Xianyu Infrastructure, I have a lot of troops in my hands

"You kid," Xie Xian touched his head through the fence.

"Don't worry, you won't die even if we do. There are people from higher up in this village. If anything happens to you, I believe they will be more panicked than you."

Mu He suddenly looked up and asked, "Madam Xian, are you saying that this is a hidden mine?"

Xie Xian nodded and did not deny it. Dark mines refer to minerals that are not subject to tax, and their income is completely controlled by local families or local armed forces.

But for people from prominent families, secret mines are always connected to the government. If Du Xin really gets into trouble here, Pingcheng Ling will not have an easy time either.

When she saw Mu He, she understood. Xie Xian curled her lips and said, “This boy is teachable.”

The next day, someone came early in the morning to report that Mr. Du complained that the food was not tasty and the bed was too hard, and asked to change rooms.

Gan Hu, who was having a headache at the time as he was arranging the tree-cutting, heard about this and was immediately furious.

But he didn't dare to really neglect Du Xin, nor did he dare to kill him. If he made him hold a grudge against him, even his immediate superior would not be able to protect him.

"Let him do whatever he wants!" He waved his hand impatiently.

Before the afternoon, Xie Xian took another roast chicken back home. It tasted really good.

At night, a group of bandits were exhausted after chopping trees all day, but they found that the quality of their food had dropped sharply. After asking around, they found out that the white boy had been asking for this and that all day long.

One moment, the bed was uncomfortable, so he changed it for a new one. Another moment, he put too much salt in the dish, so he had to cook it again. He was always picky. The cook almost broke the clay pot because of his anger.

Just now, he was disgusted by the suffocating black charcoal and asked the steward to replace it with silver charcoal.

Manager Fu wiped the sweat from his forehead and secretly glanced at Gan Hu who was sitting on the stone chair. He had an ugly expression on his face, as if he wanted to eat someone!

Finally, Gan Hu waved his hand and asked someone to call Qu Qing over.

"What are the rules regarding this Du Xin matter?" Gan Hu felt that he could not afford to support this ancestor.

"I don't know. I guess the higher-ups haven't thought it through yet."

"Hmph, they haven't thought it through. They just want me to take the blame. No, we have to send this guy away as soon as possible. We can't delay any longer." In the past two days, for some reason, the people going down to the mines became visibly restless.

He looked at Qu Qing with some suspicion, "I have searched the letter and read it. There is nothing wrong with it. Some people walk the streets at night a lot and are suspicious of everyone. What do you think, Mr. Qu?"

Since Du Xin's case is a misunderstanding but also a trouble, we can only find an opportunity to release Du Xin.

Gan Hu secretly made up his mind that the mine would be unusable in a month anyway, so he could just do it the same way as last year.

"Actually, you can just send him away. After all, you have to pay some money to redeem him!"

Gan Hu's eyes lit up. Yes! This way, he could make some money and solve this problem.

"Then hurry up and let them prepare things early, preferably in these few days." Gan Hu stared at Qu Qing and said.

"I'll arrange it." Qu Qing clenched his fists tightly, his nails digging deeply into his palms.

Gan Hu wanted to gain benefits but was unwilling to bear the anger of his superiors, so he left the matter to him, and this kind of thing happened more than once.

Seeing Qu Qing leave angrily, someone nearby interrupted and said, "Aren't you afraid that Mr. Qu will hold a grudge against you for acting like this?" This person was an old frontier soldier who had been following him, and was one of the few people who knew the inside story.

Gan Hu sneered, "Tsk~ To put it nicely, he's a strategist, to put it bluntly, he's just a street rat! If he wasn't still useful, would they have kept him until now?"

The man looked at Qu Qing's room worriedly. Everyone below could see Qu Qing's ability.

With Qu Qing around, they always fought smoothly, but Gan Hu was still their boss, the person in charge appointed by the governor.

In the end, he could only sigh. Who made Mr. Qu a strategist?

Qu Qing touched the painting on the table and coughed twice. The doctor said that he was suffering from stagnation of qi, but he just thought it was funny. Everything he did was fatal, so what was the big deal about being sick?

At the bottom of the mine, a group of refugees gathered together, carrying the firewood that had been chopped off from above, and the dead look in their eyes and brows faded a little.

Everyone who goes to the tiankeng to carry firewood will look greedily at the blue sky above their heads. They really want to go up there!

It is snowing lightly now. Although it is not as cold inside the tiankeng as outside, the temperature is still very low. Some people finally can't stand it anymore.

"Sir, my son is sick. Can you give me some medicine?" someone pleaded.

"Yeah, who can stand this temperature? When will we get winter clothes?"

The whip came down hard, and the bandit spat and cursed: "A bunch of consumptive ghosts, what good are you thinking? Winter clothes? What are you dreaming about!"

He heard that Mr. Qu brought up the issue of winter clothes in the meeting hall yesterday, but was silenced.

In his opinion, there was no hope for this group of people. The worst that could happen was that he would use big rocks to block the entrance of the cave like he did last year, and let them fend for themselves inside!

Anyway, they wouldn't be able to survive long when the river rises, so it would be better for them to die early and save some food.

The old man who was knocked down rolled over twice and lay on the ground wailing, but no one dared to come forward to help.

Several refugees looked at each other with unhappy expressions. They had actually expected this. When they first arrived, they found a lot of corpses deep in the stream of this mine.

There were quite a lot of people, and at first they just thought they were corpses killed by bandits, but as they found more and more bones.

There are also local people who were captured and said that these underground rivers would flood when the flood season arrives in early spring.

The mine where they were working would be filled with water, and if the entrance was blocked by boulders, they would be finished.

Only then did everyone realize that the bones in the pit were a lesson for them.

Suddenly, the refugees had even less energy to work. They stared at the entrance intentionally or unintentionally, fearing that one day they would wake up and find the entrance blocked.

It was not until Gan Hu sent four men armed with straight knives to guard the cave entrance that the refugees gave up hope and fell into despair.

At this moment, Xie Xian was leaning against the fence, exchanging information with Mu He.

"In these few days, I guess we will let one of you out to prepare the finances." Xie Xian said.

Du Xin's eyes lit up, "Really?" He was excited. If he could really escape from this place, he would never come to this broken place again.

Xie Xian nodded: "I have a small request. They are asking you for money and goods, so they must want food and cloth. Can you exchange all the food for flour?"

Du Xin didn't care. Mu He showed a somewhat strange expression, but seeing Xie Xian's serious look, he didn't ask any more questions and just nodded.

When Xie Xian was about to leave, Du Xin called her: "Hey! Aren't you leaving?"