C47

The situation was grim, but Lu Qing discovered that Yu Mingchuan didn't seem to have any of Feng Yi's worries. His beautiful eyes even flashed with a cold light.

It seemed like this guy had some shady plan to implement and might even rob his family.

Lu Qing had always felt that Yu Mingchuan wasn't a righteous gentleman. He definitely wouldn't wait to starve to death. Even if she hadn't produced the salt, this fellow still had a way to make some of it.

Just as he was checking how many grains were left, and how many were to be taken away by the Jade Gate, a voice rang out from outside the warehouse.

"Elder Feng, how much salted vegetables do you have left?"

Following the sound of armor scraping against each other, a handsome and proud looking man wearing a bright armor walked in.

"Lieutenant Wang, there are still a dozen or so pickles left. If you want them, take them all."

Feng Yi's smile was brilliant, and even the wrinkles on his face seemed to be glowing. With a cart full of salt, who would care about those pickled vegetables! If you want it, then take it!

Looking at the basket of sour pickled vegetables, Wang Jian was full of pride.

As far as he knew, there were probably only these kinds of pickled vegetables left in Riverside Canyon. All of them belonged to him now. Just by standing there and looking at them, he could see that the annoying Yu Mingchuan was gone.

However, the little brother standing next to Yu Mingchuan looked quite pleasing to the eye. His eyebrows were similar to Yu Mingchuan's, perhaps he was his relative.

"Surnamed Yu, I heard that Zhang Mao sent a group of widows to you. Seeing that you guys can't even eat the pickled vegetables, I guess you don't have much strength. How about you give them to our Yang Pass soldiers?"

Yu Mingchuan didn't even give him a look. He continued to watch as the soldiers carried the bags of food out.

Lu Qing only glanced at Wang Jian in a bored manner. Since Yu Mingchuan ignored him, this person didn't have anything to do with it. The most important thing was that this person looked very stupid, especially when compared to the tricked, unscrupulous, black-skinned evildoer.

After the food was collected, Yu Mingchuan held onto Lu Qing's hand and began to walk out. Before he even went out the door, that person called Wang Jian started to shout.

"Yu Mingchuan, I've heard that you don't get close to a woman. I don't believe it, but I believe it today!"

Wang Jian was looking at Yu Mingchuan and Lu Qing holding hands with disgust. His expression was as if he had eaten a fly and he had purposely moved out of the way to allow Yu Mingchuan and Lu Qing to pass.

"Except for one of the widows named Song Lan, you can take the rest with you. However, you have to do it according to your official position, so don't mess around."

Passing by the warehouse door, Yu Mingchuan finally said a few words to Wang Jian.

"Of course, the men of our Fallen Sun pass beg their wives as if they were thirsty. Naturally, they will not cause trouble."

Wang Jian did not expect Yu Mingchuan to agree so readily. A smile blossomed on his face.

Yu Mingchuan also smiled. After explaining to Feng Yi about the placement of Song Lan on his own, he told him to hand over the remaining widows to Wang Jian.

Feng Yi didn't understand, but he still agreed.

Afterwards, Yu Mingchuan brought Lu Qing to a small workshop. Inside the workshop, there were several peasant women knitting cloth and several craftsmen crafting leather goods.

He found the boot-maker and asked him to measure the length of Lu Qing's feet before bringing her back.

Unexpectedly, as Yu Mingchuan and his men were dragging the three oxen back to Jade Gate City, a burst of heart-wrenching cries came from behind.

"Lieutenant Yu, since I have already given it to you, how can I go to the Sun Pass? "As the saying goes, a good girl does not serve her second husband. You can't just give me up like this …"

Without even turning his head, Lu Qing could tell who it was.

Apart from Wang Qiang, no one else could do such a thing.