Would I Be a Tree That Breaks Its Word?

The old poplar tree snorted coldly and said:

"Back then, the chieftain gave me that treasure, repeatedly instructing me to make sure it was handed over to his family."

Am I that tree that broke its promise?

The Old Scholar Tree looked at it with a half-smile and said, "Well, you are quite a man of your word!"

The old poplar tree roared, "Of course! We poplar trees have always kept our word and valued our promises above all else!"

The Old Scholar Tree smiled and said, "So you mean these treasures are right under your tree?"

The old poplar tree looked at it warily and asked, "What do you want?"

The Old Scholar Tree chuckled and said:

"We don't care about anything else; our purpose in coming here is simply to find this treasure."

Since it's here, are you going to hand it over, or should I take it?

The old poplar tree said loudly:

"I will not let you have it, I will never tell you that it is to my east."

I will never tell you, it's right under that little poplar tree.

The little poplar tree looked at it with a pitiful expression and said, "Old Ancestor, what do you mean by this? Do you want to tell me or not?"

The old poplar tree coughed and said:

"You idiot, people can walk, do you know what that means?"

He can make us do whatever he wants. Hurry up and move out; give them the treasure.

The Old Scholar Tree chuckled.

"Old ginger is indeed spicier, don't worry! As long as you hand over the treasure, we won't do anything to you."

If you're willing to come home with us, we can take you in.

After all, we still need many like-minded people—oops, pshaw! Like-minded people, tree-like.

Zhou Wanwan was indeed short of trees, because after settling things in Peerless City, she still needed to find Noble Consort Ning's other mines.

Noble Consort Ning is indeed a woman of skill.

She now controls the entire government; she's incredibly wealthy.

If we don't take advantage of this opportunity, who will we take advantage of?

Moreover, Noble Consort Ning has already discovered the existence of her mountain stronghold; sooner or later, they will be enemies.

Naturally, we should act early and try to squeeze out as much profit as possible.

The old poplar tree was naturally willing:

"We trees will do whatever you tell us to do. We are very obedient and will absolutely obey orders."

And look at our muscles, how strong, how powerful they are.

The Old Scholar Tree rolled its eyes and said, "Alright, alright, getting the treasure out is the priority."

Zhou Wanwan replenished their energy, and the old poplar tree pulled the wooden boxes out of the ground.

With a flick of the Old Scholar Tree's roots, the wooden box lid slammed heavily to the ground, and the box full of sheepskin scrolls scattered out with a rustling sound.

Zhou Wanwan squatted down and carefully examined the parchment scrolls, saying:

"This bandit's hoarding habits are indeed peculiar; he has real gold and silver but doesn't hoard them."

Instead, they've hidden a counterfeit set of sheepskin scrolls. What on earth is going on here?

She thought they were gold and silver jewelry, but they turned out to be all parchment scrolls.

The Old Scholar Tree tree root coiled around a small sandalwood box, saying, "There's a box of gold inside; I've checked the rest, they're all parchment scrolls."

Zhou Wanwan unwrapped the parchment scrolls, she discovered that some of them depicted hidden landmarks of the Northern Desert Gobi Desert.

The dangerous places such as the Withered Bones Cliff and the Reclining Sand Spring are marked in red ink, and the coordinates of the gold buried by the defeated army of the previous dynasty are written in small characters next to them.

Some are engraved with the direction of the mineral veins, with lines outlining saltpeter, copper ore, and rare frozen jade ore in Mobei, and even the thickness of the mineral layer and the difficulty of mining are noted in detail.

Others are compilations of trade route secrets and rumors of scattered treasures.

It records clues about past caravan disappearances, tribal secrets, and shipwrecks on ancient roads, each accompanied by annotations on its authenticity based on the personal investigations of bandits.

It's clear that this bandit was not just a reckless thug who knew only how to plunder; he had spent half his life traversing the Mobei.

They sealed every word and stroke of the discovered treasure troves and underground mineral deposits into these parchment scrolls, preserving them as their family heirloom.

Zhou Wanwan casually rolled up a mineral deposit map, her eyes brightening slightly:

"These are worth far more than gold and silver; we've found some real treasures."

No wonder this bandit was so poor; he had spent all his money on the journey.

How much manpower and resources are needed to acquire these mineral resources?

However, even if he were to give these things to his descendants, those fools would certainly never find them.

It would be safer to give it to me.

The Old Scholar Tree carefully put away the parchment scrolls and said, "Wanwan, let's go back now!"

Zhou Wanwan nodded. Just as the Old Scholar Tree carried her to the inn, she saw the shopkeeper from the shop across the street arrive again.

He was incredibly envious; this restaurant was packed with customers, doing much better business than his previous one.

He said angrily:

Smash everything in this restaurant!

If you make me unhappy, you won't have it easy either. Let me tell you, my daughter is now the city lord's wife.

"Or there's another way, which is to give me this restaurant."

Zhou Wanwan had just returned when she heard this old man declaring war.

Zhou Wanwan saw him behind the restaurant and had the Old Scholar Tree sweep him directly into the woods.

The Old Scholar Tree was incredibly fast; before the old man could even react, he was stuffed into a huge cloth bag.

He struggled desperately, saying:

"Who are you? I am the city lord's father-in-law! How dare you hit me?"

Believe it or not, I'll tell the city lord, and you'll all die without a burial place.

Zhou Wanwan scoffed coldly, "Beat him! Beat him to death! I've disliked this old man for a long time. Why did he have to open a black market shop?"

"Who? Who is speaking?"

Unfortunately, no one responded to him, and then he felt countless tentacles attacking him relentlessly.

His screams of agony were deafening.

"Don't hit my face, don't hit my face, don't hit my butt, don't hit my butt! Ah, my breasts!"

My head, my head, I was wrong, I was wrong, I have silver, I have silver in my pocket.

Please, please let me go!

Zhou Wanwan snorted coldly and said, "Once they're knocked out, all this silver is ours."

Sure enough, the old man fainted shortly afterward.

The Old Scholar Tree pulled ten taels of silver and ten silver notes directly from his pocket and said, "Wanwan, should we kill this man or not?"

Zhou Wanwan looked at him and said:

"Don't kill him, don't kill him, keep him alive! His legs are crippled, and he's lost his teeth."

"Killing him again would be going too far."

Then a sound came from not far away:

"Who dares to commit a crime in my Peerless City?"

They actually dared to move my Peerless Residence! Do they really think I'm dead?

Today I'll show you what a top-ranked expert on the Earth Ranking is like.

He rushed straight into the woods and saw Zhou Wanwan An'an on a tree, quietly watching him.

Chu Liufeng frowned and looked at her, saying:

"So it was you, you brat! I think I saw you during the day too, and you were here all alone."

Hehe, then don't blame me for being impolite.

Zhou Wanwan chuckled softly and looked at him, saying:

"Lord of the City is quite interesting. He had a date with the most beautiful courtesan in the first half of last night."

He was really busy sneaking around with Concubine Ruan late at night!