There was no shortage of food on the way to escape, and the lucky lady was busy farming.

The two people stood up after hearing the sound and looked outside. They saw a group of people running in aggressively with wooden sticks, smashing and looting the Yang Mansion.

After Yang Mansion was imprisoned last time, there were not many servants left. After the snow disaster, they only took in some victims to work, and there were not many strong men. At this time, they were outnumbered, and they were all knocked to the ground.

Several people controlled the servants, turned around and rushed into each room. They rushed to Yang Mingli's side. As soon as they opened the door, they ran into a machete.

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"The people outside are too cruel, what should I do?"

Song Rutang looked at the group of people fighting fiercely outside, showing a scared look.

I went to the mall to look around and found some narcotics. I was just about to buy it when I heard Yang Mingli’s voice from above:
"Go and take down the machete from the desk behind the screen. Kill whoever comes in."

"I'm afraid. It's not polite to say anything about killing, right?"

Song Rutang pretended to shrink.

Yang Mingli looked down at her and saw that although she looked panicked, her eyes were firm. There was no trace of fear at all.
He chuckled lightly, without breaking through Song Rutang's disguise, and said seriously:

"The laws of our court stipulate that those who forcefully break into people's homes can fight back to protect themselves. You are not guilty of killing them. If they don't die, we will die."

Song Rutang nodded.

That group of people didn't kill the servants just because the servants were also innocent people and had no sympathy for a merchant family like theirs. They were so greedy that they didn't care about human life.

He opened the door with a machete and ran into a group of people who were about to rush in. Both parties were a little stunned.

Song Rutang picked up the machete and held it in front of him, his eyes full of coldness.

She was really not stupid enough to kill someone. If she did kill someone, even if the law acquitted her, she would be infamy for ever because of the people in the county's crusade.

Carrying a machete shocked many people. When everyone saw that the machete in her hand was as long as a man's arm, the blade was sharp and shining brightly, they all took a few steps back.

"Why, do you think my Yang family is easy to bully?"

Yang Mingli walked forward slowly with a cane and stood in front of Song Rutang. Although he did not hold a weapon, his aura was three points stronger than that of Song Rutang who was holding a machete.

Everyone looked at each other, and after a brief silence, they all pointed at Yang Mingli and spoke:

"You, the Yang family, have chopped so much firewood, but now the mountains are blocked by heavy snow, and every house is freezing to death. Even if you take out some firewood to save us, we won't come knocking on your door!"

Yang Mingli sneered and said:

"Although I don't have to leave my house, I know the situation outside very clearly. The Yang family spread the news a few days ago. Regardless of refugees or ordinary people, as long as the firewood at home is not enough to keep out the cold and their lives are threatened by the severe cold, they can Firewood is obtained by labor.”

He glanced at everyone, and the corners of his lips curled up mockingly:

"Why, do you think you can get firewood without doing anything? There is no such truth anywhere in the world. I won't argue with you about how you smashed up the Yang family today. You should know better and get out of here. Otherwise, I'll give it to you one by one. Catch him and send him to jail."

Seeing everyone's hesitation, Song Rutang spoke from behind at the right time:

"These things you smashed, regardless of the decorations, even the doors, windows, tables and chairs are made of agarwood carvings. The Yang family considered themselves unlucky and paid for the shortfall out of their own pockets. If you want firewood, just rely on workmanship to exchange it. What happened to the thing?"

"Why should firewood be exchanged for work!"

One person was not convinced, waved his hand and cursed angrily at Song Rutang:
"What do you, a little lady, know? You are from a wealthy family. Don't you know that this firewood should be given to us? Why do you need us to work to give us firewood?"

"It is! It is!"

"Your Yang family is about to collapse. Give us some firewood so that we can help you when you are in trouble."

"That's right, after you have done this, who will be willing to help you in the future? Let's go drink the northwest wind as a family!" The shouts and shouts started one after another. Song Rutang was so noisy that his ears hurt. He put a machete on the ground and raised his voice. :
"Who wants firewood? One hand is exchanged for a bundle of firewood. If you want firewood, come here and leave your hands and feet. The Yang family will give you firewood!"

Everyone saw that Song Rutang's expression didn't look like he was faking it. Just when he opened his mouth to speak, they heard Yang Mingli's leisurely voice:

"It's so cheap for them. It takes two hands to exchange for a bundle of firewood, and one hand is not enough for our livestock and dogs."

Boy, this is crazier than them.

The group of people were stunned for a moment, looking at each other for a while, no one dared to act rashly.

"Run! If you don't run, are you waiting to have your hands and feet cut off?"

One person stood up first and shouted, then rushed out.

As soon as the others saw the leader, they also started to run out.

Only then did Song Rutang put away the knife.

"The knife in your hand is a truly rare item. It was left behind by my great-great-great-grandfather. He bought it from a descendant of the then general who killed countless enemies with this knife. Now this knife is worth a fortune."

Song Rutang was so frightened that her hands shook, and she quickly picked up the knife and put it away, not daring to put it on the ground.

I was just shocked, but also a little confused:

"With such a precious thing, why not buy it to use the money?"

"This is a murder weapon, and it is also the cause of war. Today's Holy Emperor believes in the ways of gods and Buddhas. If this thing is sold, the officials will not be blamed."

Song Rutang nodded, followed Yang Mingli into the house, and respectfully put the machete back in its place.

Several servants were cleaning the yard outside, and a few couldn't hold it back and came to say goodbye to Yang Mingli.

"Third Master, please give us your monthly salary. We are really embarrassed to take on this important task."

Yang Mingli nodded and asked someone to bring them a small amount of firewood.

After all, after this incident, the servants also knew the danger, so it was understandable to leave at this time.

As for the remaining servants, they were naturally given more supplies as compensation and to give them peace of mind.

The two discussed the matter of chili peppers for a long time. Song Rutang got the approval, and finally returned to the house with the chili peppers in her arms, and began to prepare the hot and sour noodles.

I can't make chili noodles yet. It's very cold and snowing right now. It's impossible to dry the chili peppers in the sun, but I can still make them with hot and sour noodles.

In the first step, Song Rutang went to find a lot of sweet potatoes.

The Yang family still had a lot of inventory. When she went to the backyard to get sweet potatoes, the donkey behind her gave her a resentful look.

It seems to be saying: Why haven't you come to see me for so long?

Song Rutang touched its head to express comfort and took out a lot of sweet potatoes.

Sweet potato noodles are easy to make. The sweet potatoes are thickened, and after a complicated process, slender noodles are made.

Song Rutang boiled water and put the vermicelli in the pot.