Number of People

  Chapter 15 A character scroll enters the state, admiration

Seeing that Feng Ziying had made up his mind, Feng You was no longer entangled, and asked in a deep voice: "Brother Keng, it's easy for Tibetans, but I'm afraid the bandits won't give up easily if they can't find what they want when they enter the house. We let them discover the cellar in the back garden. If there is no harvest, they may become suspicious. If they investigate carefully, they may not find clues,..."

   "Uncle Fu, how much silver is there in the cellar?" Feng Ziying knew that although there was not much silver hidden in the house, there must be some.

   Uncle Fu muttered for a while, before he said, "I'm afraid there are five or six hundred taels."

Feng You frowned and shook his head: "Brother Keng, it's not this one. This gang of thieves can't be reasonable. They are different from ordinary robbers and horse thieves. They don't worry about time, they just find gold, silver, money and things. I'm afraid they will go crazy, maybe I'm going to turn the whole mansion upside down."

  Feng You's words are true.

  If ordinary horse thieves and robbers enter and rob houses, they have to worry about the inspection department and the guards. They must seek to escape if they succeed, but these bandits are different.

  They are rebels, they have already controlled the outer city of Linqing, they don’t need to worry about the guards and inspection department, they have plenty of time, of course they have to spend as much money as possible, so if they really want to enter the house, anything can happen.

  Feng Ziying frowned and said nothing, but put her hands behind her back like a little adult.

   "If you want the thieves to abandon it, you have to make the thieves believe that this house is worthless." Feng Ziying pondered for a long time before raising her eyes, "It's just that Feng's house may suffer some catastrophe."

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   "Here they come." Zuo Liangyu, who was lying on the ridge of the bucket of mud loach, turned his head and growled: "They have arrived under the Drum Tower and are lighting the fire."

  Feng Ziying stood under the wall and took a deep breath, "How is their ranks?"

   "It's a mess, everyone goes their own way, but there are a lot of people, and some of them are already coming towards us."

  Zuo Liangyu was short of breath, her thin face was slightly flushed, her fingers were tightly clasped against the wall, and her fingernails turned white under excessive force.

"Don't be nervous, the sky is falling and there will be a tall man carrying it." Feng Ziying comforted the other party, "If you really want to be captured by them, you can also say that you came in here to hide, and pushed everything else to On our heads, maybe someone will let you live."

Zuo Liangyu also felt a little ashamed of his nervousness, and insisted: "I'm not afraid of them, isn't it just my life? Eighteen years later, I will be a good man again! All these years, young master, I have come and gone through wind and rain. Go, see more, and no one will do anything to me."

   "See Uncle You?" Feng Ziying was more concerned about Feng You who had gone out alone.

   "I can't see it. I saw him close to Gulou West Street before, but I can't see it now."

  Zuo Liangyu gritted her teeth and tried her best to bolster her courage. Although she has been hanging around for a long time, this time is still different. If she doesn't pay attention, she might really die.

  Feng Ziying has no good solution but to gamble.

Feng Ziying judged that the bandits are so powerful now, if there is no one behind them, it can't be justified, and it is definitely not a group of Bailian or Luojiao who can make such a big noise, especially if they can accurately mobilize the guards in the city to leave the city. Clearly there are black hands.

  Feng Ziying didn't have the heart to care about all kinds of things inside and outside Linqing City, which had nothing to do with herself or the Feng family.

  The Feng family only has a yard here, and it is rare to come back in a few years. As long as I can escape Linqing and return to the capital, then everything is not important.

  As for the rest of the Feng family, they don't have a close relationship with their own family, and it's normal for them to fly separately when disaster strikes.

  The problem is that I can't get out of the city now.

The bandits have already controlled the outer city. If this posture continues, the guards in the inner city will not respond. Maybe the bandits will attack the inner city. The army can come back in time.

   It is not Feng Ziying's habit to pin his fate on these illusory things. He has gradually begun to think a lot about problems when he was an official in his previous life.

   Because of this, his performance surprised Feng You more and more, but he subconsciously obeyed his arrangement.

   Among the bandits, there must be people who know the inside situation of the city, so Feng's house is doomed to escape this catastrophe.

  Feng Ziying quickly ran into the backyard.

  The entire inner courtyard has been moved according to his arrangement. Household furniture has been pushed around and thrown around, and several flower pots and vases have been broken, scattered scattered in the corridor and in the room.

  The rockery in the back garden was pushed down, exposing the opening of the cellar, and one or two ingots of scattered silver were scattered on the opening and the stone path.

   "Fubo, Ruixiang, are you ready?"

   "Young master, everything is done according to what you said. It's almost ready." Ruixiang's face was flushed, but his whole body was shaking like chaff.

   "Look at your virtue, it's not even as good as that kid's, with a big scar on his head, and you still have Master by your side." Feng Ziying curled her lips.

   "Where is it over there?" Feng Ziying walked into the wing, "Fu Bo?"

   "Master, do you really want to throw fuel on the fire? I'm afraid it won't be saved if it is ignited." Fu Bo showed a painful and hesitant expression on his face.

   How can he accept that the house that his family has worked so hard to guard for so many years has to be set on fire by himself?

"Uncle Fu, there is no way to do this. If you keep the green hills alive, you won't have to worry about firewood. You can't watch us all die here, can you? The house can be rebuilt after it burns down. I'm still thinking about going back and telling my father, Buy the area behind Xiezikeng, do some scouring, and turn it into the inner lake of our house, and build it into a manor for our Feng family to come back to escape the summer heat in the future." Feng Ziying comforted the other party.

   "And see, Uncle Fu, isn't this also avoiding the Ronghuatang side? It doesn't matter if you burn down the wing rooms on both sides. This side is separated by an inner wall, so most of them can still be preserved."

   This is also a no-brainer.

  The thieves have already swept in, and they will soon spread to this side. If you don't make a decision, once the thieves break in, it will be too late.

   Resolutely set fire to the entire wing rooms on both sides of Feng's house, the loss would not be too small, but it was worth it, at least for Feng Ziying, just to save one life.

  The door was slammed open, startling a group of unprepared people in the yard. The little girl Lin Daiyu even screamed, without the restraint and arrogance she had before.

   It was Feng You, with a dead body under each arm, with dark skin, thick hands and feet, and a short brown shirt. It looked like a kiln worker outside the city, of course, a bandit.

It is said that this riot was caused by the fact that the kiln owners had to stop working because they could not afford the miscellaneous taxes set by the tax supervisor. The incitement quickly turned into today's chaos.

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  (end of this chapter)