Reborn as a Cube Man in the Late Ming Dynasty

Having realized that these people were completely unyielding, Meng Yongnian could only helplessly wave goodbye and leave.

In the corner of the alley, Fan Yong'an, who had been watching the shop closely, breathed a sigh of relief and said with a smile, "Hahaha, it seems that our magistrate, Meng Yongnian, has come all this way for nothing."

These bandits are still so stubborn.

Now I can rest assured.

Upon returning to the Fan residence, Fan Yong'an called out, "Someone come here."

When his trusted confidant arrived, Fan Yong'an said without hesitation, "The price of flour might double, but if it doesn't exceed three times, buy it all."

In the end, everyone makes a profit anyway.

"My lord," the trusted aide said hesitantly, "the treasury only has about a thousand taels of silver left. Shall we continue?"

"How could there be so little?" Fan Yong'an paused, his hand stilling from turning the prayer beads, looking bewildered.

The confidant didn't say much, but simply raised his head slightly and glanced at the pile of flour filling the yard.

Fan Yong'an muttered, "That's right. Let's not buy the flour for now. Go down and let me think about it."

As soon as his confidant left, Fan Yong'an called out into the room.

"Madam, I'm back."

Hearing the commotion, Wang quickly put away the talisman and placed it in the box. Her slightly flustered face transformed into a smile, her expression instantly becoming charming.

She pushed open the door and walked out gracefully, her blue dress swaying gently with her steps, like a soft spring breeze. She embraced Fan Yong'an: "Husband, judging from your expression, things have gone well?"

"Yes, that cult is already at its end," Fan Yong'an said proudly, touching Wang's hand. "Soon, this stockpiled flour will be able to be sold off."

Upon hearing the words "cult members," Wang glanced to the side somewhat awkwardly.

"Madam, there's one more thing. We're running low on silver. How about we transport some out of the city and sell some flour?" Fan Yong'an suggested cautiously.

"Sell it? Where will we sell it to?" Madam Wang shook her head, walked to the edge of the artificial hill, and traced its outline. She said slowly, "Inspector Wu had a change of heart and went out to suppress bandits every day. Even so, the bandits still keep coming in waves."

"Even the nearest county town is several days' journey away. If we bring too little flour, we won't have enough money for the trip; if we bring too much," Wang paused, then said slowly, "I'm afraid the flour will be stolen before we've even gone a few steps out of town!"

"Husband, how did things go about what happened before?" Wang asked, her eyes gleaming.

"There's been no progress. Everyone has their own agenda," Fan Yong'an shook his head. "They never even considered asking Inspector Wu for an escort."

"With bandits running rampant these days, how far can those household servants and foot soldiers go?" Wang scoffed.

What's more, they are a group of believers who worship an unknown little fairy.

Wang was well aware of their fighting prowess.

Either he dies, or you die; there are only two possible outcomes.

Only Wu Zhen can subdue them.

She thought that by pooling the resources of several families, she could ask Inspector Wu to escort her all the way. Even if she couldn't leave the jurisdiction, she could still bribe her along the way so that no one would turn a blind eye.

After such a trip, each family only earns a little less when the profits are split among themselves.

Unfortunately, some people didn't believe in superstition and insisted on trying it.

Recalling the intelligence she had just received, Madam Wang chuckled and said, "The Ding family, the Gu family, and the Yu family couldn't hold back today and are secretly transporting grain out of the city. I think it won't be long before news of the robbery comes back."

"How did you find out, Madam?" Fan Yong'an looked at Madam Wang, frowning slightly, and asked in confusion.

"Ah~" Madam Wang was stunned for a moment, then chuckled, covered her mouth, hugged Fan Yong'an, blinked innocently, and said weakly, "I'm in the courtyard all day, and my husband never comes to visit. He's busy with chores all day long. I had nothing to do, so I thought I'd share the burden with my husband, and that's why I asked the servants to keep an eye out for him~"

Fan Yong'an playfully flicked Wang's nose, then swept her up in his arms, grinning wickedly, "Madam said she was bored earlier. Come on, let's go back to our room. What happened earlier isn't over yet!"

"Ugh~"

……

North of Chengcheng, along the official road leading to Yan'an Prefecture, the land is covered with loess, and gullies and hillsides are everywhere.

The landscape along the way is predominantly yellowish-brown, occasionally dotted with green.

It was utterly desolate, with only a few merchants and travelers occasionally seen on the official road. Years of famine and rampant bandits had made life unbearable, with people now going hungry for more than a day.

On a hillside, a group of bandits sat on the ground, while a few stood around, looking around and scouting the situation.

"Big brother, want some?" Chen Ming'er grabbed two steamed buns, stuffed one into his mouth, and stammered. Perhaps he ate too fast and accidentally choked, pounding his chest hard.

Gan Hongyi withdrew his gaze from the distance and looked at Chen Ming'er, saying irritably, "Look at you, so pathetic! You haven't stopped eating the entire way here, and you're eating so fast!"

"Hehe, big brother, you don't know," Chen Ming'er recovered and grinned, "I just like the feeling of choking."

As he spoke, he stretched contentedly and murmured, "I could never get enough of days like this!"

"Although we went to hell at first, the immortals were merciful and only let us stay indoors," Chen Ming'er laughed loudly. "I really hope those merchants can come here and atone for their sins."

"Yeah, yeah, we can even eat meat when we get back!"

"Those vendors had better hurry up and come. We're still waiting to open for business. I don't feel at ease sitting here every day, just eating Bai Xianjun's food."

"I'd love to rob merchants."

The bandits laughed merrily, raising their wooden swords in agreement.

Gan Hongyi shook his head helplessly, a slight smile appearing at the corners of his mouth.

Although these bandits could not join the militia and had to undergo labor reform, it was still much better than before when they were robbing everywhere and still couldn't fill their stomachs.

He rubbed his tired eyes and then looked around Chengcheng.

Every official road in Chengcheng, even the smaller ones, was guarded by bandits. Moreover, whenever merchants from Chengcheng came out, someone would ride a fast horse to deliver the message.

It's impossible to let one escape to another county.

Robbing caravans is something they're best at.

Moreover, they were bandits wearing leather boots, carrying wooden swords, and under the protection of the White Immortal Lord.

They also carried cookies with them.

The Immortal Lord just issued this; he said it's easy to carry. Most importantly, this thing, like the Immortal Fish, can heal injuries.

Therefore, even if the opposing force outnumbers them three or four times, they are not afraid.

It's a pity that after staking out for so many days, they haven't seen a single caravan.

Wait, someone's coming!

Gan Hongyi squinted, his expression grave.

As the man rode closer and closer, Gan Hongyi finally saw clearly that the person on horseback was wearing a full leather suit.

This means that caravans may pass through this official road!

"Brothers, get up! We've got work to do!" Gan Hongyi shouted excitedly.