The Humble Family's Daughter Has A Spatial Pocket! novel Chapter 1157

Chapter 1157: Chapter 980, Infiltration

"Boss, bad news, Prince Wei Yuan has encircled our village with cavalry."

Hearing the shouts of his subordinates, the boss’s face changed, but Daozi’s eyes lit up – his father was coming to rescue him!

Upon seeing the second-in-command entering the courtyard with a group, the boss hurriedly asked, "How many have come?"

The second-in-command grimly replied, "Several thousand, they’ve completely blocked the entrance to our village."

The boss’s face showed grave concern: "They’ve come quickly." Then, looking towards Daozi, who had now hidden behind Old Man Li, he continued,

Seeing everyone looking at him, Daozi felt a bit scared. After thinking for a moment, he tentatively suggested, "Why don’t you release me and surrender? My father is very formidable; you won’t be able to defeat him."

The second-in-command snorted coldly, "With you in our hands, your father wouldn’t dare to attack." Then, glancing at the boss, "Big brother, let’s hang this kid at the village entrance. If Prince Wei Yuan dares to attack us, we’ll deal with his son. Let’s see who’s more ruthless!"

Daozi sensed the malice in the second-in-command and shrank back, trying his best to hide behind Old Man Li to avoid the second-in-command’s fierce gaze.

The boss looked coldly at his second-in-command: "Are you trying to force us into a dead end?" If they really hurt the son of Prince Wei Yuan, it would mean an all-out war between them.

Wuhu Village had flourished to this point, and the brothers who had risked their lives together had wives and children. Many had already died – but what about their parents, wives, and children?

"Let’s go and see Prince Wei Yuan."

After speaking, the boss led the others away.

The second-in-command was the last to leave, glancing at Daozi before following the rest.

Soon, only Old Man Li, Daozi, and Zhang Xiaohu were left in the courtyard.

Zhang Xiaohu approached Daozi with a worried look, "Will your father really attack us?"

Daozi nodded, "You’ve captured me, so my father will definitely attack to save me."

Zhang Xiaohu hurriedly said, "Then if I release you, will your father stop attacking us?"

Daozi, still unaware of the true nature of the bandits, immediately nodded, "Of course. If you release me, why would my father need to fight you?"

Zhang Xiaohu looked at Old Man Li, "Grandpa Li, should we release him? Last time the villagers fought with passing merchants, Uncle Tie and Uncle Jian died."

He now understood - once someone died, they were gone forever.

Tiedan and Jiandan had lost their fathers.

Old Man Li sighed, stroked Zhang Xiaohu’s head, and looked at the innocent Daozi, "Xiaohuzi, you’re still young, there are some things that are very complicated."

If Prince Wei Yuan was determined to pacify Xiliang, he would eventually have to eliminate the bandits anyway.

Zhang Xiaohu did not really understand; he just knew that he disliked when the people in the village fought with others. Prince Wei Yuan had even driven away the fearsome people of Xiliao, so he must be even more formidable.

If the villagers were to fight with him, more people would die. Then, his friends might once again lose their fathers.

Daozi also looked confused, "Why don’t you just surrender? My father isn’t a bad person."

But Zhang Xiaohu said, "But we are bad people."

Daozi’s eyes widened in surprise, "You’re bad people?" Then it dawned on him, "That’s right, if you weren’t bad people, why would you capture a child like me?"

Then, taking Zhang Xiaohu’s hand and patting it, he said, "Being a bad person is wrong, you should be a good person, or you’ll end up being caught."

Zhang Xiaohu replied, "But if we don’t be bad people, we won’t have anything to eat."

Daozi frowned, "How come? My mother said that with potato seeds and corn seeds, and soon sweet potato seeds, as long as we work hard and cultivate some wasteland, we’ll definitely be able to fill our bellies."

Old Man Li’s expression shifted when he heard this.

While that’s easy to say, the villagers had grown accustomed to the life of quick money through robbing others – how could they be expected to return to the hardship of toil?