A white moon hung in the air like a jade plate, and the whole world seemed very bright. The dirt road was like a white belt, paving the way in this mountain, and summer insects hid in the grass beside the road and chirped.

This world seemed very quiet and full of the atmosphere of nature, but it was quickly broken by a small team.

Two carriages came slowly from a distance, and the car made a squeaking sound, and the goods transported seemed quite light. The wheels of the two carriages rolled past a beach, and the mud and sand splashed up, leaving behind on the ground.

Two extremely deep car marks.

There were two men riding horses in front and behind the carriage, with a scimitar on their waists, and sometimes they would watch the situation around them vigilantly, but more often they would talk.

"It will be late in the month soon, so we don't have to walk on the night road!" The thin man riding a horse in front yawned a big yawn, and sighed with the fat man next to him.

The fat man was disdainful and looked at him with a look: "Hurrying at night is not the same as rushing at daytime. I think the sun is too hot!"

"Although it's almost the same, I always feel scared when I walk on the night road!" The thin man looked at the black shadows in the mountains with lingering fear, and always felt that they were monsters and monsters.

The fat man raised his chest, and his round belly became even more eye-catching. He raised his chin with a very arrogant look and said, "A gentleman is open and honest. Some monsters and monsters jump out. I, Zhao Er, met the god and killed the god, and met the Buddha and killed the Buddha!"

Squeak!

But at this moment, a monkey holding a stick stood in the middle of the road, first danced the stick a few times, and then pointed at them with anger and made a provocative cry.

"Haha... Where did the wild monkey come from? I killed it with one knife. Tonight's midnight snack is considered to be over!" The fat man looked at the shouting monkey and proudly wanted to slap forward.

But as soon as he finished speaking, the thin man next to him grabbed him and signaled him to look around him.

He swallowed and spitted secretly, and a layer of cold sweat surged on his back, but he saw that there were already figures around him, with 20 or 30 people, and each masked man was holding weapons in his hands.

"Yan belongs to the Jiang Mansion, and his life belongs to his own! Don't resist if you know each other. Think more about your wife, children, and mother. Our Tianhu Gang only needs salt and don't live!" Just as the four guards wanted to take action, a young man was about to have a young man.

The sound came into their ears.

So cultured!

Zhao Er encountered several disasters and found that this group of people was the most educated and said more philosophical than scholars. He immediately raised his hands and stopped making unnecessary counterattacks.

In fact, they knew that resistance was a waste of life. There were 30 people in their hands, and they were all holding sharp weapons. If they really wanted to fight, they would be seven-on-one, so how could they have any chance of winning?

Soon, the four of their guards and two grooms were tied up, and the men did nothing to them. After looting the salt from the carriage, they stuffed them into the carriage.

"These people are still too naive. They must be dodging on this road."

The reason why Zhao Er did not resist was actually the idea. Jiang Mansion arranged personnel in front and behind this road. Once something really happened, the people who robbed the road would definitely face snipers.

After climbing over this small hill, there is Mingyue Bridge in front of it, and Mingyue Bridge is very close to Jiang Mansion. People there probably sent people to pick them up. Once they find something abnormal here, the servants and guards of Jiang Mansion will inevitably come out in full bloom.

The Tianhu Gang's people were carrying so much salt that no matter which direction they ran in, they would never be able to escape.

It just disappointed him that until the rising sun rose, no one came to disturb his dream. The only regret was that his hands were tied and he could not be rubbed twice.

The news soon came back to Jiang Mansion and into Mrs. Jiang's ears.

Bang!

An exquisite teacup was smashed to the ground, and its beautiful face looked ferocious, and its fair teeth were chewing. It would be fine if the Mingyue Bridge was burned, but unexpectedly, a batch of goods were lost last night.

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This road is their only way to transport salt. The salt from Lianzhou will pass through here, so this road has become particularly important. In order to ensure the safety of this bridge, their Jiangfu has invested a lot of manpower and material resources.

Of course, this kind of investment is not without reason. They actually transport private salt. Compared with the official salt obtained from the Haibei Salt Course Department, the private salt obtained directly from the salt owner will undoubtedly be lower.

The profits are even more abundant.

But who would have thought that the way to transport salt, which had been peaceful, had two situations last night. This way to transport salt was destroyed, and a batch of salt was robbed again.

These two fists undoubtedly hit their Jiang Mansion's chest. Even though she had always been in business, she felt pain for the Jiang Mansion's loss.

"Butler Zhao, go and call all the servants in the mansion. Let's go to Changlin Village, I want to see what this evil man wants to do!" Mrs. Jiang couldn't swallow this and immediately ordered at Butler Zhao.

But she never thought that this was the case. Lin Qingran came to the door to seek punishment, but now she went to seek punishment. It was really thirty years since Hedong and thirty years after Hexi.

"Madam, I'm afraid the people from Changlin Village did not do the salt robbery!" Butler Zhao frowned and said carefully.

"Didn't you say they burned the bridge yesterday?" Mrs. Jiang said glaring at him.

"They may have burned Mingyue Bridge, but the salt should not have been robbed. The salt was robbed on the Mingyue Bridge. If you want to transport it back to Changlin Village, you have to pass the gate of the ghost, but it is extremely difficult to climb.

"Butler Zhao shook his head slightly and expressed his basis for judgment.

This is true. A river separates Changlin Village and Jiang Village. Mingyue Bridge, Pingyang Bridge, and the stone bridge in front of Changlin Village open three passages for this village, but Mingyue Bridge is a dead end. There are almost no roads from Changlin Village to Mingyue.

The bridge, and it is also extremely dangerous.

"Who else can you do if you are not that evil man? Go and call someone!" Mrs. Jiang believed her intuition and bit her teeth and ordered again.

Seeing that her idea had been decided, Mr. Zhao immediately ordered her to leave and gathered the troops from the Jiang Mansion. After hesitating for a moment, he sent someone to the inspector's termination to prevent an accident.

Jiang Yuebai was originally in the room to read the book. This young man with excellent talent is actually very diligent and plans to avenge his previous shame at tomorrow's provincial examination. But after hearing about this, he also got on the carriage. He also wanted to go and meet the one he had once been

He plays with the nerd who applauds.

Not long after, a group of people set out from Jiangcun and headed towards Changlin Village.
Chapter completed!