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When they returned to the village, they found that the government officials had surrounded the entire village without them knowing when. Even the Qingzhou army, which was rarely seen in normal times, showed up.

Nearly 200 people in the village were either murderers or accomplices. Except for the newborn baby, no one was innocent. They also rescued seven or eight little girls who had recently gone missing.

Fubao looked at Qingyang in confusion: "Why did they come so soon?" It had been less than an hour since she was captured.

Qing Yang snorted coldly: "If something like this happens in their territory, it is natural for them to deal with it."

Then he looked at Fubao with an apologetic look in his eyes: "Master didn't take good care of you..."

Fubao interrupted him immediately: "Don't say that. Who would have thought that I was just buying melon seeds and ended up running into a den of human traffickers. They say Qingzhou is the most peaceful place, but I think that's the case."

The Qingzhou army generals standing behind him looked sideways but were unable to refute.

The wound on her face was shallow, but also flushed red. There was a sharp cut on her pink skin, which stung Qingyang's eyes.

Fu Bao looked up at him, a little surprised: "Master, don't you usually calculate the heavens and the earth? Why didn't you calculate that it was not suitable to travel today?"

Qingyang no longer had the heart to laugh at her, and just replied sullenly: "If there really is a great catastrophe, you will know it. It is not calculated every day, and it is my negligence."

Fubao looked at his expression with amusement: "Don't be sad, I'm fine. I taught him a lesson and saved several people. I'm actually quite happy. I also picked up five watermelons for free..."

She didn't want Qingyang to blame himself, so she kept making witty remarks to tease him.

Fu Bao: "Master, you should teach me how to calculate. If I can calculate it, I can avoid it in the future."

Qingyang looked at her and shook his head firmly: "I won't teach you."

Fubao: "Don't be stingy. I was ignorant before. Now I know this is very powerful. I want to learn it."

Qingyang shook his head again: "Except for this, I can teach you everything, as long as I know it."

Fubao became even more curious: "Why not this? But I want to learn this."

Qingyang's expression remained unchanged, but his voice was hesitant: "This is not good for your health, you don't have to learn it."

Fubao then realized that calculating these things would have an impact on his body. No wonder he said he didn't calculate them every day.

Fu Bao: "In that case, you'd better forget it. I don't really want to know. After all, I've always been lucky, and you won't get into any disaster if you stay with me. When you get old, I'll take care of you..."

He talked endlessly again, which made Qingyang feel a little overwhelmed, but also relieved. But as for the issue of old-age care, it was still unclear who would take care of whom.

On the way back, Fubao held a few watermelons, applied some cool medicine on his face, and ate some snacks.

Qingyang kept comforting her: "Don't be afraid, the wound is very shallow, and it won't leave scars if you use the medicine properly."

Fubao didn't answer. He turned around and saw that the little girl's cheeks were bulging and she couldn't even open her mouth to talk to him.

He said with a smile: "It seems that I overthink it."

When the two of them staggered to the door of the West Exit Inn, they were stopped by the waiter who had been waiting: "Miss, you are finally here, our shopkeeper is so kind."

Fubao followed him to see Wang Li in a daze.

Wang Li: "Fubao, you are such a treasure."

Fubao, who had become a treasure for no apparent reason, asked: "Uncle Wang, what do you want to say?"

Wang Li rubbed his hands happily and said, "Can you sell me the recipe for the scrambled eggs with peaches that you made?"

He originally thought that wolfberries, with their strange colors and poisonous properties, were absolutely inedible. But the moment he ate the dish, he knew that if he could sell it in his restaurant, it would definitely become a signature dish.

Fubao: "Oh, that's it, get some paper and pen!"

The waiter immediately ran over to bring the things. She waved her little hand and was about to write, and the ink dots spread on the paper...

Fubao suddenly said awkwardly: "Why don't we call the cook over?" She couldn't write traditional Chinese characters yet, especially with a brush.

Wang Li froze for a moment, then smiled and said, "Go and get the chef."

For the next half hour, Fubao showed off his skills in the kitchen and gave instructions. He was a person who only knew how to cook one dish, but he made the chef run around in circles, and he taught him everything he knew.

Before leaving, Wang Li stuffed a purse into her hand and said, "Give my regards to your father, and be careful on the road."

Wang Li accompanied them all the way to the city gate before returning.

Fubao was bored on the way, so she opened her purse and wanted to put a few taels of silver into the space. After opening it, she found a fifty-tael silver note inside. She carefully put the silver note away, and put so much money in grandma's box.

The carriage was running very fast on the official road. After a whole day of hard work, Fubao felt that his body was almost falling apart. Finally, they were not far from Yuzhou.

The carriage suddenly stopped, and Fubao stumbled and almost rushed out of the carriage. She lifted the curtain and sighed, "Master, to be honest, you should not take care of children in the future."

Before he could finish his joke, his smile froze. Three familiar people were kneeling in front of the carriage, blocking the road, and no one knew what they were doing.

When the woman saw her, she was dazed for a moment. Although she had some doubts, she did not recognize her.

Qingyang sat in the carriage without saying a word. In his opinion, rushing over from the roadside and kneeling in front of the carriage was tantamount to seeking death.

The woman knelt down and cried, "Brother, we have been robbed. Please help us and take us into the city."

The young woman following behind her was originally reluctant, but the moment she saw Qingyang, she immediately changed her expression and said softly: "Sir, my mother is not in good health, my brother and I are not afraid of the long journey. Could you please take my mother to Yuzhou on the way? I will definitely repay you for your kindness."

Before Qingyang could say anything, Fubao refused anxiously: "It's not on the way!"

These three were none other than Zhao Xiuer's vicious stepmother and her two scoundrel children. She didn't know how she had fallen to this point, but no matter what, she didn't want to get involved with these three pieces of ox-sticky candy.

Zhao Fang'er couldn't hold back her flirtatious look, and she became even more angry when she saw her: "The adults in your family haven't said anything, how can a child interrupt?"

Qingyang immediately attacked: "Are you saying that I didn't teach my child well? My daughter was raised by my wife and I, and we don't need to worry about the red tape. Outsiders, don't even need to make irresponsible remarks."

Zhao Fang'er obviously didn't expect him to say that, her face flushed: "No, that's not what I meant."

Her mother knew Zhao Fang'er was thinking something and immediately tried to smooth things over: "Sir, my daughter has been used to being asked by me since she was a child. I have no other intentions. The young lady is innocent and frank, very cute, and we all like her very much."

Fubao rolled her eyes. She had not forgotten how they treated her mother in the past. It was even more impossible to take them with her. Not only would they be discovered, but they would also be harassed.

Fubao pouted: "Dad, why are you wasting time talking to them? Mom is still waiting for us."

The three men remained unmoved and stood across the road, blocking their way.

Qingyang: "Then the three of you... come over here."

Zhao Fanger's face immediately showed joy and she ran over happily, but she hadn't touched the edge of the carriage.

Qingyang said, "Your mother's legs are not good, you two can carry her for a while, and we will be there soon. My horse is old too, I should take good care of it."

The three people were stunned. Taking advantage of this moment, Qingyang whipped his horse and galloped past them.