MTL - After Emptying the Enemy’s Warehouse, He Carried Supplies To Survive the Disaster Years

Chapter 6 The Taste of Freedom

On the official road, the horses galloping by brought up gusts of wind and sand, which made Ziyu, who was driving the car, cough.

The officers and soldiers who frequently left the city scared some timid passers-by and sent them home. Ziyu silently tied a silk handkerchief and covered her face.

She thought that the things she handed over would be enough to kill An Guohou without a burial place, and a sweet smile appeared on her lips.

The further away from Yundu, the lighter Ziyu feels, as if she is freed from shackles.

 In her eighteen-year career as a bodyguard in her previous life, Ziyu encountered many strange things. She was not a true materialist.

  There is God's will in the dark, and a new life has truly begun.

Xiagufu, the city closest to Yundu, occupies an important geographical location and is the only city that must be passed by when heading north.

Five days later, the dusty Ziyu hurriedly paid the ten cents entry fee in front of the city gate, and then walked down the quaint streets with a mule cart.

Stores with good business have hung up lanterns one after another, while those with little business have started to open their doors to end a hard day's work.

Most of the shops near the city gate have one-story wooden structures. There is a handsome young man standing at the door of the wine shop and inn to greet the customers.

Haunted with a green voice, each one louder than the other, giving Ziyu the illusion of being in a movie studio.

 Lying at the window and looking at the strange purple luo, it is not much better than the purple jade, with scattered beads and flowers on the corners.

 “Brother, there are so many people!” The tired little face immediately became energetic as soon as he entered the city.

Looking at the people passing by with bright eyes, this little guy was traveling for the first time and was extremely curious about everything.

　In addition to sleeping in the carriage along the way, I would ask questions about everything I saw, not even leaving a tree alone.

Ziyu, who had never taken care of a child, wanted to throw him out of the car several times and let him die on his own, but in the end he could not bring himself to do it.

"This is called Xiagufu. We will rest here for a few days. My brother will take you to play in the streets tomorrow morning."

 “Okay! Brother is the best!”

 In with with with with his sweet mouth and clapping his hands, maybe that's why Ziyu couldn't bear to abandon him!

 …

“Sir, would you like to be beaten or stay in a hotel?

Our store is safe, hygienic and child-friendly. We have a complete range of cooking and cooking dishes. "The young man bowed to Ziyu and stretched out his hand to take the rope in her hand.

Ziyu glanced at the Dazhong Inn behind him. It was a two-story wooden building. The plaque on the door glowed under the lantern.

 “It’s hard work, I live in a hotel and work as a jobber, and I want a quiet upper room.”

 “Okay, sir, please!” the boy responded loudly, and a loud tenor voice in the inn responded.

“Young Master is both staying in a hotel and working in a hotel, so I want to have a quiet room! Please come in!”

Ziyu handed the reins to the young boy, hugged Zi Luo, took out the baggage in the carriage, and threw ten copper coins to the young boy.

I saw the boy holding up a pocket of clothes, and the copper coins fell back into the clothes, and he sang loudly.

 “Thank you, Master!”

With those skilled movements, one can tell at a glance that this kind of thing happens often.

 …

　　When the two of them finished washing and sat in the upper room, where they paid half a tael of silver a night, for dinner, a stick of incense had already passed by.

The wooden basin in the corner contains a large basin of freshly washed clothes. There is no way to change the clothes along the way, so I can only wash them by the way.

 On the small round table, there is a simple meat and vegetable dish, plus the ever-changing bowl of steamed eggs, a plate of steamed buns and two bowls of rice.

Ziyu, who has a huge sum of money, has no habit of extravagance and waste, and he uses every piece of silver carefully along the way.

 The silver ingots she took out were all broken into small pieces. For unmarked silver ingots, there was no need to be so careful. But the caution developed in her previous life has become a habit, and it is this habit that has saved her from all kinds of troubles.

 The two of them did not have any entertainment after the meal. After calling the waiter to clean up the mess, they closed the door early to rest.

 …

 Zi Shi, when it is late at night and people are quiet.

Ziyu on the bed suddenly opened her eyes. She glanced at Ziluo, who was sleeping like a little pig on her side, and turned over and got up from the bed.

　　Tucking her pillow into the quilt, she walked silently on the wooden floor wearing a cotton robe and bare feet.

　Autumn nights in the north are already as cool as water, and your feet are cold to the touch.

 A large basin of undried clothes disappeared into the corner of the house, and Ziyu appeared in the space, hanging the clothes to dry on a bamboo pole set up on the balcony of the villa.

　　After several days of her non-stop tidying up, the things in the villa have been put away by category. A list is posted at the door of each room, and the entire villa is filled to the brim.

Ten luxury carriages that were temporarily unavailable were lined up in front of the villa. The most spacious carriage was covered with soft silk quilts and became a refuge for the siblings in times of crisis.

Ziyu quickly changed into night clothes and black boots. Only her eyes and nose were exposed under the black hood, and she disappeared into the space.

Ziyu stood close to the window, listening to the ups and downs of snoring coming from the inn, and gently lifted the window lattice and climbed out of the room.

 Before moving in, Ziyu casually inquired about the layout of the city from the waiter.

The streets were pitch black in the cold wind, and only the distant sound of the clock could be heard.

The officers and soldiers passing by during the day did not leave any tense atmosphere in this city hundreds of kilometers away from the capital.

The petite black figure walked into the yamen and went straight to the clerk's room. Under the illumination of a night pearl in the clenched palm of his fist, Ziyu opened the locked cabinet and pulled out two blank household registration papers.

Comparing the handwriting on the household registration book, the two real household registrations were completed quickly, and the stamping was completed in two seconds.

Ziyu returned the items to their place, erased all traces of her presence, and left without a trace.

 Darkness and cold cover everything well.

 …

Walking on the busy street, the brother and sister held hands and each ate a bunch of candied haws. The slightly sweet and sour taste made the brother and sister squint and grin.

Ziyu has a bunch of paper bags slung on her shoulders, and even the lovely Zi Luo has not escaped the fate of hanging paper bags on her neck.

The brothers and sisters shopped and ate along the four bustling main streets, attracting many passers-by's attention. Fortunately, they only bought cheap food and did not attract the attention of professionals on the street corners.

Ziyu, who was letting herself go, couldn't help but take a second look when she saw a young woman wearing jingle rings and carrying a furry bag as small as a wallet.

"What are you looking at? Is my lady something you and other commoners can see?"

 My young lady is the cousin of Mr. Futai, and she is not worthy of you. "

The tapered-faced maid next to the young woman stood on her waist and loudly accused Ziyu.

 “Haha, people who don’t know would think you are the matron of the house!

A maid dares to ruin her master's reputation like this, she must be punished! "

Ziyu put one hand on her waist and shook her feet, squinting at the overbearing maid. The young woman's face changed in an instant, and she waved her hand and gave the maid a slap.

 “Noisy!” He glared at Ziyu again and walked away with a puff of sleeves.

 “Tsk tsk…”

Ziyu shook her head and entered the shop where the woman had just come out, leaving passers-by stunned.

 In Qizhen Pavilion, handmade bags of different styles are hung on the wall at the entrance, mostly small decorative bags.

 (End of this chapter)