Daily Life in the Countryside After Being Reborn-Chapter 39 - 38: The First Pot of Gold (Second Night Watch)

Just as the train crawled along the tracks for a few dozen meters, how did that little girl transform from a benevolent apple-giving queen into a pitiable Snow White?

Before the two youngsters could react, they rushed towards Xiao Xian like eagles preying on a chicken—there were thirty thousand in "blood and sweat money" in their bags.

"What are you doing, don’t move," the male conductor raised his voice to stop the two, warily pulling out his walkie-talkie.

"Comrade, that kid snatched our waist pack," Blue Hair couldn’t wait to smash the apple onto the grimacing face that Xiao Xian was making. This old and the young, how could they be so difficult to serve. One knows martial arts, and the other knows tricks, they couldn’t possibly be escapees from a circus.

"Where is it? I didn’t see the child holding any waist pack. I only saw you snatching the child’s apple. Such grown people, don’t you know shame?" The male conductor eyed the two youngsters, each holding a big apple, grinning disgustingly, making one loathe the sight. Behind them, the little girl blinked her large eyes, still carrying a hint of fear.

"It’s true, comrade, we saw it with our own eyes. While she was giving us the apples, she took our handbag. Look... if you don’t believe us, you can search her. Sure enough, it’s on her," Blue Hair’s companion stubbornly pointed at Xiao Xian’s bulging cotton jacket, convinced that even if Xiao Xian was performing sleight of hand, it was just a distraction; that waist pack and the more than thirty thousand yuan must be hidden on her. He refused to believe if they stripped the child’s clothes, the money would genuinely disappear.

"Moreover, I recognize you two circling around. Don’t tell me you fancy the little girl because she’s cute and want to abduct her," the male conductor narrowed his eyes menacingly. What could be hidden inside a child’s cotton jacket?

However, the child was quite well-behaved. Even though she felt wronged after hearing his words, she still obediently unbuttoned her cotton jacket, revealing the thick sweater inside.

"It’s not like that, comrade. Really, it was that kid, our more than thirty thousand yuan is..." Blue Hair grew anxious, and his mouth slipped, unintentionally revealing the amount.

Hearing this, the male conductor sensed something was wrong. Hadn’t there been consecutive thefts on the train these days, and wasn’t the amount involved also more than thirty thousand?

"Both of you, take out your tickets and let me see," the male conductor spoke sharply, contacting a few other conductors.

"We have our tickets, and we definitely didn’t evade the fare. Eh, isn’t it also in the waist pack? Bloody brat," Blue Hair’s accomplice glared at Xiao Xian while already retreating towards the train door. The door was pushed open, and the two young people, despite the high-speed movement of the train, embraced their heads and jumped off, cursing that damned girl. If they ever ran into her again, they wouldn’t let her off easy.

"Calling, calling, two suspected thieves jumped off the train at a location one hundred kilometers from Guiyang, aged around twenty-three or four..." At this time, it was already nightfall, and many on the train had drifted into sleep. The male conductor asked about Xiao Xian’s seat while telling her to return to her seat for now.

Xiao Xian glanced at the two big red apples lying on the ground, pursed her lips, "Thank you, uncle, I’m going back now."

Taking advantage of a few attendants walking towards the carriages, Xiao Xian returned to Carriage No.5, but she did not immediately return to her seat; instead, she first went to the restroom.

As soon as the restroom door closed, Xiao Xian held her breath from the stench and immediately entered her space. She had thought that the money in her waist pouch would have been completely swallowed up by now, but upon entering her space, she found that the little black pouch was still lying there intact. The green and red banknotes from her purse, however, had already spilled out when she had thrown it into the space carelessly.

"How strange, is there something even my garbage space won’t swallow? Are you getting picky like Dahuang now?" Xiao Xian picked up a few notes. She didn’t have much of a concept of money yet, only knowing that whenever Zhu Shijun would go out, he would stuff some similar bills into her trouser pocket.

The "sugarcane seedling" shuddered, and its verdant stem sprouted a bunch of bump-like things similar to goosebumps. A moment later, "Dirty!"

Xiao Xian looked again at the banknotes in both her hands. It seems the Iron-grade space was disdainful of dirty money, too lazy to even bother swallowing it.

Actually, it’s not the fault of the Iron-grade space, nor the "sugarcane seedling." Back in the Yunteng Continent, the space used to consume things that contained spiritual energy. After arriving in this new world, the quality of its "diet" had declined drastically. Some ignorant person even threw in money covered with all sorts of stains and bacteria, so the sugarcane seedling’s space simply "refused to eat."

"Wait, are you communicating with me?" Before Xiao Xian could even say it out loud, the little fairy seedling proudly straightened its stem. It was a one-of-a-kind Chaos Immortal Seedling, knowing the thoughts of a lower being like a human was natural for it.

Xiao Xian was speechless, "Then you tell me, how can I quickly upgrade my spatial spiritual power?" This was what Xiao Xian was most concerned about at the moment. Zhu Shijun’s health had been deteriorating lately, and Xiao Xian couldn’t think of any solutions. If only her space were more advanced, she would surely be able to grow Immortal Herbs that could cure all illnesses.

"Iron-clad carriage," Xiao Xian mused on the hint given by the sugarcane seedling. The amount of spiritual energy a space can absorb at night is related to the space’s own grade, but during the day, how much iron Xiao Xian can acquire, especially refined iron, depends on her efforts.

"Iron-clad carriage?" Xiao Xian pondered, wasn’t she currently on an endlessly long iron-clad carriage? But she couldn’t possibly stuff an entire freight carriage inside, could she?

After coming out of the restroom, Xiao Xian sat back in her seat. Beside her, Zhu Shijun was still sleeping soundly, coughing a few times in his sleep.

"If I use the money inside to buy San Gouzi’s iron-clad carriage, I wonder if he would agree," Xiao Xian sighed, leaning back in the train seat and sinking into deep thought.

**

In the luxury sleeper carriage, Zhou Ziang sat on the train, looking at the mountains that undulated monotonously. Having seen the bustling cityscape, Xi Lijuan and her husband quickly grew tired of the repetitive sight of nature and began to feel sleepy. Zhou Ziang gazed out of the window at the ever-changing snowy landscape on the journey from Shanghai to Guiyang. First, it was a vast expanse of snow, which melted as the train sped on. Some fields were covered in snow, others showed only dark soil. Every few hours, the train would enter an unknown station, the loudspeaker announcing one unfamiliar place name after another. Five hundred kilometers, three hundred kilometers, one hundred kilometers, the distances on the signs beside the railway were shrinking, and his eyes were fatigued from the prolonged focus.

Why was he here, and why was he heading to Guiyang? Zhou Ziang pursued cultivation because he didn’t believe in fate, and yet it was fate that deprived him of the opportunity to cultivate. That White Pear Tree on the television, Zhou Ziang had only glanced at it and immediately noticed the spiritual energy on it that was the same as in his own space. This was why he was going to Guiyang.

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