally be safe.

Unlike some people, after a long time, they forget their roots and who brought them a stable life, and think they are smart. They are the bosses who are kind. If they are from other villages, they are not as easy to talk to."

"I will always remember the kindness of the great master and I will never forget my roots. The people in our village are loyal to the great master and the third master, and the world can be seen. Without the kindness of the great master and the third master, there is no us now."

"Hey, I just like people who are grateful," Sandangjia squinted his eyes and suddenly said: "I remember... you used to send food during the day, why did you change it to night this time?"

Finally asked!

Ma Er raised his heart in the middle of the night and finally fell into a stable place. He glanced at the smiling third leader, and even more cautiously dealt with it.

"In the past, there was no county magistrate in Qishan, and no one was in charge. It was not important to deliver food during the day. People outside our village heard the news and the court wanted to send county magistrate to Qishan. We don't know when it will come, and the court did not send anyone to the county government to spread the message. If this is the case, no one knows now.

Everyone in the village knows that the boss is kind to us as much as a mountain. He thinks that it is better to have less than more things. He is too damn good at delivering food during the day, so he will change it to the evening. At most, everyone will not sleep at night and try not to cause trouble for the village.

What if the county magistrate happened to come to Qishan when he was delivering food during the day and saw it, he wanted to interrogate the reason..."

This makes sense, but the third leader doesn't sound that way.

"What's wrong with the county magistrate? What's so great? We Guigu Village has never killed the county magistrate, so we are afraid of him?"

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