He forced himself to calm down and asked his subordinate to find an experienced hunter who was familiar with the mountains near Hejian to lead the way.
As for entering the city?
No way!
The location on the map was outside the city, not inside. It would be a waste of time to enter the city.
But before that, he had to figure out one thing. When did Meng Hun's men put the cloth on the wagons?
Not only was he confused, but the cooks who were responsible for transporting the grain were also confused.
To ensure that the amount of grain was correct, they would check the wagons carefully every time they went to a place for repairs.
Therefore, it was almost certain that before the last repair, the grain cart did not have these strange coarse cloth on it.
The head of the entourage also knew that, so he didn't waste any more time on it. Instead, he looked at all the cooks suspiciously.
He asked, "Do any of you remember anyone who got close to the wagons?"
That was a tough question. The cooks couldn't help but put on a bitter face. There were too many people who could get close to the wagons. Who could remember?
However, one of the cooks was smart enough to ask, "Sir, could it be when we were at the teahouse?"
The teahouse was a place with a lot of people. An ordinary-looking person wouldn't raise any suspicion.
But that was quickly denied. Another cook said, "You can't accuse someone wrongly. Everyone was beside the wagons during the repair. How could there be anyone suspicious? These things … obviously appeared out of nowhere … "
People in that era were afraid of ghosts and gods. They often liked to explain things that they didn't know.
The head of the entourage was annoyed. He scolded, "Nonsense! How can you believe in ghosts and gods? Think about it carefully. Who could it be? "
If no one touched the wagons and left these things behind … then the only reason was that there was a mole in the team.
The Head of the Entourage had basically given his verdict after he came to this reliable conclusion.
The cooks all shook their heads. Some of them suspected that it was Jiang Pengji who brought the tea, but it was not a reliable guess. Apart from Jiang Pengji, the owner of the teahouse and the waiter also brought tea. Compared to the latter two, the former didn't get close to the wagons. How could they stuff the cloth into the wagons?
The cooks looked at each other and became nervous. They were afraid that the head of the entourage would suspect that they were spies.
The head of the entourage glanced at everyone, trying to find the mole among them. In the end, everyone looked like a mole, but no one looked like a mole. He had no choice but to put this detail aside for the time being and prepare to transport the food to the destination.
It was easy to find an experienced hunter who was familiar with the terrain. After promising a large sum of money, the hunter agreed to lead the way.
However, this made things difficult for the laborers who transported the grain. The mountain road was steep and not suitable for the grain carts to travel.
Therefore, they could only give up on the grain cart and choose to carry the grain bags on their shoulders to carry the grain up the mountain.
However, this mysterious joke seemed to have just begun. Someone found a bamboo slip at the place where the map was drawn. On it was written —
[How obedient, but your speed is disappointing. I can't wait any longer. Sending the food to this place is a punishment for your inefficiency. Meng Hun, the traitor of the Meng family.]
The head of the entourage's face turned as dark as the bottom of a pot when he saw the bamboo slip and the coarse cloth under it.
At this time, a soldier asked him, "Boss, what should we do now?"
The head of the entourage was breathing heavily. Although he was not carrying the grain, the mountain road was steep and he was wearing heavy armor. Naturally, he was sweating and breathing heavily. "What else can we do? Just do as the higher-ups say — "
Meng Liang was still in Meng Hun's hands. If they dared not do as he said and angered Meng Hun, he might kill Meng Liang. By then, they would be the ones crying! For the sake of Meng Liang's life, they had to obey.
Fortunately, the destination marked on the second map was not far from here. The old hunter told them that they could get there in about 15 minutes.
[Ah! You're fast this time. But I've already left. It's interesting to see you delivering the grain. But I haven't had enough. I want to see Meng Liang. Deliver the grain here. By Meng Hun, the traitor of the Meng's.]
At this time, the head of the entourage was so angry that he punched the tree trunk next to him, making a dull thud.
The old hunter looked at the map and said in fear, "Sir, we can't go to this place."
"Why not?" The head of the entourage asked with a cold face.
The old hunter's hands were trembling. He wanted to cry but had no tears. He had thought it would be a good job to lead the way, but now it seemed that it was not going to be easy.
"Sir, this place is a bandit's hideout. I've seen it from afar when I was hunting before. The people living there are beasts who kill without batting an eye … If we go there …" The old hunter stammered out the reason.
The head of the entourage sneered and said, "Just lead the way. Cut the crap."
It was just a bandit's stockade. He had so many men. Couldn't he handle it?
However, there was one thing he did not understand. Why did Meng Hun want to deliver the grain to the bandit's stockade?
Was there an ambush?
Thinking of this, the head of the entourage felt uneasy. He sent a smart soldier to check it out.
The soldier came back soon and said, "There's no one in the bandit's stockade."
No one?
The head of the entourage was confused, but he had to force himself to do it.
"But I found this at the gate of the stockade …" The soldier respectfully presented a bamboo slip and a piece of coarse cloth to the head of the entourage.
The head of the entourage was already uneasy when he saw it. He was afraid that it was another trick.
He opened it and saw that it was Meng Hun's message again.
"The grain is in the yard of the bandit's stockade. That bastard Meng Liang is at the place marked on the map. Don't try to play any tricks. Otherwise, that bastard's life will be in danger. By Meng Hun, the traitor of the Meng's. "
The head of the entourage calmed down. He sneered and said, "Coward! Coward!"
Meng Hun wouldn't have put on such a show if he was not afraid of the Meng's authority.
He was afraid that he would be surrounded and killed by his soldiers when they were handing over the grain.
What a coward!
The head of the entourage sneered and raised his hand. "You bring the grain here. The rest of you, come with me to save the Second Langjun."
Since Meng Hun was so cowardly, it was obvious that he did not have much confidence.
If he could take advantage of the situation and kill them while they were unprepared, he could bring Meng Hun's head back to report. That would be a great merit!
They didn't intend to kill Meng Hun, but he was digging his own grave. Even a clay figurine would get angry.
"Yes, sir!"
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