After fleeing famine, I have thousands of acres of fertile land

"It's always so lively in the teahouse. Next time you go to the city, go to Wanchun Teahouse. The storytelling there is the best." Guizi was young and liked these things.

Mr. Wan is not very old and he loves listening to these curious stories, so his voice rose a few octaves.

"Then go and listen. You can talk to your brothers about it when you come back."

Guizi became even happier. She took a few steps forward, leaned forward, and shared the interesting places in the city with Mr. Wan.

The brothers below were also chatting animatedly. It was almost dark and they had to go back to eat, so they chatted for a while, which was not considered as being lazy.

When Mr. Wan heard about the folding fan in the city, he took one out from his arms and opened it to show Guizi.

There was some distance between the two sides and it was getting dark, so Guizi couldn't see clearly and moved closer.

"Ah~"

"Boss."

"Guizi."

When Guizi moved forward just now, she didn't pay attention to her feet and accidentally rolled down.

The ditch was quite deep, and it took a long time before Guizi's voice was heard.

"I-I'm fine, my legs just hurt a little."

The people above breathed a sigh of relief, as if nothing happened.

"Guizi, don't move. Let's get the rope and torch and rescue you right away."

Both sides sent people back to get tools. They didn't know what the situation was down there, so they had to be prepared before going down.

Mr. Wan was anxiously waiting for someone to come back, listening to Guizi's moans, which were sometimes strong and sometimes weak, and constantly comforting him.

Soon someone came over with ropes and torches, and some smart ones came with machetes and daggers.

When people from other teams heard about it, they came to help. Mr. Wan thought that the boy fell because he was chatting with him, so he insisted on going down to save him himself.

He put a rope around his waist, held a torch in his hand, put the dagger on his body, and slid down carefully.

Guizi's team was also not slow, and several people went down together.

More and more people gathered on the ditch, and the lights nearby were on, making the scene below seem even more eerie.

Mr. Wan called Guizi while going downstairs, but there was no sound from below.

Mr. Wan became even more anxious, fearing that there were wild animals below that might hurt Guizi.

The commotion here attracted Old Fan and Master Qian over.

"What's going on here? Why are there so many people gathered here?"

"Master Fan, Guizi has fallen down. Mr. Wan is bringing people down to rescue him."

Lord Fan stretched his head and took a look below. It was pitch black and he couldn't see anything clearly.

"Guizi, how are you down there?"

Lao Fan shouted, it turned out that Guizi was under his command and was his confidant.

Lao Fan listened for a while, but no sound came up.

I reached out and pressed down, and the noisy noise around me quieted down a lot.

Lao Fan shouted again, and a voice came up from below.

"Master Fan, we are about to go down. We could hear Guizi's voice just now, but it's gone now." Mr. Wan was a little anxious.

Lao Fan's heart sank, and he shouted to them, "Be careful, if anything goes wrong, call the people above to go down."

Mr. Wan responded and walked down with concentration.

This ditch is very deep. Normally, no one should come down here. It was still dark, and people were going down at a snail's pace.

Master Qian was also standing there watching. The person who fell was a member of the garrison. He did not ask what happened, but just called the bailiff to come over.

If anyone needs help, they can go down and help.

Another quarter of an hour passed, and still no news came up. Only the rope was seen moving, indicating that the person was still walking down.

Lao Fan asked people to find a few ropes and selected a few people with good skills to go down and help.

The meal was ready in the kitchen, but Lao Fan did not go back.

He just politely gave way to Master Qian and said, "Master Qian, you guys go back and eat first. We will go back after we rescue the people here."

Now that Master Qian is here, there is no way he can go back halfway.

"Master Fan, let's go back together after we rescue the people. If we go back now, I will be worried and unable to eat."

As soon as these words were spoken, the people in the garrison looked at Master Qian and his companions differently.

In the past, I was on guard against them stealing the credit, but now I just look at the look in my brothers’ eyes.

Old Fan also felt comfortable and patted Master Qian's arm happily.

The yamen runners nearby looked at Master Qian with admiration. With just two words, he changed the attitude of the garrison.

Master Qian seemed not to notice their change and watched the progress below with concern.

The upturned corners of his mouth still revealed his good mood.

After waiting for a while, Lao Fan became impatient and shouted for someone to bring a rope so that he could go down and take a look himself.

The people above persuaded Lord Fan not to go down.

Finally, a voice came from below, "Sir, we are down, but we didn't see Guizi, but we found Guizi's footprints."

"Go find it quickly, it shouldn't be far away now." Beads of sweat covered Lao Fan's forehead.

Torches were lit below, and one could vaguely see what was happening below.

The few people who went down were divided into teams of two and went to look for it separately.

The second group of people who went down followed the path of the people in front of them, saving a lot of time, and also joined the search team.

I waited in the kitchen for a long time, but no one came back.

They could only carry the prepared food on their shoulders and found a flat place to eat together.

"Ah~"

Lao Fan put down his chopsticks and asked loudly, "What's wrong? What happened?"

The sounds from below were gone, and there were fewer torches.

Master Qian's expression changed and he walked to Old Fan's side.

"Master Fan, something doesn't look right down there. Call some people down to take a look."

These words touched Lao Fan's heart. The brothers in the garrison were all friends with whom he had a life-and-death relationship. He didn't want to see anything happen to any of them.

Lao Fan called his messenger and asked him to transfer five teams from the base camp.

Five teams came with weapons and torches, and went directly down along the cleared route.

Old Fan looked at the torches that were heading in other directions to look for people, and then returned to the bottom of the ditch.

I had a guess in my mind that the problem was in the southwest. After the last five teams went down, the third team went to the southwest to look for people.

The two teams lit a fire on the spot, took defensive measures, and were ready to respond at any time.

After the people from other directions came back, they reported the situation to Lord Fan and found that no one was found in the other directions.

There were no large animals at the bottom of the ditch, so Guizi must have walked there by himself.

Master Qian's face was solemn. "Master Fan, this is Erniu Mountain. Could there be bandits hiding down there?"

Old Fan became serious, "Master Qian is right, this is also possible. The team that just went down had flares on them, and they will send out a signal if something happens."

Although Lao Fan said this, he was still unsure, so he called over a number of people and asked them to bring their weapons and go down to take a look together.

Lao Fan sent someone to send a letter to Lord Li at the foot of the mountain, asking him to come up for support.

Everything today is weird, so we have to be on guard.

All the guards on the mountain began to be on alert, and the number of patrols was doubled.

Master Qian was thinking about what had happened in the past few days, reviewing whether they had missed anything.