Quick mission: We don't make trouble

The carriage Wang Xiangdong was riding in slowly stopped outside a dense forest. Due to the rugged road ahead and the dense trees, the carriage could not go any further. Helplessly, he and two of his men disembarked, laboriously unloading some of the heavy tools from the carriage, and then, with a somewhat difficult pace, set off on foot towards their destination.

After a long journey, they finally arrived at the river bank.

At this moment, a familiar figure came into view—it was none other than Duan Kui, the county yamen official who was on guard duty. And standing next to Duan Kui was Yang Jiu!

Wang Xiangdong hurriedly walked forward with a smile and greeted Duan Kui warmly: "Brother Duan!"

A smile appeared on Duan Kui's rugged face, but his voice was so deep and rich that it sounded like the buzzing of a bee as he responded, "Hmm."

Then, Wang Xiangdong turned his gaze to Yang Jiu and asked curiously, "Xiao Jiu, why are you here too?"

Yang Jiu smiled faintly and replied, "The leader asked me to come and pick you up." He raised his hand to his lips and blew a loud whistle. Suddenly, a rustling sound broke out from the quiet woods, followed by several figures quickly emerging.

Wang Xiangdong took a closer look and realized that they were all members of the caravan, and they knew each other very well. Overjoyed, he said quickly, "That's great! We still have some tools left on the wagon. Everyone, please go over and help move them."

Hearing this, Yang Jiu waved his hand without hesitation, and the few people behind him followed him silently and walked quickly towards the direction where the carriage was parked. Not long after, all the tools were successfully moved to the riverside.

The river's water level had dropped significantly compared to before. Now, only a narrow, swiftly flowing stream remained. In any other season, given Wang Xiangdong's temperament, he might have rolled up his trousers and waded across. However, it was winter, and the icy cold water was daunting.

Yang Jiu and his companions took out the ropes they had prepared long ago. These ropes were woven from the toughest vine bark, and they looked strong and reliable.

They carefully bundled the various tools needed together, ensuring that no part would come loose or fall off.

Yang Jiu: "Brother Dong, I'll slide across the river first. After you tie up the tools, I'll have someone pull it over there."

Wang Xiangdong nodded.

Yang Jiu climbed the cable car nimbly and quickly slid to the other side, then waved desperately towards this side.

Wang Xiangdong called on everyone to slowly wrap a bundle of tools around the cableway that spanned the river. This process required extreme patience and care, because if you were not careful, the tools could slip and fall into the river.

After tying it up, Wang Xiangdong waved towards the other side, and Yang Jiu started pulling the rope.

He held onto one end of the rope tightly, while the others stood by to assist him. As he pulled slowly and steadily, the bundle of tools inched closer to the other side. With every inch of progress, everyone's nerves grew a little more tense, fearing something unexpected might happen. Fortunately, everything progressed smoothly, and the tools gradually approached the other side of the river.

After the same operation several times, the tools were successfully transported across the river, and then carried back to the camp by two people in a bundle.