At noon, Liu Mingqi had lunch in Xiaoyou Village.

He didn't want to bother others at first, but Tan Ziqiang begged him to accept the respect from Xiaoyou Village, so Liu Mingqi had to stay.

After all, the business has not started yet, so you won’t give others face, and the villagers of Xiaoyou Village can’t let go of their hearts.

Because most young and strong people in Xiaoyou Village work in Liu Mingqi's papermaking workshop, they can still get a lot of money back to subsidize their family income.

Therefore, the meal I ate at Tan Ziqiang's house included chickens, ducks, and a big fish. Although the taste was average, it was better because the ingredients were fresh, so Liu Mingqi also ate two more bites.

Of course, the two rice buckets around Dazhu and Fanshan will not waste food.

The whole table of dishes and a large basin of rice were swept away by them, and the group of little radish heads who were secretly looking at the door were stunned.

Although the children's lives have improved, it is rare to see such a big chew of meat and meal.

Riding out of Xiaoyou Village on a horse and turning to the official road, Liu Mingqi and the other two slowly let the horse go, which was considered to be a digestion.

It was snowing lightly today, but it had not been piled up on the official road, so naturally the road would not slip.

On the avenue in the middle of the official road, carriages kept galloping past, making it look like a busy scene.

A little closer to the outside is Liu Mingqi and his team's "slow lane", which contains horses, ox carts, horse carts, etc., and are not fast.

The roads that ordinary people walk on are usually built on official roads, which are much muddy and difficult to walk there.

Liu Mingqi also saw many ordinary people returning from selling vegetables from the capital or nearby market towns carrying loads and baskets.

Dakang's business is very developed, so there are many small vendors like Lu Gui.

They usually go to various villages to collect vegetables, meat, fruits and vegetables before dawn, and then take them to the city to sell them.

Small vendors make money by making small profits but quick turnover, and villagers can run too far without having to struggle. This is the best of both worlds.

But there are certainly some people who are unwilling to let middlemen make a difference, so they work hard to carry on their shoulders and carry them on their backs, and run more than ten miles to sell things.

"The weather looks not too cold this year," Liu Mingqi said casually, "It's good. Those victims outside the city are short of clothes and food. If they have heavy snow on the sky, they don't know what to do."

"They built simple houses, which were not prepared for winter," said Dazhu. "But even if it snows, there is a house that can be covered. In addition, there is food to eat, so it will definitely be able to survive."

"So you can't blame Miao Yan for working hard to make money." The boy sighed: "If it weren't for Miao Yan, I don't know how many people would starve to death this winter!"

It is definitely not realistic to have the imperial court keep a few hundred thousand mouths in charge. They can eat a mountain-like food in a day.

Miao Yan used the "work-for-relief" method to find work for them, thus giving them high salaries, which gave these victims money to buy rice and bran porridge, so as to support themselves and their families.

Even Ms. Wu Yeshuang, who is in charge of the general project, allowed the victims to have two meals while working, which further pushed up the cost.

This money cannot be obtained by the court alone.

Miao Yan could only take the initiative to make an active move to continuously obtain money and thus subsidize this bottomless pit.

He punished the fake merchants who used soap and flower essential oil and squeezed 1.7 million taels of silver in one breath, which is precisely because of this.

The prime minister and emperor above knew it, so in the face of some impeachment and dissatisfaction with Miao Yan's "hard behavior", they pretended not to hear it and did not punish Miao Yan any.

"Mr. Miao is a good official."

The taciturn Fan Shan said a rare sentence.

He is a person who has suffered and knows what it is rare to be a good official.

Whether there is Miao Yan or not, the fate of the victims who fled to the capital is definitely different.

"Brother Shan, you...grass!"

Liu Mingqi was lifting the horse whip and trying to talk to Fan Shan, but suddenly Fan Shan rushed towards Liu Mingqi and pulled him off the horse.

But Fan Shan did not release the reins at the same time, and the two horses fell in front of them.

The boy exclaimed and heard a strange "buzzing" sound.

I saw that the pillar also rolled down in a strange way.

Then a black mist falling from the sky enveloped the three of them.

"Chi!Chi!Chi!!"

Whether it was a horse or the three of them, arrows were inserted into them.

Liu Mingqi was pressing against Fan Shan, but Fan Shan was very short and could not cover Liu Mingqi, so three arrows were inserted into Liu Mingqi's arms and legs, which made him scream.

I don’t know if it’s a psychological effect, but Liu Mingqi’s arms and thighs feel a little numb.

But Fan Shan and Dazhu were even worse than him, and almost all of his backs were filled with arrows.

However, it was said that it was soon, and Fan Shan turned over without saying a word, carrying Liu Mingqi with both hands, and rushed towards the fast-moving carriage in the middle of the official road without thinking.

"ah……"

The driver of a carriage didn't even have time to ask, but Fan Shan kicked out of the carriage. Fan Shan put down Liu Mingqi and quickly controlled the horse that had deviated from the direction and asked it to resume normal driving.

Liu Mingqi was thrown on the car board. In addition to being in pain, she was shocking to see the arrows inserted behind Fan Shan.

Strangely, the two arrows on Fan Shan's arm were constantly oozing out, but there was no blood on his back.

ah!

The boy then suddenly realized that he and Dazhu were wearing soft armor!

Since the last Xiqiu Village incident, Dazhu has been ordered to wear soft armor by Princess Yu. Although it is a bit uncomfortable to wear, it is at least a protection.

No wonder he can still jump after shooting so many arrows!

By the way, where is the big pillar?

Liu Mingqi turned around and saw no sign of Dazhu.

Sadly, not only did he not see the shadow of the pillar, but he saw a black cloud flying attack.

"here we go again!"

Liu Mingqi could only yell, wanting Fan Shan to pay attention.

Fan Shan indeed attached great importance to it.

He made up his mind and pulled the reins of the two horses pulling the cart, and their heads turned awkwardly.

With just a turn, the carriage driving in a straight line suddenly twisted and crossed the official road.

But how could the force of such a fierce rush suddenly stop?

So the carriage flipped over, causing the horse to fall to the ground and rolled around.

A bunch of cargo bags fell out of the car, and I don’t know what was loaded.

Taking advantage of this skill, Fan Shan, who jumped up again, snatched two bags and pushed them onto his and Liu Mingqi's heads, and then took Liu Mingqi tightly against the edge of the carriage, forming a triangle that was invisible from behind.

"Chi!Chi!Chi!"

The second wave of sharp arrows shot on the horse and the carriage again, and the number was less than dozens.

Then Liu Mingqi heard the neighing sound of the horse behind her. Amid the "puffed" collision, a series of crashes formed.

The screams were heard for a while.

Fan Shan held the short knife in one hand, but suddenly frowned and turned to Liu Mingqi: "Your Highness, I'll look at your wound!"

As he said that, he cut Liu Mingqi's winter clothes with a knife without saying a word, and then tore them apart with his hands, exposing Liu Mingqi's wounds into the cold air.

The boy shivered, but the cold wind blew over, but it felt like the pain that could freeze the wound.

"poisonous!!"

Fan Shan gritted his teeth and screamed. Before Liu Mingqi could react, he took out a small bottle from the tip of his waist.

Pulling out the lid with your mouth, Fan Shan poured the liquid inside on the blade of the short knife, "Your Highness, you offended me!"

At this time, Liu Mingqi saw that the surroundings of her wound were black and the blood was also black.

The boy was panicking when he suddenly heard this and looked up and wanted to ask him what he was going to do. The back of his head suddenly hurt and he immediately lost consciousness.

Fan Shan was also a ruthless man. He directly took the short knife and picked out the arrows on Liu Mingqi's arm and flesh, and the black blood was soaring out.

Even in a coma, Liu Mingqi trembled in pain.

It took several seconds before the blood turned red.

Only then did Fan Shan pour the disinfectant alcohol in the bottle on the wound.

"ah……"

"ah!"

Both shouts were made by Liu Mingqi.

The first sound was that he was so painful that he woke up again, while the second sound was that he was knocked unconscious by Fan Shan again.

This process was repeated three times. When Fan Shan bandaged Liu Mingqi with a clean cotton cloth from a tip, he was already sweating profusely and his head was dizzy.

Fan Shan was very glad that Liu Mingqi had to carry this kind of medical bag with him, which not only contained disinfected alcohol, but also disinfected cotton pads after steaming, and also disinfected zabu. Otherwise, it would be impossible to temporarily treat the wound.

Looking at the blood all over the ground and Liu Mingqi's pale face, Fan Shan was getting more and more nervous.

He is not afraid of death himself.
To be continued...