Chapter 35

"Whoosh!"

Yang Shouwen stood up from the roadside ditch, barely suppressing the urge to vomit, and leaped out, turning into a small alley.

Leaving the Hongfu Inn, he dared not stop, fleeing out of the Peaceful Market.

It was too damn scary!

There were so many experts hidden in this Changping County, which was quite unexpected for Yang Shouwen.

He could be sure that the people at the Hongfu Inn were definitely not the ones who attacked the county office last night. If it were these people, not only would Yang Chenglie be in danger, but even Yang Molili would likely be at risk. From the brief skirmish just now, Yang Shouwen could tell that these people were not only highly skilled but also had a默契 (默契 means默契, but in this context, it means a kind of默契 or coordination) with each other, showing a well-organized approach when working together.

He could hold off against seven or eight of them.

The condition was that they didn't use arrows; otherwise, he would be in great danger.

And then there was that middle-aged man... Yang Shouwen had a gut feeling that this middle-aged man was the most terrifying presence among them.

If it came to a fight... Yang Shouwen didn't think he had a sure chance of winning.

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On his way home, he encountered a patrol team of militiamen.

Yang Shouwen didn't want to cause trouble at this moment, so he jumped into the roadside ditch without a word when he saw the militiamen.

But he didn't expect the ditch to be so foul-smelling!

Yang Shouwen, feeling nauseous, ran all the way to the back wall of the Yang residence in Fanrenli.

He climbed up the wall and jumped down.

But just as he landed, he felt something trip him, and he stumbled, almost falling to the ground.

Before he could react, a figure darted out from the dark and swung a stick at him.

"Help! There's a thief!"

A sharp, childish voice rang out.

Yang Shouwen, caught off guard, was hit on the shoulder by a stick. The blow was so powerful that it almost broke his shoulder. He grunted, exerted force with his waist, and twisted his body. Just as the second blow was about to land, he grabbed the stick, kicked the attacker, and sent the person stumbling back and falling to the ground.

However, before he could steady himself, a fragrant breeze came.

A petite figure pounced from behind, leaping onto his back.

At that moment, the light in Yang Chenglie's room turned on!

Yang Chenglie, holding a short staff, rushed out of the room, ready to attack.

"It's me, Father!"

Yang Shouwen shouted, his body trembling as he shook off the small figure and quickly moved to the center of the courtyard.

"Xizi?"

Yang Chenglie was taken aback, calling out uncertainly.

"It's me, Father."

Yang Shouwen, feeling both amused and exasperated, turned to look at the small figure, who looked like a little tiger ready to pounce.

"Qingnu, I was hiding in the ditch outside. I guess..."

"Ah!"

The small figure screamed and jumped back a considerable distance.

"Qingnu, what's wrong?"

Song Shi, holding an oil lamp, came out of the house at that moment.

At the same time, the servants in the front yard heard the commotion and ran to the back yard.

"Father, stop them."

Although Yang Chenglie didn't know what had happened, he obediently went to the back gate and blocked the servants.

Yang Shouwen, on the other hand, turned to the corner of the wall and reached out to help the person on the ground.

"Lao Song, what are you doing here?"

The person who had hit Yang Shouwen with the stick was Song An.

He had been kicked by Yang Shouwen, and it felt as if his internal organs had been scattered. He stood there, pale as paper.

"Just now, the young lady said there was some movement outside the wall.

After hearing this, I was worried about thieves, so I hid in the dark. When I saw the eldest son jump over the wall, the light was poor, and I didn't see clearly, so I rushed over and hit him. Please forgive me, eldest son."

Song An spoke fluently, with a matter-of-fact air.

But Yang Shouwen could see from his slightly upturned corners of his mouth that he had deliberately hidden there to ambush him.

"Xizi, what happened?"

By this time, Yang Chenglie had sent the servants away and returned to the back yard, noticing Song An.

Yang Qingnu, on the other hand, looked as if she had seen a ghost, constantly wriggling.

"Nothing, I went out for a while and might have startled Qingnu, so she called for Song An's help...

Qingnu, I want to tell you, I didn't mean to. I didn't expect you to be so bold and jump on me. I don't know what was in that ditch, but I felt disgusted just being in there."

"Stop talking!"

Yang Qingnu shouted, turning to Song Shi and saying, "Mother, I want to take a bath."

Song Shi's eyes flickered; how could she not see the problem?

Earlier, Yang Qingnu had said she needed to relieve herself and hadn't returned... This girl must have noticed Yang Shouwen going out and deliberately ambushed him. As for Song An, he was a loyal and dedicated person. Unfortunately, his family loyalty was too strong, and he hadn't realized that this was the Yang residence, not the Song family's.

With this in mind, Song Shi had already made up her mind.

Yang Shouwen ignored Yang Qingnu and grabbed Song An's shoulder.

"Lao Song, I didn't mean to hit you just now.

I didn't see who it was, so... Are you okay? My kick was a bit heavy. Do you need someone to look at you?"

His hand, like a steel claw, tightly gripped Song An's shoulder.

Yang Shouwen wasn't one to take things lying down. You dare to hit me, so don't blame me for being ruthless. Among the Eight Great Forms of the Vajra, there is a move called the Sparrow's Double Claw, which focuses on hand techniques, similar to the Dragon Claw of Shaolin. Under Yang Da's supervision, Yang Shouwen had practiced this technique for two years, and when he used it, he could break bones.

Song An's eyes rolled back in pain, and he wanted to shout but didn't dare.

Fortunately, Yang Shouwen showed mercy, and when he saw that it was enough, he released Song An.

Even so, Song An would need a few days to recover, and if not treated properly, his arm could be permanently damaged.

"Father, let's talk inside."

"Sure... You can talk, but go take a bath first."

For crying out loud, I need to talk about serious matters!

Yang Shouwen once again noticed Yang Chenglie's silly side and was momentarily speechless.

However, Yang Chenglie, pinching his nose and looking disgusted, wasn't exaggerating. Yang Shouwen hadn't noticed it before, but now, he could smell himself and felt nauseous.

"Alright, I'll follow you. You can talk while you wash."

Yang Chenglie realized his earlier reaction was a bit overboard and quickly added.

Different people, different fates. Yang Qingnu could take a hot bath, but it looked like he would have to rinse off at the well, which was quite frustrating.

Yang Shouwen, helpless, picked up the Dragon-Cutting Saber and went to the well in the back yard.

Song Shi sent Song An away first, placed the oil lamp next to the well, and then covered her mouth, laughing as she left.

Song Shi found this 'son' quite acceptable.

Yang Shouwen's arrival had clearly made Yang Chenglie more relaxed. From Yang Shouwen's behavior, it was clear he had no mental issues and had returned to normal. Most importantly, Yang Shouwen had shown her enough kindness upon his arrival, which made Song Shi very happy, feeling that the past decade of hard work was worth it.

Yang Shouwen's appearance just now was truly amusing!

Who could have imagined that the son of the Changping County Magistrate would hide in a stinky ditch to avoid his father's subordinates?

The night was deep.

Fog filled the courtyard.

A single oil lamp flickered in the mist, dim and bright by turns.

Yang Shouwen, completely naked, lifted a bucket of water from the well and poured it over his head.

The well water in autumn wasn't as cold as in summer, but it still made Yang Shouwen shiver, drawing a sharp breath and causing goosebumps to rise all over his body.

Yang Chenglie, holding a stack of clean clothes and a towel with soap, walked over and placed them on the nearby corridor.

"Xizi, what exactly happened?"

Yang Shouwen, shivering, lifted another bucket of water and poured it over himself. This time, it wasn't as shocking. He took the soap, lathered his head and body, and began to explain the situation to Yang Chenglie in detail.

"Those people didn't chase me, or I would have been in big trouble.

Father, there are such a group of people hiding in the city, and I think it's a serious issue."

"What do you think?"

Yang Shouwen squatted on the ground, gesturing for his father to help pour water.

Yang Chenglie walked forward, lifted the bucket, and slowly poured the water over his head.

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