Chapter 809: Chapter 809: The Distress of Liberal Arts Students_1
Initially, Yang Wenxiao relied on elite cavalry and bombs to capture Mount Jiang. The power of the bombs was so great, it surpassed what mortals could imagine, a force akin to that of the gods.
This kind of power must be kept in the hands of the Yang Family.
If outsiders were to possess this power, the Yang Family would certainly go to any lengths to eliminate them.
Over the years, the Aristocratic Families had behaved themselves, daring not to overstep, largely because the Yang Family controlled the bombs, which the flesh and blood of mere mortals could not withstand.
The bombs were the guardian deities of the Yang Family’s domain.
Untouchable by outsiders.
Upon hearing this, Qiao Xiaomai could not help but give a wry smile of resignation. “That’s something Xiaomai and I are well aware of. And Grandpa, you’re giving me too much credit …”
Because of the secret tunnel affair, she indeed harbored the thought of making bombs at one point.
But as a student of liberal arts, she truly did not understand these things.
All her skill points were invested in cooking; she was clueless about such matters.
Tong Tiehu showed a trace of melancholy on his face when he heard this.
It’s probably for the best that Qiao Xiaomai doesn’t understand.
If Qiao Xiaomai knew how to make bombs, then he and Yu Ang might have been tempted to try …
With a deep sigh, he said, “Forget it, let’s not talk about this anymore. As for the bicycles, if the guard team can’t take on the job, then let’s find people from the village. Let’s benefit our own villagers first.”
Qiao Xiaomai nodded in agreement, “Okay.”
Her original intention in creating bicycles was to facilitate the lives of the villagers, so they wouldn’t have to wait eagerly for Qiao Changshun to lead and drive the three vehicles over to pick them up when coming to work at the manor.
Afterwards, the three of them chatted casually about other topics until evening, when Tong Tiehu had dinner at the manor and then Tong Sanlang rode him back to the village on horseback.
However, Tong Sanlang did not enter the Tong Family home; he watched as Tong Tiehu entered the gates, then turned his horse around and left. The source of this content ɪs novel{f}ire.net
Every return home meant facing his parents’ roars and the peculiar expressions of his elder brothers. Such experiences were best minimized whenever possible!
Tong Sanlang returned to the manor, while Tong Tiehu pushed open the family door and led the ox cart into the courtyard.
It was late, and the Tong Family had already finished their dinner and retired to bed.
In the countryside, with few entertainment activities, most would sleep after dinner. However, upon seeing Tong Tiehu’s return, Tong E’erlang immediately pushed open his room’s door to come out.
He and Zhu Hongyun had been waiting for Tong Tiehu and hadn’t blown out the lamp yet.
“Grandpa, you’re back! What did you bring back?” he asked as he approached the ox cart.
On the cart, aside from sacks filled with Dried Sweet Potatoes, mooncakes, and beans, there was also an extra basket containing the bacon that Qiao Xiaomai had prepared.
Previously, when she had bought several pigs for the villagers to share the pork, some was left over. To prevent it from spoiling, she turned it into bacon.
However, she hadn’t completely finished the process; the meat needed more sun drying.
Tong E’erlang inspected the contents of the ox cart by the light from his own house and muttered, “Is this all you got?”
Not a single new or interesting item.
Tong Tiehu personally went to collect and only brought back so little; Qiao Xiaomai and Tong Sanlang were really stingy!
Upon hearing Tong E’erlang’s muttering, Tong Tiehu, without a second thought, lashed out with his whip, “Tell me honestly, what did you do with the twenty taels of silver I gave you before?!”
The whip came without warning and struck Tong E’erlang squarely.
He couldn’t help but cry out, “Grandpa, why are you hitting me?”
But beneath his outcry, his voice carried a hint of guilt.
Tong Tiehu was watching him closely and, seeing his reaction, understood, “It seems you really didn’t go to the Ultimate Flavor Restaurant!”
As he spoke, the whip in his hand lashed out again, “Speak, what exactly did you do with the silver?”