inspire-indiana Chapter 257 Don’t Lose Face
Chapter 257 Don’t Lose Face
Song Yao walked over and reached out to grab the boy's hand, but he struggled so hard that soon he was sunk deep into the sand below the waist.
"Don't struggle, relax, otherwise you will get deeper and deeper!" Song Yao was also very anxious because this guy was always struggling.
She understood the panic of being buried in the sand, but the more panic he had at this moment, the more likely he was to die.
Song Zizhou and the others also came over. He asked Song Yao to go away, and then he went to pull the servant.
The servant stretched out his hand with all his might, wanting to grab Song Zizhou's hand, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't.
"Help! Ah!! I don't want to die, help!" The servant struggled to climb up while crying at the top of his lungs.
Song Yao said in frustration, "I told you to relax and stop struggling, otherwise you'll get deeper and deeper into trouble!"
The servant was not going to listen to Song Yao's words. Struggling was his instinct and he didn't want to do it.
However, the more he struggled, the easier it was for him to sink deeper.
Finally, Song Zizhou had grabbed his hand, but the quicksand was too strong and the servant had no place to put his strength, and in the end he almost dragged Song Zizhou in.
Seeing that the servant was pulling him hard, he didn't want to be pulled in, so he had to let go.
The servant was directly submerged by the quicksand.
The screams stopped abruptly.
Song Yao frowned and looked at Song Zizhou, "Why don't you pull him up?"
"I couldn't pull him, he was pulling me," Song Zizhou said. "I could only let go of his hand."
At this time, he certainly couldn't use brute force to pull him up, because the other party had no fulcrum and would only pull him hard, and he had no place to gain leverage, so he could only let go.
Song Yao didn't say anything else. After all, she knew that with the servant's panic-stricken look, he would definitely drag Song Zizhou away.
Then she called the others and left.
Returning to the crowd, Song Yao said seriously, "There is quicksand in the desert. If you fall into it, you will definitely die. Everyone should be more careful in the future."
Song He asked, "Is that person dead?"
Song Yao glanced at Song He and nodded, "Yeah."
He didn't prepare the rope in time. If he had, perhaps he wouldn't have died.
It's just that it's no use saying this now.
Then, everyone continued on their journey.
After what just happened, everyone was afraid to step on anything when walking, and even afraid to look around, and kept looking at the road under their feet.
No one spoke anymore. Some were walking, some were riding camels.
After walking for a very long time, some people's soles were rubbed to the point of bleeding and were extremely painful.
It was three quarters past noon when they stopped to rest and eat.
Song Yao had carefully checked this place and found no quicksand.
After resting, they continued their journey.
One of the maids was unhappy. She stood there and looked at Song Yao and the others, "I don't want to walk anymore. My feet are bleeding. I really can't walk anymore."
Everyone stopped and looked at the maid.
The maid's name was Xiao Cui. Seeing that everyone was looking at her, she felt a little nervous.
Song Yao glanced at Xiao Cui, then at the others, and then asked, "Whose feet are bleeding?"
Six maids and seven servants all raised their hands.
They always walked because there were no extra camels or horses for them to ride.
Seeing this, Song Yao looked at Shen Xianyi and the others on the horses and camels, "You guys get off and let them ride the horses and camels. After all, their feet are bleeding and they can't walk anymore. Let them ride first."
The result was that Shen Xianyi, Zhou Yunrong, Song Silan, Song Chuxue and all the people riding on horseback strongly objected, saying that they had never walked on this road and could not walk on it. They also said that they had always ridden in carriages, so how could they have walked on this road?
Especially Song Shuirong, she let them walk by themselves, and said that they were walking on sand, not on a mountain road, so how could their feet be bleeding? They must be lying, wanting to be lazy and not want to walk.
The result of saying this was that they all took off their shoes and showed them to everyone to prove that they were not lying.
However, even so, Song Shuirong did not give up.
She looked at the servants and said, "Even if we were exiled, you are still servants. Really, how can servants ride horses while masters walk?"
After hearing what Song Shuirong said, the servants were a little angry, but they did not dare to refute and could only swallow their anger.
Song Yao looked at Song Shuirong with a cold look in her eyes. "I've said it before, no one is a servant here, and no one is a master. We are all treated equally. Either you come down on your own, or I'll have someone throw you down!"
She had long disliked Song Shuirong, who often bullied the servants, used her status to suppress them, and complained about them.
If it weren't for Chen He's sake, I would have kicked her out long ago!
Chen He didn't want this to get out of hand, so he walked up to Song Shuirong and said, "Come down. Their feet are bleeding and they can't walk. Just let them sit. It's not a big deal."
"It's no big deal?" Song Shuirong looked at Chen He in annoyance. "Don't forget, I'm your wife. You should help me, not those servants. As long as they are servants, they will always be servants. Even if the king of heaven comes, he can't change this fact!"
Xiao Cui cried and said, "I won't sit."
Chen He glanced at Xiao Cui, then at Song Shuirong. "Their feet were injured and they couldn't walk, so they asked you to get off and let them ride the camel. How come you don't have any sympathy at all?"
"Compassion? You know what kind of life we're living now. If we had compassion, we would have died eight hundred times!" Song Shuirong said, then she looked at Song Yao, "After all, I'm your elder, and I'm also the master of those servants. No matter what, I won't give way."
Song Jiaojiao stepped forward and looked at Chen He. "Dad, everyone is riding camels and horses. You can't just let mom be the only servant."
Shen Xianyi said, "To be honest, we are old and it is very difficult for us to walk. They are young, so the worst that can happen is that we can just walk slower."
Shen Xianyi, Zhou Yunrong and the others are all in their thirties or forties. The desert is already difficult to walk in, and if they come down, it will really be like hell on earth.
"I've said it before, there's no master or servant here, everyone is treated equally. I don't care if you're older, my elders, or anything else, at a time like this, you should give way to others!" Song Yao said, "I'll give you one more chance. If you don't come down, I'll have someone come and throw you down. Don't lose face then!"
Most of the people sitting on horses and camels are lazy and like to eat.
They simply didn't listen to her and treat them equally, nor did they help with the work. In short, Song Yao didn't want to endure it anymore.
Anyway, she doesn't want anyone to treat her as their master.
Chen He said in frustration, "Come down, you won't die if you walk a few steps!"
Song Shuirong, Shen Xianyi and the others naturally didn't want to come down, but Song Yao said that if they didn't come down, she would call someone to throw them down. This was too embarrassing, so in the end they could only come down reluctantly.