When Shi Yi thinks about Xianyu, someone always comes to disturb her.

Weidong's caravan had already driven the horses towards the Xishoujiang City Tiankeng. Ye Qingfeng, who was familiar with the route, ordered the caravan to set up camp there today.

Weidong's injury has improved a lot. He no longer needs to wear a sling to hold his arm and doesn't feel any pain.

He got off the carriage and Xie Jiu followed him until they reached the edge of the sinkhole before stopping.

The tiankeng is a large naturally formed depression that looks as if it was dug out by someone. It is incredibly large.

Wei Dong looked down and saw that there were indeed a lot of ore piled at the bottom of the pit. Looking at the piles of stones, he smiled with satisfaction.

The largest pile should belong to the Red Sun Tribe. The other piles are much smaller, but they are still pretty good. So much can be transported out in such a short time. The efficiency is already very gratifying.

Xie Jiu looked at them for a few seconds and then looked away. He didn't know the exact value of these things, so he had no idea.

If it was a pile of iron or copper, he would know its value. But even if he knew that these stones were ores, he would not be able to tell what kind of ores they were.

Weidong was satisfied and walked back to the tent.

Without his instructions, the small managers arranged on their own how to transport the ore back, as they were already familiar with these things.

Because the shopkeeper was injured, everyone tried not to disturb Weidong unless they came to him for instructions on something.

Xie Jiu entered the tent and saw Wei Dong was about to read again. He hurried over to take the book away and muttered in dissatisfaction: "I've been reading all the way. It's time to give my eyes a rest."

Wei Dong said angrily: "I'm not tired! For me, reading is a rest." He was usually busy with trivial matters and seldom had the opportunity to read.

Xie Jiu found it hard to understand. He felt that reading was a very tiring and painful thing, so he couldn't understand Wei Dong's love for reading.

He kneaded and patted Weidong's body to stimulate blood circulation. Except for the injured area, he touched every other part.

Weidong was ticklish and refused many times, but was ignored by Xie Jiu every time.

Xie Jiu just wanted Weidong to get used to his touch. Habit is a good thing and many things start with habit.

Weidong was always extra tolerant towards him, which gave Xie Jiu a lot of room to play. Relying on his thick skin, he was always able to take advantage of Weidong.

Even though Wei Dong sometimes felt that Xie Jiu was not being honest, he just thought he did it unintentionally.

I still despise myself in my heart for always thinking too much.

Haha, even with Wei Dong's cleverness, it's not enough to deal with Xie Jiu. Xie Jiu's heart is made of honeycomb briquettes, full of holes.

Moreover, all these tricks were used on Wei Dong, which could be said to be a calculation at every step.

How could the innocent Wei Dong be a match for Xie Jiu?

Xie Jiu acted too much and was kicked out by Wei Dong. He was used to it and was often kicked out, which showed how dishonest he was.

Fortunately, he knew the right balance and always stopped in time when Wei Dong got angry but was not really annoyed with him.

He just thought of it as a fun thing between them.

Every time he was kicked out, he would wander around outside for a while before going back. Weidong would have calmed down and would never ask for vengeance.

This is how Xie Jiu became more and more daring, and teasing Wei Dong has become his daily routine.

He wanted Weidong to form habits with him, but he didn't realize that he had already formed many habits with Weidong.

He dug a pit for Weidong, and before Weidong fell into it, he was already at the bottom of the pit.

Xie Jiu, who was unaware of what was happening, found the horse bandit Zhang Laoliu. His external wounds had already scabbed over, but he didn't know whether his internal wounds had healed or not.

He was still tied up every day, but only his hands were tied. He had no intention of escaping, and now he wished that the caravan would walk longer every day.

He wanted to go home early to see if there were any relatives at home.

Without his military pay, his family might not have enough to eat, and he didn’t know if he would bring trouble to his family if he escaped.

The closer he got to the border town, the more excited he became, but at the same time he was also afraid of hearing some bad news.

Feeling timid near home!

He didn't expect that he would be able to come back here in his lifetime, and his mood was extremely complicated.

Xie Jiuke didn't care about his mood and would come to ask him every day to see if he could come up with any new clues.

Zhang Laoliu saw him and said unhappily, "Really, there's nothing left. I'll tell you if I remember anything."

Xie Jiu circled around him twice, and said without giving up:

"Last time you just told me that those people's weapons were from the border guards. Although this is useful, it is far from enough. There are so many people in the border guards. There is nothing special about them. For example, aren't there any people who are very similar to the people you know in terms of height, weight, and size?"

Zhang Laoliu closed his eyes and thought for a while, then opened them and said seriously, "Their shapes are similar, and I can't tell them apart from this."

Xie Jiu: "What about the voices? Are they speaking? Do they have any accents?"

Zhang Laoliu was particularly reluctant to recall that past event, but this person always forced him to recall that bloody memory.

Zhang Laoliu hung his head, not knowing what he was thinking. Xie Jiu paced restlessly nearby, waiting for Zhang Laoliu's reaction.

After a while, Zhang Laoliu shook his head and said firmly:

"Those people didn't say a word the whole time. They ambushed us on the road we had to pass, suddenly jumped out and started killing people, then retreated to the woods and ran towards the back of the mountain."

Xie Jiu rubbed the base of his right hand with his chin a few times, then gave up. He couldn't figure it out now. There was always something that didn't make sense.

Maybe if we meet General Xiao, he might have some unusual clues. When we get together, we will know most of them.

So he didn't push Zhang Laoliu too much, thinking that Weidong might have calmed down and it was time for him to go back and have dinner with him.

Wei Dong is annoyed by Xie Jiu every day and has become accustomed to his dishonesty. He is exactly the same scoundrel as he was when he was a child.

So every time he was bullied, he would pretend to be angry for a while, which would make Xie Jiu calm down for a while.

The caravan's doctor came in to change the ointment for him. He undressed and sat on the edge of the bed. The doctor scraped the ointment off his skin with a bamboo stick, replaced it with new one, and then re-bandaged it.

He instructed: "Manager Wei, the bone injury has recovered well now, but you still have to be careful and don't touch the affected area. Hold on for a while longer."

Wei Dong didn't think much about it and agreed casually: "Yes, I know."

When the doctor saw that Xie Jiu was not there, he helped Manager Wei put on his clothes. This job was usually done by Xie Jiu, and no one else had the chance to touch a corner of Wei Dong's clothes in front of him.

I was wondering why he wasn't here today, when I heard Xie Jiu's voice: "Give me the lunch box, I'll take it in directly."

Then he walked in from outside the tent, holding a food box in his hand.