Chapter 258 What is the origin

"Village chief, then..." Some villagers wanted to ask more.

Bai Dashan interrupted: "Why are you in such a hurry? My aunt must be busy and will reply to us later."

Such a situation had never happened before. Although the villagers were a little nervous, they thought about the fact that there were several people around, so they calmed down.

By noon, not only had there been no reply, but the newly written letters in the village had not been taken away either. The villagers suddenly became restless.

It’s not a big problem if you haven’t replied to the message you’ve read, but it’s a big problem if you don’t even read it.

"Nothing will happen to my aunt, right?"

As soon as these words came out, they immediately attracted angry glares from other villagers: "Can you speak?"

Bai Dashan: "What nonsense are you talking about? Good luck will come to you!"

The Sixth Aunt also glared and shouted angrily, "What are you talking about? Slap him!"

Bai Dahua, who had spoken faster than her brain, regretted her words as soon as they came out. She quickly slapped her lips and said repeatedly: "Bad things don't work, good things work. May my aunt live a long life and prosper for generations to come..."

Bai Tao was having a great time, watching kite flying, wrestling, horse training competitions, wrestling, and fire-breathing performances...

After traveling through time, he led people to escape famine. The towns he passed by either did not allow people to enter or were also affected by disasters and chaos. There was no entertainment or excitement to watch.

She was so happy to see such a lively scene.

Halfway through, when the time came to deliver the goods to the Jiang tribe, Bai Tao seemed to remember that she seemed to have forgotten to do something, but before she could remember, people from other tribes heard the news and came to buy things.

So Bai Tao simply took Bai Tiechui and others to set up a stall at the Snow Mountain Festival to sell large flowered cloth and some daily necessities, especially salt, iron pots, and tea.

Bai Tao has set up her stall, so Tao Jiaren naturally helps to watch over things.

The big iron pot once became a hot-selling product at the Snow Mountain Festival market, and almost everyone who heard about it came to buy one or two.

"This big iron pot is really solid." The person who spoke was holding the pot that he had just squeezed out of the crowd with great difficulty, feeling very proud.

The people who were still squeezed outside the crowd looked at it and immediately cast envious eyes: "Such a big iron pot, the blacksmith who made it must be really good."

"I'll take two."

"I'll take three."

Some were bought for home, some were given as gifts, and some were brought back for neighbors.

After all, they are nomadic people who graze their livestock all year round and have no fixed place of residence. Iron pots, salt, tea and other items are extremely important to them.

It doesn’t cost much to buy an iron pot from the mall. Bai Tao can earn 200 coins for a big iron pot.

Nomadic tribes need tea to supplement vitamins, and they do not have the same taste for drinking tea as people in the Central Plains.

Therefore, the tea ordered by Bai Tao is of ordinary grade. By reselling it, she can make a profit of 300 coins per kilogram of tea.

As for cotton and cloth, there is no need to mention it. Everyone who came to ask would buy them.

Yanba and Baitao were relatively honest and only made a profit of five times the price difference.

Even so, it is still extremely cheap for these people, after all, it is such snow-white and fine snow salt.

So some people bought two or three sacks of salt at a time, loaded them onto the horse's back, dropped the silver ingots and ran away, for fear that Bai Tao would go back on his word.

By the time Bai Tao remembered, four or five days had passed.

Bai Tao: "It's over. I forgot about my family. I don't know how worried the villagers will be."

Bai Tiechui and others looked at each other in confusion when they heard this. They couldn't remember it either.

The main thing is that the letters from the village usually don’t contain any important information, so if I don’t tell them, they won’t know.

Bai Xiaocao felt a little guilty. She was the one who wrote the reply letters. It's not that she didn't remember it, but she just thought that there was no letter. "Hurry up, Xiaocao, bring me some paper and pen."

What did the last letter from the village say?

Bai Tao quickly took a look at the brocade boxes on the table in the warehouse. Wow, it was a thick stack. After counting them, there were more than a dozen.

She read the letters one by one. At first, the villagers' tone was normal: "Auntie, I wish you good luck in reading this letter. Auntie, I wish you good health in reading this letter. I pay my respects to you..."

Later, she became obviously anxious. Later, every letter she wrote would begin with: "Auntie, are you okay?"

"Auntie, are you feeling unwell?"

"Auntie, why didn't you write yesterday?"

"Auntie, is the Snow Mountain Festival fun?"

"Auntie, if you are busy, just let me know."

"Auntie, if you really don't have time, just read the letter and take it away."

"Aunt, are you still here?"

"Auntie, please don't be in any trouble."

"Auntie, just tell me what you need us to do."

"Wow, auntie, when will you come back?"

The villagers were obviously very anxious and had lost the mood to talk about family matters as usual. They didn't even mention the business situation at the shop in the letter, as if they were afraid that Bai Tao would be too tired.

Bai Tao didn't know at this time that because there was no news from her, the villagers seemed to have lost their backbone and were in a panic.

Bai Shanquan and his companions, who had tied up the big guy and brought him back, couldn't help but attribute the incident to the powerful Sister Bai in the eyes of the big guy.

Could it be...

So, from time to time, a few people came to the wooden house where the big guy was locked up to investigate.

But no matter how much they asked, they couldn't get any useful information.

The big guy wasn't stupid, so he wouldn't say anything extra. He kept repeating, "My sister Bai is really amazing."

If it were before, the people in Taohua Village would definitely not take it seriously, thinking that no one is as powerful as our aunt.

But because there was no news about Bai Tao, the villagers had all kinds of suspicions and wild imaginations, and became more cautious towards the big guy.

The less information they could get from the big guy, the more uneasy the people in Taohua Village felt.

Who is this Sister Bai?
Could it be that Sister Bai from this strange group of people dealt with our aunt?

Bai Shanquan and his companions were even more annoyed. If it was because of them that they beat up this big guy and caused the old lady to be in trouble, then it would be unfilial of them.

Although the big guy was locked in a wooden house, except for the first two days, his treatment changed from the third day. Although he did not have the best food, he would get a portion of whatever the villagers were eating for three meals a day.

In the words of the villagers, if it was really this big girl named Bai who made things difficult for our aunt, then since we didn't make things difficult for the big girl, our aunt can eat better.

When the villagers were asking the big guy about something, the big guy also got some information from their words.

These people’s aunt is missing?

That's great. That girl is not even worthy of carrying shoes for his Bai sister.

The people in this village are not very smart to treat a five-year-old baby as an aunt and make her obey her orders.

But in ancient times, there was little education in remote areas, so people didn't know anything, and the big guy seemed to be able to understand it.

Beep beep, here it comes.