After evacuating the enemy's warehouse, carry supplies through the disaster year

Chapter 7 The Taste of Freedom

On the official road, the galloping horses rolled up gusts of wind and sand, which made Ziyu who was driving coughed.

The officers and soldiers who frequently went out of the city frightened some timid passers-by to go back home. Ziyu silently tied a silk handkerchief on her face.

She thought that the things handed over were enough to cause An Guohou to die without a place to bury her, and a sweet smile appeared on the corner of her mouth.

The farther away from Yundu, Ziyu felt more relaxed, as if she was out of shackles.

During her 18 years as a bodyguard in her previous life, Ziyu encountered many strange things. She was not a true materialist.

There is righteousness in the dark, and a new life really begins.

Xiagu Mansion, the closest prefecture to Yundu, occupies an important geographical position and is the only city to pass to the north.

Five days later, the dusty Ziyu paid the entrance fee of ten cents at the gate of the city gate, and then walked down the ancient streets with a mule cart.

Shops with good business hung up lanterns one after another, while those with little business began to put up door panels to end the hard work of the day.

The shops near the city gate are mostly made of one-story wooden structure. There is a handsome young man standing at the door of the wine shop and inn, greeting the guests.

Shouting in a youthful voice, the voices are louder than each other, giving Ziyu the illusion of a film and television city.

The strange Ziluo lying on the window is not much better than Ziyu, the corners are always scattered with beads and flowers crooked.

"Brother, there are so many people!" As soon as the tired little face entered the city, he immediately regained his energy.

Looking at the crowd with sparkling eyes, the little guy who went out for the first time was very curious about everything.

Along the way, besides sleeping in the carriage, I would ask whatever I saw, and I would not let go of even a single tree.

Ziyu, who has never brought a kid with her, wanted to throw him out of the car several times to let him fend for himself, but in the end he couldn't be cruel.

"This is called Xiagu Mansion. We will rest here for a few days, and brother will take you to the streets tomorrow morning."

"Okay! Brother is the best!"

An annoying little brat with a small mouth clapping his hands sweetly, maybe that's why Ziyu couldn't bear to abandon him!

...

"My lord, may I ask whether you should stay at the top or stay in the hotel!

Our store is safe, hygienic, and child-friendly, with a complete range of stir-fried vegetables and noodles. "The little fellow bowed towards Ziyu, stretching out his hand to catch the stiff rope in her hand.

Ziyu glanced at the Dazhong Inn behind him, a two-story wooden building, and the plaque at the door glistened under the lantern.

"Brother Hardworking, I'm staying in the hotel and working on the tip, I want a quiet upper room."

"Okay, sir!" The boy responded loudly, and a sonorous tenor voice in the inn responded.

"Young master is both staying in the hotel and working on the tip, a quiet upper room! Please come inside!"

Ziyu handed over the reins to the boy, hugged Ziluo and took down the baggage in the carriage, and threw ten copper coins to the boy.

I saw the young man pulling up his lapel pocket, and the copper coins fell back into the lapel, singing loudly.

"Thank you, Young Master, for the reward!"

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

...

When the two of them finished washing and sat in the upper room for one night and a half taels of silver to eat dinner, a stick of incense had passed.

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

On the small round table, there is a simple dish of meat and vegetables, plus a never-changing bowl of steamed eggs, a plate of steamed buns and two bowls of rice.

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

The silver ingots she took out were all broken into small pieces by her. There was no need to be so careful about the unmarked silver ingots.

But the cautiousness she developed in her previous life has become a habit, and it is this habit that has saved her from all kinds of troubles.

After the meal, the two of them didn't have any entertainment, and after calling Xiao Er to clean up the mess, they closed the door early to rest.

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At midnight, in the dead of night.

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

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

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

A large basin of undried clothes disappeared in the corner of the room, and Ziyu, who appeared in the space, hung the clothes to dry on the bamboo poles erected on the balcony of the villa.

After several days of uninterrupted cleaning, the things in the villa have been sorted and put away. There is a list pasted on the door of each room, and the whole villa is full.

Ten luxurious 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. Under the black hood, only her eyes and nose were exposed, and disappeared into the space.

Ziyu, who was standing against the window, listened to the ups and downs of snoring coming from the inn, and gently lifted the window lattice to climb out of the room.

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

The windy street was pitch black, with only the occasional sound of distant shifting.

The officers and soldiers who rode by during the day did not leave any tension in the city hundreds of kilometers away from the capital.

The petite black shadow entered the government office and went straight to the clerk's room. Under the illumination of a night pearl in her clenched fist, Ziyu opened the locked cabinet and took out two blank household registration papers.

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

Ziyu put all the items back in place, erased the traces of her presence, and left without a trace.

Dark and cold, it covers everything up nicely.

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

Ziyu carried a string of paper bags on her shoulders, and even the cute Ziluo's neck did not escape the fate of hanging paper bags.

The brothers and sisters bought and ate all the way along the four bustling main streets, attracting the attention of many passers-by. Fortunately, they were all cheap food, which did not attract the attention of professionals on the street corner.

Ziyu, who let herself go, saw a young woman wearing a tinkling ring and carrying a furry bag as small as a wallet, so she couldn't help but take a second look.

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

My young lady is a cousin girl in the master's house, and you are not worthy of it. "

The conical-faced maid next to the young woman put her waist in and loudly accused Ziyu.

"Hehe, people who don't know think you are the head of the house!
How dare a servant girl tarnish her master's reputation in this way, her heart is to be punished! "

Ziyu put one hand on her waist and shook her feet, squinting at the domineering maid, the young woman changed her face in an instant, and slapped the maid with her hands.

"Scratch~noisy!" He glared at Ziyu fiercely again, and left with a flick of his sleeve.

"Tsk tsk..."

Ziyu walked into the shop where the woman had just come out, shaking her head, leaving passers-by stunned.

In Qizhen Pavilion, there are handmade bags of different styles hanging on the wall at the entrance, most of which are small decorative bags.

(End of this chapter)