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The boatmen, who had been hiding nearby, felt relieved when they saw a yamen runner disembark. They had been carefully hiding in the shadows, fearing to attract unnecessary attention, but when the yamen runner finally stepped onto solid ground, the boatmen finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Without being asked, the two of them squatted down together to help Chongsan.

Using two empty wooden barrels, the wild boar took up most of the barrel, and the fish were picked up to fill up the barrel, so most of the original things were gone.

The two boatmen carried the bucket of fish, and Chongsan carried half a bucket of wild boar meat. When they reached the small bamboo house on the embankment, they all felt a little exhausted. The two boatmen were panting with exhaustion, but there was a hint of relief on their faces.

The two fishermen put down the bucket of fish and immediately ran back to the boat. They couldn't even get the bucket back, but they felt relieved that their job was done.

After Chongsan went up, he was no longer in a hurry and had no intention of coming back immediately.

He leaned against the window of his small bamboo hut, seemingly chatting casually with his minions. The sunlight filtered through the bamboo walls and cast a mottled shadow on him.

He casually chatted with the minions while carefully observing the furnishings in the room. A table, a chair, a bed, and a nightstand—it was the standard equipment in a military 1,000-household room.

Chongsan's eyes swept across the room quickly, seemingly without a clear target, then he turned his head. He muttered to himself, a voice audible to the minions: "Things are tough over there now. Those unruly people are trying to rebel, and the checkpoints have all been removed. After returning from Jian'an County, I don't know where to go."

His voice was neither too loud nor too low, carrying a hint of helplessness and confusion. He was speaking deliberately for the little minions to hear, but to them, it might have been the true feeling in his heart.

The little minion's mind had already run to the kitchen just by looking at the two buckets of fish and meat. He already saw a sumptuous dinner in his mind, so he had no intention of going on duty and didn't care about Chongsan at all.

Chongsan also seemed to be fine. After looking at the layout of the small bamboo house, he did not stare at the minions, but turned his gaze to the boat on the river.

The river water shimmers in the sun, and the boats are stationary, like a tranquil painting.

Chongsan spoke, but the minions were reluctant to respond. After a while, they finally responded, saying, "We are also preparing to withdraw our troops. We can no longer wear our uniforms, and many of us have been sent back to the mountains."

The little minion finally withdrew his gaze, crossed his legs, and spoke in a displeased tone. There was a hint of complaint in his tone, perhaps uncertainty about his future, or perhaps dissatisfaction with his current situation.

Working here used to be easy. I could show off my power to the passing ships, order them around, and enjoy the good life with the boss. But now the good days are coming to an end!

There were very few passing ships these days, even small fishing boats, so where would the tribute come from? Thinking about the bland meals, he felt sullen. His eyes once again turned to the two barrels of food; that was his only comfort.

"Then your Jian'an County is relatively good, at least you can still support people. Now the Jiujiang County government is not doing much, and it can't control those unruly people at all. If we hadn't been sent out, we would still be eating mixed grain buns at home every day."

Chongsan touched his face again and said, "Brother, do you feel that my face is pale?" Chongsan wanted to vomit after hearing this brotherly call, but he knew he had no choice.

He forced a smile, trying to make his tone seem more approachable. The little thug finished speaking angrily, then pointed to the mountain behind him and said, "It probably won't be a few days. If you come back, you might not see us anymore."

It is said that the chief yamen runner went up to the second floor and wanted to get into the compartment at the front which had the best light and was the widest.

Ah Qi saw that the situation was not good, and hurriedly took two steps to stop him: "Sir, this is not allowed. The people living here are all officials' families. They have been instructed by the capital. If we don't serve them well, they will kill us."

Ah Qi's voice was filled with nervousness, perhaps because he was afraid of offending the official, or perhaps because he was afraid that he would lose his life. His steps were hurried, and his eyes revealed a hint of panic, trying desperately to stop the chief yamen runner's impulsiveness.

"What officials' families? The officials' families must be crazy to be running here at this time. All the officials' families in Jian'an County have packed up their things and run away, only we..." The officer spat on the ground before he finished speaking, his attitude was completely different from that on the first deck just now.

Speaking of local officials, it seemed to have touched his reverse scale. It seemed that the relationship between the officers and soldiers and the government office was not harmonious, and he seemed to be venting his anger.

"Who ran away? Is the official talking about my father? Or my mother?" A young girl's cold voice came from the compartment, and the voice became clearer and clearer, and was already heading towards the door.

Her voice, though childish, carried a sense of authority. Perhaps it was her innate nobility, or perhaps it was her anger at such disrespect. Her voice was crisp and cold, as if it came from ice and snow, sending chills down your spine.

"You are just a gatekeeper dog, yet you dare to speak nonsense here and say bad things about the imperial officials. Aren't you afraid of being beheaded?" There was another cold female voice, but it was obvious that it was not the same person who was speaking.

The yamen runner suddenly heard the two girls' Beijing accents and raised his head in fright. His face turned pale, perhaps because he was afraid that his words and actions would bring him trouble.

The little girl, dressed in a delicate pink dress and a snow-white fox-fur jacket, wore two golden butterflies on her head, gleaming brightly. The sunlight shone on her, casting a golden halo around her. She walked gracefully and unhurriedly, approaching him with a look of deep affection.

Her demeanor was noble and elegant, like a fairy from a painting. The two maids behind her were also extremely neatly and appropriately dressed, their clothes made of novel fabrics and hair accessories, and their temperaments were quite impressive, comparable to the local officials' daughters.

The head of the yamen runners knew that something was wrong, so he immediately stopped talking, bowed his head, and almost knelt down.

He apologized repeatedly, "I didn't know the young lady was here. My words were offensive. I'll leave right away, right away." There was a tremor in his voice and his movements seemed a little flustered. Perhaps he was afraid that his behavior would get him into bigger trouble, or perhaps he was afraid that the situation would suddenly get out of control.