"No, no, nothing else." The old man replied quickly and tremblingly.
"I know." After Ye Qiqi said this, he tapped his toes and flew away.
The old man felt that the dagger against his neck disappeared instantly, and he immediately breathed a sigh of relief.
After Ye Qiqi flew away from the bullock cart, she didn't leave very far. Instead, she squatted on the big tree next to the road and stared closely at the old man's every move.
The old man looked around, as if to confirm whether the person who had just threatened him had really left. Then he jumped out of the car, walked around to the board behind the bullock cart, and took a look.
The sacks placed on the cart's board were all intact except for the one containing Ye Qiqi. The rags of the sack were scattered all over the cart.
However, the old man just looked at the sack of rags with some confusion, and then looked down to see if there was any rice scattered under the car. After confirming that there was no rice leaking out, he re-counted the number of sacks on one side of the car. After confirming that it was correct, , then jumped back into the car, drove the bullock cart and continued to move forward.
Ye Qiqi watched this scene quietly, and then quietly followed the ox cart all the way to the Fourth Prince's Mansion.
At the entrance of the Fourth Prince's Mansion, a guard saw the old man coming and immediately greeted him.
"This is the rice to be delivered today. I delivered it to His Highness." After seeing the guards at the door, Lao Zhangtou jumped out of the car. After saying hello to the guards, he planned to go to the back of the car to unload the rice. Rice.
"No, no need, Lao Zhangtou, we can unload today's rice." After the guards waved their hands to Lao Zhangtou, they went to the back of the oxcart one by one.
"Huh?? Then... why are you so embarrassed? I have always been the one to move these things before." Lao Zhangtou was probably a little embarrassed and looked a little embarrassed as he said to the guards.
"It's okay, it's already so late today, and you're old. Let's rest for a while." After pretending to be polite to Lao Zhangtou, the heads of the guards began to unload the rice one by one with neat movements. Come.
But after all the rice was unloaded from the cattle cart, the guard leader frowned and said to Old Zhangtou: "Old Zhangtou, the amount of rice today seems not right, right?"
"What's wrong?" Lao Zhangtou, who was sitting on the ground resting aside, stood up immediately after hearing these words. His hands that were all around him took out a crumpled piece of paper from his arms, He handed it to the guard leader and said: "Look, this is the note sent by the people from your fourth prince's house this afternoon. It clearly says that I should send thirty bags of rice. You can count. Count, are there thirty bags of rice at the door?"
"This..." A troubled look suddenly appeared on the guard's face, "The number is indeed thirty bags... but..."
"But what?" Lao Zhang looked at the guard and asked in pursuit.
"Nothing, nothing." The guard leader waved his hand and said to Lao Zhang: "Since the rice has been delivered, you should go back first."
"Oh." Old Zhang saw that the guard leader didn't seem to want to continue talking, so he nodded and drove the bullock cart away.