As the clamor outside drew closer and closer, Bu Er and Ouyang Lin exchanged a glance.
Apparently, sometimes they had to watch the excitement even when they did not want to.
Looking at the two fellows who seemed to fear nothing more than a peaceful world, Yang Qing shook his head slightly but said nothing more.
Because Ouyang Lin had been right about one thing: some troubles could not be escaped simply by steering clear of them.
Although they still did not know what had happened outside, judging by the commotion, they were bound to get dragged into it.
After all, there was only one road. The people ahead were coming this way, while they needed to go the other way.
They were bound to run into each other.
As he was thinking this, Yang Qing heard Jiang Zhizhou, who was driving the carriage outside, say, "The road ahead is blocked."
Yang Qing paused, then said, "Let them pass first. It won't cost us much time anyway."
They were merely passing through, not making a special trip to the saltworks.
Hearing Yang Qing's words, Jiang Zhizhou understood what he intended and drove the carriage straight to the roadside to let the people coming toward them pass.
What he had not expected was that, even after he had pulled as far aside as possible, those people did not pass. Instead, they closed in around them.
Every face was hostile.
Even if Jiang Zhizhou had been utterly clueless, he would have realized that these people had come specifically for them.
But they were merely travelers passing through. Why stop them?
"Everyone in the carriage, get out."
Jiang Zhizhou watched as a burly man among those surrounding them bellowed at him.
"We're only passing through." Jiang Zhizhou sat steadily on the carriage's crossbeam,