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Unfortunately, we were attacked by bandits and all the goods were looted. Nearly half of the people from Majia Village who were traveling with us were killed or injured, and the rest were seriously injured and fell to the ground. As for Manager Wang, he is still in a coma. "

Hearing this, Ran He's face instantly turned pale, "Bandits? Where did these bandits dare to be so rampant?"

There was anger and determination in her voice that could not be ignored.

"I have already ordered that the whereabouts of the bandits must be found as soon as possible. They must not be allowed to go unpunished."

Yan Er's cold response revealed a hint of determination and resentment. He naturally could not tolerate such behavior that challenged the authority of the Wu family.

On the other side, Wu Xu, who heard the news, hurried back from the busy rice cake shop and comforted him: "Don't worry, just leave this matter to me."

However, Ran He insisted on seeing it himself before he could feel at ease.

Now that the affairs of Mingyue Pavilion are on the right track, Ran He decides to temporarily hand over the daily management responsibilities to his capable assistants.

"Tomorrow, I will go to Zhiyun County in person."

Her decision was firm and without any hesitation.

"It's all up to you."

Wu Xu held her hand tightly, his eyes full of reluctance and pity, unwilling to let his beloved bear such worries alone.

The next morning, the carriage slowly drove out, and its destination was the distant Zhiyun County. Yan Er and others accompanied them, while Yan Yi stayed at home to guard this peaceful place.

At the same time, in Zhiyun County, thousands of miles away, in a luxurious mansion, an elegant young scholar was concentrating on calligraphy creation, and his talent was fully displayed between the flying strokes of his pen and ink.

The servant entered quietly, not daring to disturb him, and only after the pen was put down did he carefully report: "Master, the cloth has been safely delivered to the warehouse."

Xu Mo elegantly wiped the ink stains on his hands with a silk handkerchief and said calmly, "Give orders to mix this batch of fabrics with other goods and send them out secretly."

"Yes, Master."

The servant replied respectfully.

"What's the situation in Majia Village?"

Xu Mo took a sip of hot tea and asked casually.

"Just as the young master expected, the situation in the village has begun to become unstable. As expected, the weaving workshop in Majia Village will soon become history."

As the servant reported, there was a lot of flattery in his words.

"Tell Li Shengli that he must pay close attention to what's going on over there and not let his guard down until the last moment.

If our plan fails due to his negligence, the consequences will be borne by him."

Xu Mo's voice was calm, yet majestic.

"I understand, Master."

After the servants left, Xu Mo stood in front of the window with his hands behind his back, looking at the bright moon in the sky, with a meaningful smile on his lips. For those challengers who overestimated their own abilities, Xu Mo already had his own plans.

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In the distant Majia Village, white cloths fluttered in front of the doors of six households. The whole village seemed to be shrouded in a thick layer of sadness. Crying and wailing were heard one after another. The laughter and joy of the past had been replaced by despair and pain. The lively scene of the past no longer existed.

Inside the ancestral hall, several clan elders and the person in charge of the weaving workshop sat together, worry and sorrow written all over their faces, and the atmosphere was heavy and depressing.

"Uncle, I am sorry to my fellow villagers. I have caused them trouble."

Ma Yongbo had a white gauze wrapped around his head to symbolize mourning, his hands and feet were restricted by wooden boards, and the bruises on his face bore witness to the brutal battles he had experienced. His voice was full of self-blame and guilt.

Sitting at the first seat on the left was an old man with white hair and beard. He comforted him, "Yong Bo, you don't need to blame yourself. It was all because of those cruel thieves. You are just unlucky and have suffered this disaster."

At this moment, the door of the ancestral hall was pushed open, and a woman in mourning clothes walked in slowly, supporting an old lady.

"How can I not blame him! If he hadn't insisted on opening a weaving workshop, how could all these disasters have happened, and how could my son have died innocently! Ma Yongbo is the indirect murderer, and he killed my son!"

The old lady was in tears and angrily hit the ground with her cane. Her grief was beyond words.

The elders in the ancestral hall remained silent, and no one dared to refute, for fear of arousing stronger emotional fluctuations.

Everyone knew that this had nothing to do with Ma Yongbo, but rumors had quietly spread in the village.

Ma Yongbo lowered his head and silently endured all the accusations and criticisms without saying a word to defend himself, as if he was willing to take all the blame alone.

"Ma Yongbo, you have to give my husband justice! Now that he is gone, what are we, an orphan and a widow, going to do?"

The woman's crying was heartbreaking, making everyone present feel even more depressed.

"Erhu family, this was not what Yong Bo wanted, it was all an accident. Erhu sacrificed himself for the weaving workshop, the family will not stand idly by and will definitely take good care of your life."

An elder tried to comfort.

"It's easy to say, but how are you going to take care of us? Now that the weaving workshop has collapsed and the village is still in foreign debt, what are you going to use to take care of us?"

Erhu's wife spoke in a sharp voice, full of doubt and helplessness.

"We will discuss and handle this matter. You go back first, the family will definitely give everyone an explanation."

Another elder patiently consoled and tried his best to calm everyone's emotions.

However, Erhu's wife was adamant: "We are not going anywhere. We are going to wait here today and get an explanation."

Her voice revealed an unprecedented tenacity and determination, as if declaring that she would not give up until she got a satisfactory answer.

The mother-in-law and daughter-in-law stood there like statues, and the air was filled with a tense and depressing atmosphere.

At this time, Ma Zhi suddenly stepped forward, his eyes sparkling, his tone filled with anger that could not be ignored, almost roaring, "Aunt, sister-in-law, ask yourselves with your conscience, can you feel comfortable doing things like this? When the dividends were distributed, everyone was smiling, why didn't you say a word and choose to withdraw? Now that you encounter problems, you push all the faults onto Uncle Ma's shoulders like discarded garbage. How can such a thing exist in this world? Erhu's tragedy was not caused by Uncle Ma alone. If you really want to hold someone accountable, you should point to those cold-blooded bandits. It was they who brought the disaster to Erhu. What is your intention in holding Uncle Ma tightly? Do you think he is gentle and can be bullied and manipulated at will?"

These words were like a string of cannonballs, and every word hit the hearts of the mother-in-law and daughter-in-law hard, especially Erhu's mother. Her face turned pale in an instant, and her body trembled uncontrollably. Her fingers trembled as she pointed at Ma Zhi, but she could only utter intermittent syllables from her throat, "You, you, you..."

Anger and shock left her speechless for a moment.

Just as the situation was about to get out of control, Ma Yongbo suddenly gave a deafening shout.