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"If there really were a pack of wolves, no one would be able to escape." Yanshu jumped back onto the shaft, leaned against the shed, and closed his eyes to rest. His feet dangled, his expression carefree and nonchalant. But deep down, he knew perfectly well that if they really encountered a pack of wolves, none of the three of them would survive.

However, he still reminded, "If a few piles of firewood continue to burn until dawn, maybe you can still survive." He was exhausted, and even with a big knife across his neck, he didn't want to pick up firewood anymore.

When Chu Xuan heard Yanshu's words, he couldn't help but feel a little worried.

He wasn't a ruthless person. He'd learned all the things about visiting brothels and doting on concubines over his wife from his father. But he was actually a soft-hearted, henpecked man, who had only ever been henpecked by his mother and Xiao Liu. After Old Liu's death and Xiao Liu's disfigurement, he had no choice but to obey his father's orders.

Rebellion was something that shouldn't have happened to him, but he got dragged into it without knowing why. Now, he just wanted to find a safe place to hide and wait for the storm to blow over.

At this time, Chu Xuan was really worried that Yanshu would escape.

Rather than running around like this, Yanshu knew he would have no future. Even if he became a runaway slave, one person could feed the whole family, and if he was caught, the most he would get is a beating and then be sold again.

However, if Yanshu really left, it would be the end of both father and son.

"Hurry up! If you don't want to die, go collect firewood with Dad." Chu Xuan had no choice but to bite the bullet and yell at Fu Ge'er. He had to solve the current predicament first. Only then could he consider what to do next.

Although Fu Ge'er was reluctant, he didn't want to die in this desolate mountain.

He reluctantly got off the carriage, looking at the vast expanse of snow around him, his heart full of complaints. Every time he picked up a piece of firewood, he turned back to glare at Yanshu, who was sitting on the shaft as if nothing had happened, and whispered viciously, "One day, I'm going to kill you."

Although his voice was small, it was full of resentment. He didn't feel that they were the ones who had implicated Yanshu, and he wanted to vent all his dissatisfaction on Yanshu.

Yanshu stared at the father and son, his lips slightly raised in a disdainful smile.

He had already made up his mind. If only one or two wolves came, it would be fine. But if a pack of wolves really appeared, he would definitely abandon the car and the father and son to protect himself.

As for the future, let's talk about it later! Maybe I can come back and empty the banknotes that my master has sewn into his clothes.

But they never expected that the three bonfires they lit, which were originally intended to dispel the threat of jackals, would accidentally attract bandits from Yelang Mountain.

Yelang Mountain, with its high mountains, dense forests and rugged terrain, was governed by chieftains appointed by the Daqing Dynasty. These chieftains were not ordinary bandits, but were specially appointed by the Daqing Dynasty to stabilize those barbaric and unruly ethnic groups.

They were in charge of a large area around Yelang Mountain. The leader could inherit the throne and even call himself king. Even if he bullied men and women, exploited the people, and robbed houses, no one dared to interfere.

This land became their independent kingdom, and the government's laws seemed powerless here.

The three were tied up and taken up the mountain. At this time, except for Yanshu who was on guard, Chu Xuan and Fu Ge'er were tied up and didn't understand what was going on.

When Fu Ge'er was tied up, he was still confused and struggling desperately, shouting, "Let me go, I'm not the sinner, my father is."

He thought that their whereabouts were discovered and they were arrested by the government. In order to protect himself, he spoke eloquently and even pointed the finger at Chu Xuan.

Chu Xuan was already irritated and frightened by being tied up. Hearing Fu Ge'er's words, his face turned livid. He wished he could break free and give Fu Ge'er a good beating. But at this moment, he could only look at Fu Ge'er helplessly. He turned around and kicked him hard, secretly cursing him in his heart as a brainless person, just like his ugly concubine.

When the bandits appeared, Chu Xuan tried to sober up as quickly as possible. The people who had captured them were dressed strangely and didn't look like government officials, but he still had some grudges.

If the government had captured them, they could at least have returned to the capital alive. But if they were kidnapped by bandits, not only would they lose their banknotes, but they would also likely be forced to remain bandits for the rest of their lives, even if they didn't die.

Chu Xuan's heart sank when he thought of this. He originally thought that since he had escaped here, as long as he could find a place to stay, he could live a peaceful life. He didn't expect to end up like this.

"Shut up!" If Chu Xuan hadn't been tied up at this moment, he really wanted to strangle Fu Ge'er to death. Fu Ge'er was still mumbling there, not realizing that his words had angered his father.

The surrounding bandits burst into laughter when they heard Fu Ge'er's words. One of them pushed Fu Ge'er hard, cursing, "Haha! Did you hear that? Sinner! We might have caught a big fish. If we send it to the authorities, we might even get a reward."

As he spoke, he gave Fu Ge'er a hard push and said, "You're quite talkative, kid. Tell the truth when you get to our boss later."

"The boss will be happy."

One of the bandits was also happy to hear this, "If you reward us with some braised meat and two pots of wine, at least we can still keep warm. It's so cold today that the cold wind seeps into our bones when we sleep." He rubbed his hands as he spoke, with the warm braised meat and wine on his mind.

Another bandit snorted and said, "You wish. If you want to stay warm, you have to put in some effort and let the young lady hold you in her arms to sleep. That way you can have both wine and meat." As soon as he finished speaking, the people around him burst into laughter.

"Yelang Mountain, Yelang Mountain, why did it rebel? Only the eldest daughter becomes a bride every night?" An ugly middle-aged man with yellow teeth began to speak nonsense.

He whispered something into the other man's ear and made a hand gesture of scratching hard. Then they both laughed, their voices and movements were so obscene that it made people want to vomit.

There were not many lights on the mountain, only sporadic fires flickering in the night.

The three were pushed into a woodshed. They heard someone locking the door from the outside, and then there was no sound.

The woodshed was pitch black, with only the occasional rustling of firewood. Yanshu pressed his face against the crack in the door, peered out, and shook his head in disappointment. "There are two people guarding outside."

He whispered, a hint of helplessness in his voice. He stepped back, not looking at Chu Xuan and his son, but closing his eyes and pretending to sleep.

In fact, he had a chance to escape. When he saw that there were more than a dozen people rushing towards their carriage, and some of them were very skilled, he hesitated.

Thinking that he didn't have much silver on him, even if he ran away, he would have to get some money from the prince so that his future life would be guaranteed.

Who knew that after a moment of hesitation, he was tied up by the bandits.

Now, he could only regret secretly, but it was too late to regret. He could only hope that things would take a turn for the better and give him a chance to escape.