noffsinger Chapter 972 Mighty Strike
Chapter 972 Mighty Strike
She didn't disturb the two of them, but went directly to the kitchen on the west side.
The kitchen was deserted, with only a small pile of firewood beside the stove.
Lu Qingqing placed the three hundred taels of silver and three bags of grain that she had prepared beforehand next to the firewood.
Then, she tiptoed out the door.
She didn't disturb the people inside the house until she left.
On the street, Qin Lang saw her come out and immediately drove away in his carriage.
After leaving the alley, the carriage sped up to catch up with the procession.
When we were almost at the city gate, we finally reunited with the others.
Old Zhuang and Sun Yue breathed a sigh of relief when they saw the two return.
"Young man, Xiao Lang, you're finally back."
We were getting really anxious as the procession was about to reach the city gate.
Bai Song just said he would stop on the street ahead and wait for you.
"With so many of us, waiting at the city gate would be too conspicuous."
At the head of the group, Bai Song nodded to them as they returned and quickened his pace to catch the carriage.
When the group arrived at the North Gate, they found that there were quite a few people entering and leaving the city.
Yes, there were people leaving the city, and people entering the city!
In other words, the area north of the city is currently safe.
Otherwise, Dongyuan City would never allow anyone to enter.
Thinking of this, Lu Qingqing and the others relaxed a little.
These days, they are truly terrified by the plague.
Bai Song led the crowd to the line to leave the city.
When it was their turn, Bai Song shrewdly handed over a large purse.
The soldier squeezed the silver ingots in his purse, quite satisfied.
They didn't even bother to check the necessary documents like household registration or travel permits, and just waved us through.
In fact, a few days ago, when a plague broke out outside the city, a large number of people left the city with their families.
Recently, although fewer people have left, some have still left.
The soldiers guarding the city were already used to this.
The group successfully exited the city gate and looked back at the tall city wall of Dongyuan City, letting out a long sigh of relief.
They're out safe and sound!
Bai Song called Lu Qingqing and Qin Lang to the front to discuss their next course of action.
After determining the route, he told everyone to put on their masks and continue on their way!
The situation outside the north gate of Dongyuan City is indeed much better than that to the south.
By noon, the group had only encountered a few groups of refugees.
These refugees were not as fierce as those in the south of the city; they would often hide away as soon as they saw the number of people in their group.
No conflict occurred all morning.
Bai Song looked at the open space ahead and led his team over to stop.
As soon as the carriage stopped, many people were so tired that they sat down on the ground.
I was exhausted last night and didn't get much sleep before getting up and continuing my journey.
This is causing a lot of headaches for many people.
Bai Song was also feeling unwell at the moment, thinking that he should be safe now that he had come this far.
He then told everyone to rest on the spot for an hour.
Upon hearing this, everyone quickly lit a fire and brought out the flatbreads they had made the day before.
Heat it up a little, then start eating.
After eating, he spread his mattress on the floor, lay down, and went to sleep.
The sun is shining brightly right now, and it's not so cold to lie down on the mattress.
Before long, everyone except the two on duty fell asleep.
The various snoring sounds could be heard far and wide throughout the camp.
At this time, in Dongyuan City.
The old innkeeper, hearing his grandson complaining of hunger again, swayed as he sat up and looked outside.
Seeing that the light outside the small window was very bright, I guessed it was getting late.
He sighed; it was time for lunch again.
The family only has so much food left; every meal they eat is one less they can have!
He was lucky; he managed to rent out the inn a couple of days ago.
They received a few taels of silver and then bought some more grain.
Otherwise, the grandfather and grandson would have run out of food long ago.
He picked up the small bag of grain he had bought and scooped out about half a bowlful from it.
After thinking about it, I poured it back in a little.
He carried the grain, which barely covered the bottom of the bowl, to the kitchen.
Just as I was about to scoop some water, I discovered a grain sack next to the firewood!
He thought he was just seeing things because he was so hungry, so he shook his head, which was making him dizzy from hunger, and rubbed his eyes.
When I looked back, the grain bags were still there.
He paused for a moment, then stumbled and lunged forward.
When I finally squeezed the grains of food out of the bag, I was completely stunned.
It's like a corporate slave who's borrowed money from loan sharks and is on the verge of being driven to suicide, suddenly winning 50 million.
In my excitement, my mind went completely blank.
After a long pause, he finally checked each of the three bags one by one, his hands trembling.
Only then did they discover that, in addition to the three bags of grain, there was also a money bag underneath.
Using all his strength, he pulled the money bag out and found that there were three hundred taels of silver inside.
The old shopkeeper's first reaction was to hide it so that no one could see it.
But he quickly realized that this was his own kitchen.
The outer gates of the courtyard were all locked, so no one could see them.
It was during this time that he began to wonder where these things came from.
If it were on the street, he could say that someone dropped it by accident.
But no one would accidentally drop grain or money into his kitchen.
He hesitated for a long time before finally thinking of the strangers who rented his inn.
He didn't know what had happened, nor could he understand why they had given him so much money and food.
Suppressing his anxiety, he scooped out more grain and cooked a bowl of rice for his grandson and himself.
This was the first time in many days that he had eaten his fill.
Beside her, her grandson also rarely got a full meal.
After regaining some energy, she chattered away beside him.
After thinking for a while, the old shopkeeper told his grandson to stay home and behave himself.
Then, he locked the courtyard gate and quietly went to the inn on the front street.
In the past, he deliberately avoided the crowd and went through the back door.
Before he could even open the door, he saw the marks left by a knife on it.
I opened the door quietly and found nothing in the yard.
Before they could even catch their breath, they discovered a large patch of blood on the floor in the corner.
He was so frightened that his hands were trembling, and he quickly closed the courtyard gate.
After inspecting the entire inn, he was certain.
The food and money were given to us by those outsiders!
It's estimated that the money and food were compensation for his inn.
The old man stood in the backyard for a while, pondering, but didn't touch anything.
Instead, he quietly went out, locked the gate, and returned to the courtyard.
He concluded that those outsiders must have run into trouble.
As previously stated, they should leave the city within the next two days.
I just don't know if they've gone out yet.
But the old man felt that, just to be on the safe side, it would be better to delay for a few more days.
After all, the grain and money given by those outsiders far exceeded the current value of his inn.
With this food and money, he and his grandson could live a few more years.
He was grateful to those outsiders and naturally wouldn't cheat them.
Meanwhile, the old man quietly slipped back into his courtyard, pretending he knew nothing about the inn's affairs.