Inheriting A Divine Cultivation Clan At The Start, All My Juniors Are Empresses-Chapter 70 - 69: Ran off with the money?

Yuchi was furious.

In his previous life, he had run a restaurant.

He spent years of savings to open it, but alas, a year later, he was left with empty pots and bowls and a mountain of debt.

Aside from the immense suffering he endured, there was one thing he couldn’t forget.

That was the theft in the kitchen.

Yes, it’s unpleasant to talk about, but such things happen, and it troubled him greatly.

The good things were all stolen by the kitchen staff; it was beyond his control.

Yuchi admitted he was young back then, but he didn’t expect something similar could happen now.

And this time, it was even worse.

In the past, the kitchen at most would take some fresh items, causing losses, but nothing too terrifying.

But here?

The situation now was as if the cooks not only took away the tables and chairs from the kitchen but also the boss’s wife.

And they didn’t just leave; they even stole a train overnight.

Grass, a green plant.

The merchants ran off with clothes?

Yuchi shook his head.

If they really ran just like that, the loss wouldn’t be too bad.

The key is, why didn’t they protect the ship before leaving, resulting in many clothes getting ruined by water!

Don’t they know these clothes were made by those wonderful seamstresses?

Made stitch by stitch.

You can even see the marks of time on the hands of those seamstresses.

What a shameful waste.

A stone dropped into the river, causing a splash, startling a bird.

Hovering over the endless river, the bird’s eyes darting towards Yuchi by the riverbank.

Yuchi took a deep breath.

He slowly calmed down.

This matter shouldn’t be this simple.

Let’s reason it out.

The salary at the Twelve Linked Huts was quite high, conservatively speaking, one could earn ten taels of silver a month.

"If they took the clothes, how many could they take at most?"

"At most, about ten thousand pieces, each worth a hundred wen, so ten thousand would be a thousand taels."

"Split among approximately a hundred people, that means ten taels of silver per person."

"It’s not worth it."

The only understandable reason that drives people to make a mistake is profit.

Would people choose to do such a foolish thing without profit?

No need for an abacus, with just a little mental math, you know this doesn’t make sense.

So why is this happening?

Yuchi scratched his head.

Putting aside past grievances, Yuchi thought the sailors from the Twelve Linked Huts and the people here had no reason to do this.

Could it be that the people of the Twelve Linked Huts still don’t understand the difference between a full meal and always having enough?

Wouldn’t the head of the Twelve Linked Huts know this situation could happen? And have at least some contingency plans?

Unlikely, right?

What’s more, getting caught doing this, they would be in for life.

With the guild’s government connections, they could never see the light of day again.

Does it make sense for them to do this?

"If it were just the Wei family, they might dare."

"But the entire guild’s reputation in Xufu Town is through the roof; they have no reason."

"Aren’t they afraid of me, Yuchi Saburo?"

Yuchi strangely frowned, "Do I look like someone who is easy to talk to?"

"They take the money and run, assuming I will stand by and do nothing?"

"If they really see me this way, am I really such a failure?"

Walking beside the stone steps, squatting by the river, washing his face with the river water, until he spotted some leeches floating in the yellow-green water.

He stopped immediately.

He remembered...

Lately, there has been a custom of water burials in the area, so it’s better not to get too close to the water.

He cleaned his face, trying to stay calm in this hot autumn, which was no easy task.

"If this hadn’t happened, I should be playing with the little beauty Yuan’Er at the Wei Mansion now."

"Or taking little Ximo to tease those beautiful women on the street."

He took a deep breath.

No matter what, this matter must be thoroughly investigated!

...

A stick of incense later, the four of them met again at the dock.

Standing next to Yuchi, Xun Xian looked at Yuchi’s wet chest, "Walked around, didn’t find a living soul."

Chen Guangsheng glanced at Uncle Hu, "I didn’t find any clues either."

After speaking, the three looked at Yuchi.

Yuchi sat down on a broken bench by the dock with a frown.

The way he looked, quite aggrieved, well, Yuchi at this age should be chasing after girls.

Living a life of debauchery.

Doing everything himself was somewhat of a hardship.

Yet Yuchi’s words remained quite normal.

"First, let’s discuss the clues we have now."

"First, there are no signs of a struggle around, which means these people are still alive."

"Secondly, the horses and food inside the post station have disappeared, along with clothing, meaning they’ve left this place."

"Lastly, even if we can’t understand their motive, the fact is, they ran off with stuff."

Yuchi said this.

Still, as always, once impossible scenarios are ruled out one by one, the remaining clues, no matter how absurd, are the truth.

Huo Shanlan expressed his admiration.

Chen Guangsheng was also slightly moved.

"Map."

Yuchi thought, and immediately took out a map from his bosom.

The map was crude, but it at least marked some of the surrounding villages.

Yuchi’s finger moved along the route, muttering: "The cargo ship left from the Twelve Linked Huts."

"If we consider three days of alertness, and the time it took to unload the clothes, the ship should reach Hechong Village by the eighteenth."

This was not difficult to calculate.

From Xufu Town to Hechong Village, the one-way water route is fifteen days, round trip is thirty days, exceeding by three days.

So by the time they realized something was wrong at the Twelve Linked Huts, eighteen days had passed.

"Is this crucial?" Xun Xian didn’t understand.

Chen Guangsheng looked at Yuchi in a strange way.

This young man had the serious demeanor of an investigator; wasn’t he here to relax?

Yuchi didn’t answer her, just continued moving his finger slowly along the map, walking along the path.

Eighteen days.

How far could they have gone in eighteen days?

Normal carriages need to stop to rest; they probably didn’t dare to change horses at a post station.

So a carriage could travel only about six hours a day with that many clothes, and that many people.

Estimated to cover at most two hundred li a day.

So in eighteen days, less than four hundred li.

If less than four hundred li...

Yuchi’s eyes scanned the map, taking out a charcoal stick, and drew a circle centered on the post station on the map.

The circle had a radius of about five hundred li; they should be within this circle.

Carriages couldn’t take narrow paths; they must be on the main road.

Thus, on this circle’s main road, there’s only this path, which was the route they came from.

Just one direction left or right.

Given this...

"Uncle, could you inquire at the White Horse Post Station to see if any guild carriages passed recently?"

"If so, they went westward."

"If not, then ask at the Shanyang Post Station closest to the village to the east."

Yuchi said while looking earnestly at Chen Guangsheng.

Was the Celestial Capital Department’s money given for free? With nine levels of Foundation Establishment, the speed would be extremely fast.

"Okay, you all wait here; it’s just sixty li; I’ll be back within half an incense," Chen Guangsheng carelessly said.

Yuchi smiled.

Seeing Chen Guangsheng leave, observing him stand to determine the direction, then kick strongly off the ground.

He leaped away.

A Foundation Establishment Stage cultivator couldn’t yet fly, but their speed was incredibly fast!

"Wow, zero to one hundred acceleration in two seconds maybe? At this speed, Chen Guangsheng is possibly hitting over four hundred kilometers?"

Is this the power of Spiritual Qi?

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