Transmigrated into a seven-year-old child, my fate is in my own hands, not in the heavens.

The journey was uneventful, and we finally returned to the county government office, almost at midnight.

Song Wenjie and Zhao Lian breathed a sigh of relief. Compared to them, Magistrate Feng dared not be careless at all. After all, they were in their own county office, and he had an obligation to protect this batch of gold and silver jewelry.

If any of these gold and silver treasures were to be lost in his own county government office, he would be in a very difficult position to bear the consequences.

Fortunately, the back gate of the yamen was quite wide, allowing the carriages to drive straight in. The courtyard was also large enough that even after all dozen or so carriages had entered, there was still some space to spare.

Once relaxed, Zhao Lian began to doze off. Magistrate Feng arranged two guest rooms for Zhao Lian and Song Wenjie, and told them to go in and rest.

Zhao Lian didn't stand on ceremony anymore. She hadn't had a good night's sleep in a long time, let alone being able to lie in bed and sleep.

Song Wenjie was different. He couldn't sleep at all that night and stayed in the courtyard with dozens of imperial guards.

Knowing that everyone would be on their way the next day, Song Wenjie divided the people into two groups. One group would take a nap, while the other group would be responsible for guarding the area, taking turns every two hours.

As dawn approached, Song Wenjie finally relaxed, dozed off for a while, and when he opened his eyes again, it was already broad daylight.

Unexpectedly, he had fallen asleep. Song Wenjie quickly opened the items and checked them. He was relieved to find that nothing was missing.

Magistrate Feng had the kitchen prepare breakfast for everyone early in the morning, including steamed buns and mantou.

In addition, a lot of dry food was prepared for Song Wenjie and his men to take with them on the road.

Zhao Lian washed her face and came over, looking at Song Wenjie with disdain: "Brother, hurry up and wash your face. Look at you, you look like a beggar. Your godmother will be heartbroken when she sees you."

For the past two weeks, Song Wenjie has been eating and sleeping poorly, and hasn't had time to groom his beard. His beard is unkempt, and he looks quite haggard.

“Ahhh~”

Song Wenjie was about to say something when he opened his mouth and yawned.

"Brother, go take a nap, we still have to travel later!" Seeing that he looked like he couldn't keep his eyes open, Zhao Lian told him to go in and rest for a while.

Song Wenjie shook his head, his eyes shining: "It's nothing, a piece of cake. In the past, when we were on the march, it was common for us to go days and nights without sleep. I'll just wash my face and I'll be refreshed."

After breakfast, we packed the dry rations, checked everything on the carriage again, and put it into boxes. There were so many things that we filled more than a dozen large wooden boxes.

The box was locked with a key, sealed with a tape, covered with a black cloth, and covered with straw. Song Wenjie and his group then set off for Beijing.

Watching the group leave the county government office in a grand procession, Magistrate Feng finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Those gold and silver treasures were like a huge rock weighing on his heart, making him unable to eat or sleep. He didn't sleep at all last night; every time he closed his eyes, he dreamed that someone was coming to steal his things.

Now that they've finally been sent away safely, if anything else happens on the way, it's not his problem.

Seeing her husband's relieved expression, the county magistrate's wife, Madam Miao, asked suspiciously, "My lord, what exactly was in that carriage? You looked so nervous."

Magistrate Feng withdrew his gaze and put his arm around his wife's shoulder: "Madam, you are just a woman, don't worry about this. There are some things you're better off not knowing!"

Miao shrugged, shaking off Magistrate Feng's hand, her face full of displeasure: "Fine, I won't tell you then! I don't want to know anyway!"

Despite his usual stern demeanor, Magistrate Feng was henpecked. Seeing that Madam Miao was angry, he put on a fawning smile: "Oh dear, Madam, look how angry you are. I'll tell you, okay?"

"What? So much gold and silver jewelry!"

Hearing her husband say that the carriage was full of gold and silver jewelry, Miao became unsettled.

These are ten chests of gold and silver jewelry, worth hundreds of thousands of taels of silver.

Seeing this, Madam Miao looked surprised. Magistrate Feng quickly advised her, "Madam, it's best to keep this to yourself. Don't go around telling others, especially not to your brother, so as not to cause unnecessary trouble."

"Okay, I get it!"

Miao outwardly agreed, but inwardly she didn't think so. That afternoon, when she went back to her parents' home, the family chatted, and she mentioned it briefly.

What was said in jest was taken seriously by the listener, and little did he know that his younger brother, Miao Yingxiong, would remember it.

Miao Yingxiong was spoiled from a young age and was idle and irresponsible, frequenting brothels and casinos, accumulating a lot of gambling debts.

In recent years, relying on his brother-in-law's position as county magistrate, he has acted with even more impunity. Miao had always doted on her younger brother and had paid off some of his gambling debts for him.

Later, relying on her status as the wife of a county magistrate, she began to pay off some debts on credit.

"Sister, which way did they go?" Miao Yingxiong asked thoughtfully.

Seeing his expression, Miao knew he had his eye on these things, and quickly warned him, "Don't get any ideas. Those people are all experts, not to be trifled with. Don't let anything happen and get your brother-in-law involved too."

"Alright, elder sister, I was just asking, don't overthink it." Miao Yingxiong said this, but he had already made up his mind.

Miao Yingxiong didn't know kung fu, but he knew Fang Tiao, the strategist of Black Wind Stronghold.

Black Wind Stronghold was a den of bandits. Its leader, Luo Ba, was extremely skilled in martial arts and used to be the guard of a wealthy family.

Later, he escaped because of theft and fled to Black Wind Ridge. There, he met Fang Tiao and gathered some idle people together. They robbed people on the road every day and gradually formed Black Wind Village.

After Miao left, Miao Yingxiong rushed to Black Wind Ridge and told Fang Tiao the news.

Upon hearing the gravity of the matter, Fang Tiao immediately reported it to Luo Ba, the leader of Black Wind Stronghold.

After discussion, everyone agreed to rob the jewelry and split the proceeds 70/30: Black Wind Village would take 70%, and Miao Yingxiong would take 30%.

After discussing it, the people of Black Wind Stronghold sped up and went ahead to ambush the enemy.

Because the gold and silver jewelry was heavy, and the mountain paths were narrow and difficult to traverse, Song Wenjie and his group did not walk particularly fast.

Suddenly the road stopped ahead. Just as Song Wenjie was about to go forward to investigate, someone reported: "Sir, several large trees have fallen in the middle of the road, blocking our way."

There were indeed two large trees lying across the road, blocking the way. These two trees looked to be about 20-30 centimeters thick.

Song Wenjie frowned: "Why are there big trees on this mountain road? Could it be that someone deliberately set this up to trip us up?"

Zhao Lian also sensed that something was amiss: "Brother, something's fishy about this. We need to be careful!"

No sooner had he finished speaking than a dozen burly men wielding long knives jumped out from in front of him.

The leader had a face full of scars and a thick beard, looking fierce and menacing. This was Luo Ba, the leader of Black Wind Stronghold.

Luo Ba brandished his long sword and shouted, "This road is mine, these trees are mine. If you want to pass, leave your toll!"