MTL - After Emptying the Enemy’s Warehouse, He Carried Supplies To Survive the Disaster Years-Chapter 8 travel
Chapter 8 Travel
Ziyu drove a mule cart covered with cotton and linoleum, jingling and accompanied by radish strips and cabbage leaves swaying on the cart, as they gathered at the city gate.
“Hahaha, little brother, I can’t move!”
Steward Wang, who had heard that Ziyu had prepared a lot of things, saw that the mule cart he was driving was full of things, and there was even a large bundle of fodder tied on the roof of the cart.
“Hey, Manager Wang is just kidding. I’m not bringing my sister with me, I just want to be more prepared.”
Ziyu smiled and handed two silver ingots with a few scratches to Wang Guanshi. If it weren't for the fear of being blinded, the two carriages would have been used.
Steward Wang habitually weighed the silver ingots in his hand, confirmed that they were correct, put them into the bucket bag on his back, and looked around the mule cart.
“This design is good. The front support can keep out rain and snow, and the hook at the back is also very suitable. It just fixes the outer layer of linoleum to the car.”
Steward Wang opened the curtain and saw that there was a layer of tight muslin inside, and more than half of the carriage was piled with things. He was a promising young man.
Seeing that everyone had arrived, Manager Wang got on the front carriage. The whip in the driver's hand made a hollow sound, and the carriage slowly started to move.
Ziyu, who was waiting nearby, saw that there were twenty-eight horse-drawn carriages and mule-carts, but twenty of them were empty. There were five horse-drawn carriages and mule-carts following behind.
There were thirty people following on horseback, and there were two strong men driving each car. It was considered a large caravan.
The team members are all very energetic and fierce, and they are not easy to mess with at first glance.
Except for Manager Wang, all the caravan members were dressed in uniform black uniforms, each carrying a riding whip, giving the impression of being capable and tough.
Ziyu, who was at the end of the queue, was fully armed with only her eyes, mouth and nose exposed. She wore a large cotton hat and a piece of linoleum tied in front of her body to keep out the wind.
The biting cold wind in the early morning was mixed with the dust brought by the vehicles in front, hitting the dusty layer on the purple jade-green cotton robe.
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At noon, the sky is gloomy and the north wind blows.
Pedestrians on the road turned sideways to avoid the wind and sand, and the advancing convoy showed no signs of stopping, but instead accelerated its speed.
Ziyu touched her hungry belly, took off the water bag from her waist and drank water, feeling refreshed after a cold war.
【No wonder there are two drivers in each car, what a miscalculation! 】
“Brother, I want to pee!” Zi Luo, who was holding back her blush, opened a corner of the windshield in front and stuck out her little head.
“Pee in the chamber pot, the one **** in the corner, and eat the snacks in your backpack when you’re hungry.”
Ziyu touched the curtain with her elbow, and Ziluo obediently put down the small curtain and started messing around in the carriage.
She reached into her cotton robe and took out a large steamed bun. She turned her eyes and started to eat. However, a guard who turned around inadvertently looked at her and her eyebrows jumped.
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At midnight, light snow fell, and there were fewer and fewer pedestrians and vehicles on the road.
“The cars behind should speed up. We can rest after walking a little further. If the weather is bad, please be careful!” A guard shouted back as he jumped on his horse.
Turning into the trail, a distant village came into view, and the group couldn't help but speed up against the wind.
The traveling convoy did not enter the village, but stayed at the head of the village near the water source.
After getting off the car, Manager Wang took two guards into the village to greet people.
The people in the convoy were busy feeding the animals, burying pots to make food, and setting up tents. Everything was busy in an orderly manner.
Ziyu jumped out of the mule cart and stretched her frozen legs, looking around.
“Mom, what the **** is this place? There is obviously a village, why don’t you go in and stay overnight?
I don’t want to live in the wild, it’s too unsafe! "A delicate girl's voice came from the big car in front.
"Follow your elder brother's arrangements. When you get to the next town, my mother will find you the best inn to stay in."
Purple Yu listened to the obvious words of a mother-in-law and led the mule cart away from the troublesome person. She did not like to be abused.
Since all the good seats were occupied by the convoy, Ziyu picked a spot that was not too far away, took off the baffle, took Ziluo out of the car, unloaded the mules, and fed them with water and food.
In order to prevent the carriage from accidentally sliding away, a **** was taken out from the mezzanine and two shallow holes were dug behind the wheels. “Xiao Luo, watch the mule.”
Zi Luo obediently stood in front of the mule that was beginning to eat the grass, and did not cry when she saw her brother carrying a small wooden bucket to fetch water.
Ziyu was busy fetching water from the creek and filtering it. After serving the mules and re-harnessing them, an old man, a young man, and three stewards left the village with torches.
Behind them were seven or eight men and women carrying burdens. Under the light of the torch, it was easy to see that there were firewood, fresh vegetables with mud, small jars and dustpans with lids.
“Everyone, stop what you are doing. This is the village chief of Huanghua Village. I have a few words to say to you.” Manager Wang greeted everyone.
“Hello fellow young and old, Huanghua Village welcomes you. If you need it, you can stay in the village.
In the evening, please be careful of candlelight, don't trample on the crops.
Here are some firewood and food brought by the villagers. Please help me.
One more thing, please don’t enter the village in the dark in the middle of the night. There are guards in the village and there will be consequences at your own risk. "
The old man’s half-soft and half-hard words sounded really interesting, and Ziyu was the first to respond.
“Thank you for your hard work, old man. I want a bundle of firewood and two cabbages. Do you have any eggs?”
“Haha, brother, it’s so cool. Dunzi didn’t even bring your things over and let me pick them out.”
The old man touched his beard and roared back, full of energy.
A simple and honest middle-aged man picked up the burden and ran a few steps, stopped in front of Ziyu and opened the lid.
“Brother, eggs cost one penny each, cabbage costs three cents each, and some of the home-made pickles and hot sauce.”
The seemingly innocent middle-aged man introduced his own products without any pause.
Ziyu smiled and bought twenty eggs, two small jars of pickles, hot sauce, two cabbages, and a bundle of thin sticks of firewood.
“Thank you, little brother, the total amount is 51 Wen, and I’ll charge you 50 Wen!”
Dunzi smiled innocently, but a shrewdness flashed in his eyes.
Ziyu happily counted out 50 Wen and handed it to Dunzi. When she left with the things, some people gathered around and rushed to buy them.
In the end, the remaining things of the villagers were wrapped up by the caravan, and everyone got what they needed and returned home happily.
A carriage and a mule cart left together with the village chief.
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Ziyu lit a bonfire not far from the mule cart and buried the pot to make rice. The people in the caravan had already eaten.
Add two tablespoons of aspic to the boiling pot, cut into finely shredded cabbage, and beat in three eggs.
Two palm-sized pieces of dough were spread out in his left hand, and the kitchen knife in his right hand was slicing the dough. Zi Luo, who was guarding the stove to light the fire, opened his mouth wide in shock.
“Xiao Luo closes his mouth and his teeth are about to fall out!” Ziyu joked.
Ziluo, with her hands blackened, closed her chin with her hands with a red face, leaving a few black marks as she wished.
“Hahaha, Ziyu, it’s hard for you to be a brother!”
Steward Wang, who came after smelling the fragrance, really admired him for knowing everything at such a young age, and he was better than many grown men.
“Manager Wang is just kidding. You have to live well while you’re alive, not to mention that there’s a little Douding that you can’t live without.
If you don’t mind, come and try my craftsmanship. "
“Haha, then I’m not welcome!”
Wang Guanshi traveled all over the country. The most troublesome thing on his trade journey was food. Every time, there were several big pots of stew that tasted like pig food.
As time went by, he also had enough to eat.
(End of this chapter)
