Reclaiming Wasteland and Farming: My Haunted Fields Are Spawning Monsters Infinitely

Chapter 138 Understanding Rules and Knowing When to Advance and Retreat

Master Dingkun from the Great Brightness Sect, Master Kongxin from the White Bone Temple, and Manager Liu from the Four Seas Money Shop—a group of people led by soldiers arrived at the commander's tent.

Dugu Yan was not in the tent. Ding Kun slowly scanned the area and said, "We have come to see General Tianfu to discuss important matters."

"General, you're busy with official duties, it's the same if you tell us," Jin Wuji said with a stern face.

"Hmph, General Tianfu is getting arrogant and doesn't take us seriously," said the Hollow-Hearted Taoist.

"Who are you people? Why should I even bother with you?" Lu Botong said coldly.

"In that case, let's go." Manager Liu was the first to turn around.

Jin Wuji waved his hand, and the soldiers guarding the door immediately drew their weapons and blocked his way.

"What kind of place is this? Is it a place you can come and go as you please?" Jin Wuji said.

"Please do not be angry, please do not be angry."

Dingkun then spoke up, stopping Manager Liu and the Hollow Taoist.

Then he said to Jin Wuji, "Generals, please invite General Tianfu out. We are here to help General Tianfu resolve his troubles."

"Heh, what trouble could the general possibly have?" Jin Wuji said dismissively.

Ding Kun slowly uttered three words: "Huai Shu Po".

The four of them paused, their gazes simultaneously falling on Ding Kun.

"How is this trouble for us?" Jin Wuji said.

"The master of Huai Shu Po is known for his arrogance and disdain for everyone. His act of privately providing relief to the disaster victims reveals his rebellious intentions. As a newcomer to the capital, General, such a person is certainly not to be tolerated. However, eliminating him might cause some trouble for you," Ding Kun said. "We are willing to serve you, General."

What do you want?

Before Jin Wuji could speak, Dugu Yan's voice rang out from behind the screen.

Her tall figure emerged from behind the screen, and Jin Wuji and the other three immediately rose from their seats to make way for her.

"Greetings, General Tianfu." Dingkun and the others immediately bowed.

Dugu Yan sat down behind the desk, the chair creaking as she spoke: "Continue."

Dingkun smiled and said, "We don't want much; we just need to preach in the north."

"We know the rules and how to behave. We will never make things difficult for the general again," said the portly shopkeeper, Liu.

Dugu Yan's gaze slowly swept over them.

The Great Brightness Sect has many disciples, spread throughout the provinces of the north and south.

The White Bone Temple practices methods for seeking life amidst death, and its greatest pleasure is dealing with the souls of the dead.

Sihai Money Exchange was a very large business, with goods flowing between the north, south, east, and west. It did business with both the living and the dead.

There's no one here who's easy to deal with, but they're right.

These people know the rules and won't cause trouble.

"In that case, I'll leave this matter to you."

"7

"Thank you, General Tianfu!"

"General, there are still many refugees at Huai Shu Po, at least tens of thousands," Jin Wuji said. "If this isn't handled properly, I'm afraid it will—"

"Since that's the case, then kill them all." Dugu Yan stood up, hands on her hips, her figure as imposing as a mountain.

The group moved forward quietly, and before they knew it, they had surrounded the locust tree slope.

Day .

morning.

The refugees emerged one after another from their dugouts, and when they looked up, their lingering sleepiness vanished instantly.

The soldiers, fully armed and carrying the standard swords of the Great Yan Dynasty, blocked all the major roads leading to Huai Shu Po.

"What's going on?"

"What are they trying to do?"

Qin Afu and Wang Suanpan discussed it for a while and finally decided to send a few people over to take a look and find out what was going on.

Before long, the men who had been sent out returned, only to find themselves beaten black and blue.

"Why did they hit people?" Qin Afu asked.

"They said that officers and soldiers don't need to consult with us when they do things, and it's not our place to ask them questions," said a square-faced refugee.

"They also said that if you want to leave, hurry up and leave, you only have one day, and by tomorrow you won't be able to leave even if you want to."

As soon as these words were spoken, the refugees in front of the door were filled with panic.

"I'll go and report to the master, and let him make a decision," Qin Afu said.

Wang Suanpan grabbed his wrist and said, "Old Qin, you can't get so close to the master. He's probably going to get into trouble."

"

"Something happened?"

"Can't you see? The soldiers surrounded Huai Shu Po overnight, allowing people to leave but not enter, which means they are preparing to take action here."

Why did they attack the master?

"What else could it be? He's just getting in the way of some people. He's a commoner, and the imperial court doesn't even provide relief, but he insists on doing so. Isn't that just asking for trouble?"

"Is there something wrong with providing food relief? Are we all supposed to die?"

"Old Qin, don't be so stubborn. Let me give you some advice: come with me. Spring is coming soon, and once it arrives, we'll be able to survive."

"But without the master's mercy, will we be able to survive this winter?"

"Don't glare at me. I'm saying this for your own good. If you want, you can stay here and die with him."

But what's the point of dying alongside him?

Having said that, Wang Suanpan ignored Qin Afu and began packing his things.

Qin Afu glanced around and saw that many refugees nearby had begun packing their bags, trying their best to stuff in as many mushrooms as possible.

"What does this have to do with us? We're not eating his food for nothing."

"That piece of wood was so heavy, it wore my hands raw."

"I told you long ago, this isn't a good place."

With a heavy heart, Qin Afu turned and walked towards the village gate.

Outside the earthen house, he recounted the events.

"So what if they surround it? It's no big deal. I'll be leaving tomorrow." Li Qingshan's tone was very relaxed.

"But many people have left."

"Go ahead and leave, it has nothing to do with me."

"This—" Qin Afu didn't know what to say for a moment.

"Aren't you leaving?" Li Qingshan asked.

Qin Afu immediately raised his head: "My life was saved by you, sir, and I am willing to live and die with you."

"You saved your own life, it has little to do with me," Li Qingshan said. "But since you're willing to stay here, you probably won't die so easily in the future."

Qin Afu nodded heavily. The old man's tone was relaxed, so it seemed that there shouldn't be any major problems.

He walked back, now with his head held high and his chest out.

By this time, Wang Suanpan had already packed his things, followed by a large group of refugees.

Qin Afu did not stop anyone, and overnight, only two or three thousand refugees remained in front of his door.

Many dugouts and embers of fire remained where they were, creating a chaotic scene.

Jin Wuji and Lu Botong, hiding in the shadows, breathed a sigh of relief upon witnessing this scene.

"Sure enough, they left after being scared. I thought they were going to go on a killing spree."

Lu Botong, standing nearby, said, "The Great Brightness Cult is already preparing to take action. Let's avoid doing this dirty work if we can."

Inside the earthen house, Old Zhang was lying on the table, his face ruddy, his breathing steady, and the rise and fall of his chest and abdomen becoming increasingly powerful.

Li Qingshan nodded gently. He would be able to come back to life on the last day.