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With such a grim situation, Lu Qing realized that Yu Mingchuan didn't seem to be worried at all like Feng Yi. His beautiful eyes even flashed with a cold light.

It seemed like this guy had some shady plan to implement and might even rob his family.

Lu Qing felt that Yu Mingchuan wasn't a righteous man and definitely wouldn't starve to death. Even if she didn't make the salt, this guy would still have a way to make some.

Just as he was counting the number of grains remaining and how many were going to be taken away by the Yumen, voices rang out from outside the warehouse once again.

"Elder Feng, how much salted vegetables do you have left?"

Following the sound of armor scraping against each other, a handsome and proud looking man wearing a bright armor walked in.

"Wang Commandant, there are still more than a dozen pickled vegetables. If you want them, take them all."

Feng Yi smiled brilliantly, even the wrinkles on his face seemed to be glowing. They had a cart full of salt, who would care about those pickled vegetables! If you want it, then take it!

Looking at the basket of sour pickled vegetables, Wang Jian's face was full of color.

From what he knew, there were probably only these pickled vegetables in the Hechang City. All of them belonged to him now.

However, the little brother standing next to Yu Mingchuan was rather pleasing to the eye. His eyebrows were a little similar to Yu Mingchuan's, perhaps he was his relative.

I heard Zhang Mao sent a bunch of widows over to you. Seeing as you guys can't even eat the pickled vegetables, I guess you guys don't have much strength, so why don't you give them to our Yang Pass warriors?

Yu Mingchuan didn't even give him a look, and continued to watch as the soldiers carried out bags of food they were going to receive.

Lu Qing just glanced at Wang Jian in boredom. Since Yu Mingchuan ignored this person, then this person didn't have anything to do with it. The key point was, this person looked really dumb, especially when compared to the tricked, unscrupulous, black evildoer beside her.

After they finished collecting the grains, Yu Mingchuan led Lu Qing by the hand and started walking out. Before they even went out the door, that guy called Wang Jian started screaming.

"Yu Mingchuan, I already said that you don't like women, but I still don't believe it. Today, I finally believe it!"

Wang Jian looked at Yu Mingchuan and Lu Qing's hands with disgust. His expression was as if he ate a fly and even specially moved out of the way to let Yu Mingchuan and Lu Qing pass.

"Except for one widow named Soong Lan, you can take the rest with you. However, you must not mess around with them as you are currently engaged to be married off to a government official."

Passing by the warehouse door, Yu Mingchuan finally said a few words to Wang Jian.

"Of course, if a man of our Yang Pass requests his wife to be thirsty, he would naturally not cause trouble."

Wang Jian didn't expect Yu Mingchuan to agree so readily. A smile blossomed on his face.

Yu Mingchuan also smiled. After explaining to Feng Yi about the placement of Soong Lan alone, he told him to hand over the remaining widows to Wang Jian.

Feng Yi didn't understand, but he still agreed.

Afterward, Yu Mingchuan took Lu Qing to a small workshop where several peasant women were knitting and several craftsmen were making leather goods.

He found the boot maker and asked him to measure Lu Qing's foot length before taking her back.

Unexpectedly, when Yu Mingchuan and the others were carrying the three oxen food back to the Yumen Entrance, they heard a burst of heart-wrenching cries.

"Commandant Yu, since I am already worthy of you, how can I go to the Yang Pass? "As the saying goes, a good girl does not serve her second husband. You can't just give me up like this …"

Without turning around, Lu Qing already knew who it was.

Besides Wang Qiang, no one else could do such a thing.