Chapter Seven Each Does His Own Thing

  "Then let's go!"

  Since the excuse of being possessed was valid, Yang Meng didn't hide anything anymore. After finishing what he had to do, he also needed to get familiar with his body and the era he currently lived in.

  "Third Master, wait a bit before leaving, I'll go get you a sedan chair."

  Yang Meng was about to take a step forward when he was stopped by Old Ding. "This old man has just been injured, don't tire yourself out again," he said, "or it won't be easy to explain things when you get back."

  "Then get me a horse to ride."

  Old Ding brought a group of people, all riding horses, and Yang Meng rode one too.

  "You're just wounded, but you can't ride a horse!"

  Yang Meng's words startled Ding Baojun, this master can't ride a Yunnan horse, his own three masters have a big temper and are heavy, ordinary Yunnan horses can't carry him at all, and it's easy to scare the horse, two years ago he rode once and fell off, after that he never rode a horse again, the injury on the back of his head is still there, what if he falls off again?

  "Off you go!"

  Think about my build and look at those short horses. It would be a strain for them to carry me, I'd better walk!

  "Third Master! We're carrying you!"

  Those poor men spoke up, wearing thick cotton-padded jackets, a pair of rawhide boots, and having a meal that could fill their bellies. These things they might not be able to afford even after working for one or two years. It was time for Third Master Ren to show his kindness.

  "Alright! That's it."

  Yang Meng did not refuse, now finding a talent is the main thing. Looking at the momentum of Yi Liang Dian Shi, there are many twists and turns in it. It's better to get things done first, and other things will be easy to say.

  Four people carried a stretcher, with Yang Meng, who was as big as a bear, on it. The load was too heavy, and the bamboo poles were as thick as wrists. Along the way, they creaked and groaned, making Ding Baojun's heart tremble with fear, so he slapped this guy.

  From treating injuries to searching for people, it took a lot of time. After leaving Yiliang County, the sky gradually darkened. Just in the dim light, Yang Meng saw something that shocked him.

  Outside the county town, on the open land, almost all were thatched cottages, with only a few decent grass houses. One by one, thin figures wandered between light and darkness, unlike the freshness of the county town, this place was like a ghostly lair.

  A gust of wind blew by, and a stench like rotting corpses wafted over from the direction of the huts. Were these refugees? As they left the county town behind, the sliding became more and more treacherous. A group of poor laborers trudged through the mud, their feet sinking in deep and shallow, as they struggled to keep their sleds stable despite their best efforts.

  "Halt!"

  Yang Meng couldn't take it anymore, the injury on the back of his head, plus the shaking along the way, made him a bit dizzy, if he continued to shake like this, the good new life might be shaken off.

  "Third Master! What's wrong?"

  Although the light was somewhat insufficient, Ding Baojun's one eye could clearly see Yang Meng's facial expression.

  "It's dazzling, Uncle Ting! What's with these shanties?"

  With both feet on the ground, he took a deep breath and asked casually about the thatched hut.

  "This one! The village outside the city, it's everywhere."

  Seeing Yang Meng's face regain its rosiness, Ding Baojun also let out a sigh of relief. It seemed that he had just been dazed for a moment and was fine.

  Yang Meng refused the bitter men's request to continue carrying him, and instead started following the horse team on foot, wearing iron-studded leather boots, which became a good thing. Although the road was muddy and slippery, Yang Meng walked extremely steadily.

  In order to take care of Yang Meng, Ding Baojun deliberately slowed down the team's speed. As they marched on foot, Yang Meng's thoughts became increasingly heavy.

  The sky had darkened, and it was time to eat, but the smoke from cooking in the large number of huts outside the city was sparse. Because the village officials had passed by, many people in the village came out to watch the excitement. Those gaunt faces with tattered clothes made Yang Meng's heart ache, not for anything else, but because of their skin color and hair color being the same as his.

  Yang Meng's heart was heavy, while Yi Liang from the top to the bottom of the history books, all wanted to hurry up and finish, from dusk to black night, a somewhat dilapidated Taoist temple became the destination of this group of people.

  First, the bailiffs came, then the Yang family's knife hands. They searched the Taoist temple and indeed found a den of evil. Inside, they found over a hundred men and women tied up, but not a single human trafficker was caught. It seems that what Yi Liang Dian Shi said is true - they had fled in advance.

  "Third Master, what's next?"

  Since San Ye has opened up, he should be allowed to practice more. Anyway, the black den has been found, and these kidnapped people have been released. Ding Baojun should also take San Ye back to Kunming overnight.

  "Go up and take a look, is your family inside?"

  A group of kidnapped people, in the Taoist temple, formed a square array, each county government clerk was recording their place of origin, and several torches were also lit up in the temple, following the light, Yang Meng took a look at these kidnapped people.

  These people are mostly children and women, it seems that these human traffickers have also taken a dirty route.

  To see off the Yang family's evil spirit, Yiliang County also took out its efficiency. Yang Meng estimated that it would only take about 20-30 minutes, and a young clerk came to report the situation to him.

  "Third Master! In this Taoist temple, there are a total of 184 people who have been kidnapped and brought here. Seventy of them are male children, and the rest are female children and women with some beauty. Most of these people are from nearby villages, so it's just a matter of releasing them to return home. There are also over ten people without a registered residence, who need to be taken away and handed over to the authorities."

  This little book official was eloquent and articulate, and Yang Meng also understood what he said. The matter ended here, and it wasn't good for him to dig up his ancestors' graves as soon as he arrived.

  "Have those tens of poor men's families been found?"

  "Returning to San Ye's words, I found it! However, Hui Hui Ma Qinghu has no registered residence, and needs to be sent to the officials with those who have no registered residence."

  This little book has a story to tell! Pointing out Ma Qinghu, could there be hidden circumstances here?

  "Uncle Ding, have someone arrange for those poor fellows to be settled in, and that will fulfill my wish. Let's head back to the county yamen now!"

  As for the hint of that little official, Yang Meng did not pay attention to it, but instead let Ding Baojun first arrange those bitter men, gave each a small amount of money and sent them to the Yang family's farm in Yiliang.

  The remaining people with a place of origin were also given some silver by Yang Meng and let them disperse on their own.

  It all ended here, with hundreds of people returning to the county government office along the original road. The team had lost dozens of bitter men, but gained more than a dozen women.

  Yang Meng quietly followed the team, not saying a word. The little book officer who had secretly hinted to himself had just been slapped by Dian Shi in secret, and Yang Meng saw all of this, but it was not yet time for him to make a move.

  Back at the county government office, Yi Liang County Magistrate Jiang Yuanji was also waiting at the gate. Fortunately, this matter was resolved satisfactorily, and after sending off the Yang family's plague god, he could also gain some credit for his political achievements.

  "Master Ding! Things are done, let's stay in Yiliang for the night! It's not good to rush on the road when it gets dark."

  Jiang Yuange pretended to persuade him to stay, while Ding Baoren insisted on returning to Kunming that night, his elder brother was still at home worrying about him.

  "Leave? No hurry, where's Ma Qinghu, I want to take him back to Kunming, where is he?"

  Yang Meng's words immediately quieted the noisy entrance of the government office, and Yi Liang Dian Shi glared at the small book official with a fierce gaze, just about to respond when Yang Meng preempted him.

  "Lord Jiang, that little clerk is quite good. I'm just short of a follower, can you spare him?"

  Pointing at the small book official who had just given himself a hint, Yang Meng blocked Yiliang Dianshi's words.

  "Come here, report your name, are you willing to follow San Ye?"

  Jiang Yuangui didn't care about those things, there were many book officials who were good, since Yang Sanlang wanted them, any number would do.

  "Student Cen Yu Ying, willing!"

  This little book official is also afraid of revenge from Dian Shi's lord. The Yang family in Kunming is a big tree, and it may be able to make oneself go further.

  "And those without a hometown, Master Jiang will arrange one for them. I see they are all women, just right to take back and serve at home."

  Yang Meng followed the words on TV and got into a fight with Jiang Yuanji.

  "Alright! This is even better, come on! Give those people their nationality."

  As long as we can get rid of the plague god quickly, let's just go through the formalities! After all, it's just a matter of waving a pen.

  Yang Meng made his move at this time, but it changed the face of Yi Liang Dian Shi to 'hiss', unexpectedly his own small abacus was messed up by someone, it seems that Yi Liang is not good to stay.

  If you play with Yang's family like this, the one-eyed eagle hunter will probably take revenge. It's better to plan a way out early on.

  Things have come full circle here, under Ding Baojun's arrangement, Yang Meng got on the double-horse sedan chair, and the Yang family set off on the road back to Kunming with more than a dozen people who had just registered their household.

  "Halt!"

  Not long after leaving Yiliang County, Yang Meng shouted to stop the horse team and struggled out of the sedan chair. This thing is not much better than a slide, it's dizzying.

  "Third Master, what's wrong?"

  Ding Baojun is now concerned about Yang Lao San. It's easy to get started, but can't have any more problems.

  "Bring over those people who were kidnapped and ask if they have any relatives in Yiliang. If they do, let them be sent back."

  Yiliang Dianshi was deceiving himself, there must be something fishy going on. Now that they were out of Yiliang County, Yang Meng decided to take a look and see what it was all about, so as not to be secretly plotted against by Yiliang Dianshi.

  "A group of girls and several women were brought up, and as soon as he saw their faces, Yang Meng fully understood."

  It's hard to see clearly at night, but the first few look pretty good. These must be valuable goods that human traffickers don't want to let go of. Yiliang Dianshi just gave himself a sly wink.

  Ding Baojun asked someone to ask, except for a little girl and a woman, the others were all local people from Yiliang. They were sent away with silver money by the person in charge of sending them off. The remaining two people are now under San Ye's care.

  "Third Master, there are still two left without a place to go, you see..."

  "Let me see."

  Yang's knife hand raised the torch towards the two women, and Yang Meng couldn't help but feel a little uneasy.

  What a great beauty, what a lovely loli.

  Apart from this, there's nothing else in my mind. If I hadn't lost control of myself back then, would I have ended up in prison? My blood is boiling and the injury on the back of my head, which had just started to feel a little better, is now throbbing with pain again.

  "Headache!"

  To cover up his embarrassment, Yang Meng shouted loudly, which naturally frightened Old Ding. He quickly spread out a felt mat on the ground and asked Yang Meng to sit down. After bustling about for a while, Yang Meng's momentary loss of composure was also covered up.

  Sitting on the ground, by the firelight, Yang Meng carefully looked at the two extreme products, that babe was quite tall, about 1.7 meters! Healthy skin, in the firelight, had a subtle sheen to it.

  That little one is even more lovely, like a rare and exquisite orchid in a secluded valley. At such a young age, she's already so captivating, if she grows up...

  This body is full of vigor, although it's injured, the wound is on the back of the head and doesn't affect other things. Yang Meng, sitting on the felt mat, used a lot of effort but couldn't calm down his little brother. Fortunately, his clothes were loose, or else he would have been exposed.