Steal the world

Chapter 318 To steal or not to steal, that is the question! (1)

The night was dark.

Although there is a moon, the moonlight is dim.

Layers of clouds almost obscured the moonlight.

Qijia Town, a hundred miles west of the ancient city of Yunjian, slowly drove into a green silk carriage.

If you don't look carefully, it is difficult to see how this carriage is different from other ordinary passing carriages.

However, if you look carefully, you will find that the wheels of this carriage are extraordinarily heavy when they run over the loess official road.

It seemed that there was something heavy on the car.

Of course, if there is no caring person, who would pay attention to such a blue silk carriage.

The coachman was dressed in light blue cloth, and the brim of a wide straw hat was pulled down low.

The slender whip in his hand made a sound from time to time in the air.

Soon, the carriage drove into Qijia Town and stopped in front of the only inn in the town.

Qijia Town is only a few dozen miles away from Yunjian Ancient City.

Generally, passing businessmen would not stop here, so this shop is always deserted on weekdays.

Seeing a customer coming to the door, the owner's enthusiasm immediately erupted.

"Guest officer, are you alone?!"

"kindness!"

The coachman answered briefly.

"We have single rooms and common shops here. Do you want to call them single rooms or..."

The coachman interrupted his introduction lightly, "I want to rent your stable!"

Ignoring the shopkeeper's astonishment, he directly took out a small golden ingot from his pocket and handed it to him.

"The food will be delivered to the car for me in a while, now, go and clean your stable!"

The owner rubbed his eyes, almost unable to believe what he saw.

Quietly pinching his thigh, he realized that he was not dreaming.

"I'll clean up the stable for you right away!"

While talking, the owner of the store hurriedly ran through the back door and into the yard, not forgetting to tell his wife while running.

"Old woman, hurry up, butcher chicken stew!"

Soon, the owner of the store cleaned the stables cleaner than the guest rooms, came to the door with sweat on his face, and led the carriage parked in front of the store into the stables.

The coachman in Tsing Yi sat on the shaft of the chariot the whole time, motionless.

In the room at the end of the second floor of the inn, the beautiful cherry lips raised slowly.

(End of this chapter)