Several officers and soldiers came over and looked at the ox cart, and asked, "Who are you? What are you loaded in the car?"

"Report to the official, we are from Fangjiazhuang and we went to the market in the city. The ox carts are filled with fur and mountain goods, and there is nothing." Fang Xiaokun quickly got out of the car and explained to the officers and soldiers.

"Mr. County Master has an order to search whether you leave the city or enter the city."

Because the Liangshan Village thieves were in chaos, several groups of patrol officers and soldiers were added to the city gate, and the carriages were strictly searched.

"Official, we are all good people." Fang Xiaoshan shouted for justice.

"Don't talk nonsense, get out of here."

The officers and soldiers pushed Fang Xiaoshan away and got into the car to search.

On the ox cart, animal skins piled up like hills.

They were all bought by Fangjiazhuang to make winter clothes.

Several officers and soldiers searched for a long time without finding any abnormalities, but they locked the ox cart from Fangjiazhuang and refused to give it to them.

Fang Xiaokun understood it, took out a handful of broken silver and stuffed it over.

"Thank you for your hard work, so I'll buy wine for you for this amount of money."

The officers and soldiers who took the lead in the search weighed the money with satisfaction, thinking that you were the one who was on the way.

“Let it go.”

Fang Xiaokun drove out of the city with a ox cart. After several miles, he saw that the officers and soldiers did not chase him, so he said to the back of the ox cart: "Master, you have come out."

Chen Bafang sat up from the ox cart.

Since Li Kui died, he has found that someone outside the inn was staring at his every move, which seemed to be the eyeliner installed in Liangshan Village.

So, he thought of a way to escape from Liangzhou City under the cover of Fangjiazhuang.

When Liangshan Village was discovered, he was gone.

After walking dozens of miles, a quiet and peaceful village came into view in the desolate mountains.

Fangjiazhuang is built by the river, with Liangzhou City to the south and Heimu Mountain opposite the river.

It was autumn, and the red maple leaves all over the mountains were floating, as if a red carpet was laid on the ground.

As soon as they walked into the village, many villagers came to say hello.

Chen Bafang's unfamiliar face attracted many onlookers.

Because he was brought by Fang Xiaokun, the people from Fangjiazhuang did not become alert or hostile to him.

The patriarch of Fangjiazhuang is an old man in his fifties.

In the world of pots, where the average lifespan is generally low, fifty years old is considered a long life.

Not only is Fang Luoyang not old, but he is full of tendons, strong body and vigorous spirit.

One punch can kill a tiger.

"Clan leader, this is Taoist Chen from Yunlong Temple."

Fang Xiaokun briefly introduced Chen Bafang to Fang Luoyang.

I heard that Chen Bafang buried the missing guests in Heimu Mountain, and Fang Luoyang released some kindness to him.

"This year, the locust plague is severe. Several grain shops in Liangzhou City have joined forces to raise the price of grain to more than ten times that of previous years. They can't buy it even if there is any money." Fang Xiaokun said in annoyance.

The huge Fangjiazhuang has less than 100 kilograms of food. If this continues, I don’t know how many people will die in winter.

Chen Bafang smiled and said confidently: "Class leader, if you believe me, give me an hour, I can fill the granary."
Chapter completed!