The two young women rescued from the woods had been traveling by carriage. Before they were attacked, they must at least have had a driver or someone else accompanying them. Yet there was no trace of the driver in the woods, nor any corpse to be seen. He had likely left ahead of them. Now that the driver had gone home to report the matter and returned with the government office's help to rescue them, it was only to be expected.
But time had been delayed. If not for Zhang Xiaohua and the others, the girls' fate would have been miserable indeed.
Once Zhang Xiaohua had this thought, he deliberately, or seemingly without meaning to, widened the distance between himself and the carriage.
After all, anyone carrying silver freshly taken from bandits would be unwilling to see such people, even if they were righteous heroes.
Though Zhang Xiaohu did not understand Zhang Xiaohua's intentions, he gradually slowed his horse as well.
Sure enough, the two women in the carriage heard the commotion and looked up. The longer they looked, the more delighted they became. Finally, once they recognized the people clearly, neither woman cared whether her clothes were in order. Both stood atop the carriage and waved at the approaching crowd.
When the crowd drew near, they could finally see clearly. At the forefront was a government office man on horseback, a tall and sturdy figure with a saber in hand. Behind him were two white-haired old men in somewhat bright clothes, their faces brimming with joy, also mounted on horses and surrounded by three or four young men on horseback carrying Weapons. Further back came seven or eight constables on foot, along with more than ten farmers carrying rakes, sickles, and other tools.
The leading government office man had