Spring comes to the desperate place

Chapter 109: No Harm

Taking advantage of the fact that there were no outsiders around, Song Chunlin quickly took out the spiritual spring water and asked everyone to drink a sip. After doing this, Song Chunlin sat aside and used the mental power left on the leader to follow the clues and find the mastermind behind the scene.

At the Zhao family in the capital, Zhao Fei looked sinisterly at the group of guards kneeling on the ground. These guards were elite soldiers he had trained privately. Although their abilities were not as good as the imperial guards, they were more than one level higher than ordinary guards.

However, this group of private soldiers who were so proud of themselves could not even deal with a mere farmer. Looking at the pitiful small basket of sweet potatoes they brought back, not only were the quantities small, but they were also particularly ugly.

Zhao Fei kicked the basket over with one foot, and the sweet potatoes flew out and hit the leading guard. The man didn't dare to hide or shout. He just crawled on the ground, begging his master to forgive him for burning down the Song family.

"This is a great job you did, hahaha. The Song family is so big, but you couldn't even find 100 kilograms of sweet potatoes? You still have the nerve to tell me that you burned down the Song family?"

When the Song family was mentioned, Zhao Fei felt so angry that his teeth itched.

"What kind of person is the Song family? They are just common people. Just burn them. Do you still think I will praise you for this?" Zhao Fei threw a cup in rage, hitting the leader of the guards on the head accurately. In an instant, blood began to flow from the leader's head, but even though he was bleeding, he did not dare to cry out in pain. He just bent his body even lower.

"Master, please spare my life. When we arrived at the Song family, no one in the family was there, and the sweet potatoes... there were only these sweet potatoes left. We searched the Song family from top to bottom, and we couldn't find any of the Song family members or the batch of sweet potatoes. I think someone must have leaked the news. Otherwise, how could the Song family's peasants know that we were coming in advance?"

Zhao Fei had thought about what the head guard said. He knew that the Song family had a close relationship with the Yongyi Marquis' Mansion, but Zhao Fei felt it was unlikely that the Yongyi Marquis' Mansion would spare any manpower to protect the Song family. The Song family was not an important family, and only a fool like Gu Fengyun would want to make friends with a farmer.

But the current situation made him wonder whether the Song family really had a master protecting them behind the scenes. Otherwise, with their abilities, how could they disappear out of thin air and take away so many sweet potatoes.

The guard kneeling on the ground did not hear what Zhao Fei said. He thought that his bet was right this time. His master was indeed suspicious of the Song family.

As time passed, the legs of the people on the ground became numb from kneeling, and Zhao Fei finally spoke again.

"You guys didn't do your job well, so go down and get ten slaps each."

Hearing that there were only ten boards, everyone breathed a sigh of relief. It seemed that setting fire was indeed effective, and it was also a disguised way for Zhao Fei to vent his anger. Otherwise, they would return empty-handed, and this punishment would definitely cost them half their lives.

Everyone went back to receive their punishment. Zhao Fei supported his forehead with his hand, sitting on the chair somewhat tiredly. The steward asked him what to do with the sweet potatoes, and Zhao Fei waved his hands weakly.

"Let the people on the farm take it down and plant it. Isn't it said that this thing has a very high yield? Let's try planting it first."

The manager went downstairs with the things in some embarrassment. The yield of sweet potatoes was high, but they didn't know how to grow them. It seemed that he had to ask someone to find out how to grow them.

Everyone in the room left, leaving only a few maids standing by to serve. Zhao Fei was very angry. He covered his forehead and seemed to be in great pain. The maids dared not breathe, for fear of bringing bad luck to this master.

Song Chunlin looked at the maids in the room and said speechlessly: Why does a grown man need so many people to watch over him when he is resting?

Facts proved that he was still too naive. When he saw Zhao Fei ordering the maids to take off their clothes and bathe him, Song Chunlin cursed inwardly: "Old pervert, you still want to ruin these beautiful young girls at your age."

Zhao Fei was already over forty years old, and those maids looked to be sixteen at most. Song Chunlin even doubted whether the youngest one was even fourteen. Judging from Zhao Fei's rude appearance, he was not a gentle man. The girls were all pinned down by him with terrified faces, and he would slap them if they did not do what he wanted. Song Chunlin felt sick just watching this.

"What a sin! I curse this old man to be impotent for the rest of his life!"

Watching those girls serving Zhao Fei tremblingly, Song Chunlin took a deep breath, and his mental power wandered around, intending to give the guy a taste of his own medicine.

It was broad daylight and there was no fire source in the house. Song Chunlin still found a fire in a small kitchen not far away. While the servants were not paying attention, he let the mutant plant pull out a red-burning firewood in a flash, avoiding everyone's sight all the way. When Zhao Fei was making love with the maid, he ignited the curtain in his room.

Feeling that just lighting the curtains was not enough, Song Chunlin took the firewood and set fire everywhere in Zhao Fei's room.

"Humph, your subordinates are so wicked that they dared to set fire to my house. I will also let you have a taste of what it feels like to have your house burned down!"

The Zhao family is one of the old families in the capital, and is ranked among the seven great families. The mansion covers a large area. The one where Zhao Fei lives is the largest and most luxurious among them. Any decoration inside can be equivalent to several years of living expenses of an ordinary family.

Song Chunlin was not interested in these luxurious decorations, but he wanted to see Zhao Fei get so angry that he had high blood pressure, so he ignited everything that could be ignited without hesitation.

Zhao Fei, who was full of lust inside, suddenly smelled a burning smell. Soon, a servant outside shouted, "There's a fire! It's bad. There's a fire in the main courtyard! Hurry up and help!"

Zhao Fei was frightened to the point of fainting. He quickly climbed up from the maid, grabbed a piece of clothing and put it on, and was ready to run. When he walked out from behind the screen, he saw the room full of flames, and the only door was surrounded by fire. Zhao Fei was so frightened that he almost fell to the ground.

However, Zhao Fei's servants were well-trained and quickly put out the fire. Several servants ran in and took Zhao Fei out, completely ignoring the shouts of the maids behind them.

Looking at the girls trapped by the fire, Song Chunlin suddenly felt uncomfortable. Zhao Fei was indeed hateful, but these girls were innocent. They were crying and screaming in the fire without any clothes on, but the people outside did not care about their life or death.

Finally, under the leadership of an older maid, everyone soaked their clothes in the bathtub, covered their heads with water, and rushed out.

Seeing that they were finally safe and sound, Song Chunlin was relieved. He just wanted to punish Zhao Fei and had no intention of hurting any innocent people.

This also made Song Chunlin cautious about his next actions. Just when he wanted to set another fire, Song Dazhuang and Song Chunsheng came back, and Song Chunlin temporarily withdrew his mental strength.

Song Dazhuang borrowed an ox cart from the village and went to the town to purchase a large amount of daily necessities, the most important of which were clothes for the whole family. They were in such a hurry when they fled into the cellar that they did not think that those people would set fire to the house. Song Chunlin confiscated their clothes, and now everything they were wearing was lent to them by their neighbors.

Aunt Song distributed the clothes to everyone and said, "Wear them for now. We will go to town tomorrow to buy some cloth to make clothes."

In addition to clothes, there were also some pots, pans, and other things. Aunt Song and Qinshi Song dug out an iron pot from the fire, and except for this iron pot, all other things were smashed.

The family was busy putting things in place and had no time to cook. Song Chunlin closed the courtyard door, took out the takeaway from the space, and the family had the takeaway for lunch.

Although the takeout was delicious, everyone found it tasteless. The days they had finally settled down in were ruined by a fire. The adults all looked gloomy, and even the children didn't dare to speak.

After they had finished their lunch, there was a knock on the gate outside. The yard they rented was not very big, and even sitting in the house they could hear that the person standing outside was Zhao Weibao, the man who first discovered the fire at the Song family's house.

Zhao Weibao lived with his two elderly fathers. When the old couple knew that everything in the Song family's house was burned down and thought that they would not be able to cook lunch, they sent their son to bring them food.

"Oh, are you done eating?" Zhao Weibao sniffed the aroma of food in the air, thinking that it was something Song Dazhuang bought in the town. He didn't think much of it, but put down the basket of steamed buns in his arms and held a small jar of pickles in his hand.

"I know you have nothing at home, and I don't have anything good to give you either. Just a few steamed buns and pickles. You can have a meal tonight." Zhao Weibao was an honest man. He put down the things and was about to leave.

Song Dazhuang quickly grabbed his hand and said, "Oh, you are too polite, brother. This white flour bun is too expensive. Take it back!"

Zhao Weibao shook off his hand and said, "What are you talking about? How can you take back something you gave away? Stop refusing. It's just a few steamed buns. My father wants to thank you. Thanks to your family, we can also grow sweet potatoes. When we harvest them at the end of the year, won't they be more valuable than these steamed buns?"

Seeing that Zhao Weibao was determined, Song Dazhuang could no longer refuse and had to accept it reluctantly.

Grandpa Song sighed that Zhao Weibao's family were all good people. You know, even in good years, farmers would not be willing to eat white flour buns. The buns sent by the Zhao family were big and soft, and smelled of wheat. They were obviously made from wheat that was just harvested this year. The fact that they could give them such precious food showed that this family were all honest people.

"It's not easy for their family either, Dazhuang. If we have a chance in the future, let's help him. If he hadn't called for help in time, the fire in our house would not have been put out so easily."

Song Dazhuang quickly agreed: "I understand, Dad. I will remember all the kindness others have shown our family."

The news of the fire at the Song family soon reached Gu Fengyun's ears. Because sweet potatoes had caught the attention of the government, when the head of the village submitted the petition, the people in the government office immediately notified the Ministry of Agriculture. The Ministry of Agriculture was naturally aware of the friendship between the Song family and Lord Gu, and it didn't take long for them to tell Gu Fengyun the news.

"There's a fire? How could a fire break out for no reason? What about the Song family? Are any members of the Song family injured?" Gu Fengyun asked the person who came anxiously.

The man replied, "My Lord, the Song family is blessed with good fortune and luck, and they are all fine, but the newly harvested sweet potatoes were all stolen."

"What!" This time Gu Fengyun was really shocked. After thinking about it for a while, he realized that this matter was most likely done by those aristocratic families.

Gu Fengyun was so angry that he slammed the table: "These beasts, not only stole things, but they even dared to set fire and kill people!"

The person who delivered the letter wanted to say that the Song family was fine, except that the house was burned down. However, when he saw Gu Fengyun's murderous look, he swallowed his words.

Forget it, I won’t provoke this living devil.

When Gu Fengyue got off school, he went straight to the Song family's house. Seeing the devastated ruins, he couldn't help but feel nervous. He entered the village and asked along the way, and finally found the courtyard where the Song family was temporarily living.

Song Qinshi opened the door and found that it was Gu Fengyue. She was a little surprised: "Oh, why is it Gu Erlang? You also received the news."

Gu Fengyue nodded: "Aunt Song, are you all okay?"

Song Qin welcomed the person in and said, "It's okay, it's all okay. It's just that everything in the house was burned. Tell me what happened. You haven't eaten yet, wait, you can eat later."

Gu Fengyue followed Song Qin into the house. His eyes quickly searched the room and saw Song Chunlin sitting safely on a small stool. His heart, which had been hanging in the air, suddenly found a place to rest.

He just stood at the door, looked at Song Chunlin, and said slowly: "Are you okay?"

No one knew who he was talking to. Song Chunlin was stunned for a moment, and then Song Qinshi said that dinner was ready.

"Gu Erlang, stop standing. This room is small. Sit down."

Gu Fengyue was pulled to sit on a small stool next to Song Chunlin. The house was indeed small, and the whole family was crowded together, as if they had returned to the days when they fled to the mountains, crowded and huddled together.

Gu Fengyue tilted his head and looked up and down at the young man next to him carefully, as if to confirm that he was safe and sound.

Song Chunlin glanced at him strangely, and Gu Fengyue quickly shifted his gaze as if he was scalded.

Fortunately, the food was served on the table. Song Qin did not make the staple food in the evening, but heated up the steamed buns brought by Zhao Weibao, and also some dishes that Song Chunlin took out from the space. There were meat and vegetables on the table, filling the small table.

It was not the first time that Gu Fengyue had eaten at the Song family. Everyone was accustomed to picking up food for him. Gu Fengyue held a big white steamed bun and ate it casually. After a few bites, he could not help but look at the people around him, as if he was confirming something.

Song Chunlin was not an unconscious dead person, and the Song family members around him felt even more strange. He pinched Gu Fengyue's thigh viciously and threatened him:

"If you keep looking around, I'll dig your eyes out!"