Tian's little cook

Chapter 887 Battle Camp
"Is that what you are like now?" Lin Zhen'er sneered, "You can't even afford a wheel."

Li Liangcai was dissatisfied with her words, but he couldn't refute them.

"Is it in this restaurant?" Lin Zhen'er pointed to the restaurant next to her, "Is the one surnamed Zhu on it?"

"It must be. Didn't the innkeeper say that he comes here for lunch every day." Li Liangcai nodded affirmatively.

"Then hurry up and find someone, who will listen to you when he's drunk." Lin Zhen'er urged.

Last time they exchanged everything for silver in Pingcheng, most of them were used to buy goods and were going to be shipped to Umuja for sale.

As a result, the war is now strictly controlled, and there must be a customs clearance certificate from the government to go from Yanta City to Umuja.

However, it is very difficult for ordinary people to obtain this customs clearance certificate. They are not familiar with this place, so they can only be anxious.

Later, Li Liang found out that there was a local named Zhu who often went to Umuja to sell goods. The scale was quite large, and he had some relationship with the government. If he looked for him, he might be able to get a certificate of customs clearance.

So, Li Liangcai came here on purpose, wanting him to help.

"Let's go." Li Liangcai didn't dare to delay any longer, and led Lin Zhen'er inside.

As long as he can get the customs clearance certificate, he will not be far from making a fortune.
-
Maybe he just had enough food, sitting in the shaky carriage, Lin Zhimo gradually became drowsy, and his expression became tired.

When Huangfu saw her for the first time, he held her by the shoulder, let her lean on his shoulder, and said softly, "Zhimo, sleep for a while, and I will call you when we arrive."

"Yeah." Lin Zhimo nodded, she really couldn't bear the call of sleepiness, so she decided to recover her spirit first.

Leaning on Lin Jiao, smelling the familiar scent that made him feel at ease, Lin Zhimo quickly fell asleep.

Huangfu Chu ordered the carriage to drive more steadily, turned around and kissed her gently on the face, leaning against her and closing his eyes slightly to rest his mind.

When he was about to reach the camp, Huangfu Chu woke up Lin Zhimo, "Zhimo, we're here."

Lin Zhimo opened his eyes in a daze, looked at Huangfu Chu and said in a daze, "Are you home?"

"Home?" Huangfu Chu smiled, "I'm not home yet, we'll go back later."

At this time, the shouts of soldiers training came from outside the carriage, and Lin Zhimo just woke up like a dream, remembering where he was.

It turned out that she had just dreamed that she and Huangfuchu were going back to Fenglin Village in a carriage together after finishing their business at Jukefang, just like before.

So when Huangfu first woke her up, she was in a trance for a moment, unable to tell whether it was reality or a dream.

"Are you homesick?" Huangfu Chu took him into his arms and said softly, "I will definitely take you back when everything is settled."

"En." Lin Zhimo nodded slowly, suddenly felt sore eyes, and quickly buried his head in Huangfuchu's arms, suppressing tears.

She believed that if Huangfu Chu could do it, they would definitely return to Yunze City and their home together.

"Your Highness, we have arrived." Jingzhong's voice sounded.

Huangfuchu got up first to get out of the carriage, lifted the curtain, and stretched out his hand to help Lin Zhimo out of the carriage.

As soon as he got out of the car, Lin Zhimo was immediately shocked by the scene in front of him.

On the spacious and boundless flat ground, military tents stood up one after another, stretching endlessly.

Tens of thousands of people practiced at the same time in the open space on the side, and their voices were majestic and loud, piercing into the sky.

The big flag with the word "Victory" fluttered violently in the air, as if to fuel the momentum for the drill.

The shock she saw in front of her eyes was not at all what Lin Zhimo saw on TV in her previous life.

Even the feeling when watching the National Day military parade is completely incomparable with now.

(End of this chapter)