Quick travel: The poor little thing in the period novel strikes back

Shi Yan did not deal with the person outside the gate immediately. At this moment, there was a sound of someone moving in the yard of the village chief's house next door. The man outside the door was startled and left in a hurry.

"Humph, you run fast enough."

While Shi Yan was still bathing, she knew that the eavesdropper had left, and there was some regret in her murmurs.

The next morning;

A tall figure was walking quickly on the dirt road leading to the city. He stopped at an intersection only after he saw the shadow of a building.

Almost half an hour later, a truck with a muddy exterior stopped at the intersection and the driver's window was rolled down.

"Brother Zhao, have you made your decision?"

Zhao Ze nodded with a serious expression.

The driver was very satisfied with Zhao Ze's decision. He reached out and patted Zhao Ze's shoulder through the car door.

"Okay, go lie down under the straw in the back. Don't worry, I'm going to deliver food to the neighboring province and pick up some goods for the supply and marketing cooperative. You'll only be frozen for a few days, but you'll definitely make money on this trip."

"Brother Lin, I listen to you."

It is winter now, and even though Zhao Ze was wearing warm clothes, his hands and feet were still cold after standing in the cold wind for more than half an hour. It was not until he crawled into the straw pile that he finally felt the warmth and felt a little sleepy.

But Zhao Ze didn't dare to sleep at all at this moment. He pawned the jade and gold ring passed down from his family this time, got the start-up capital, and planned to go to the neighboring province to buy some goods and engage in reselling.

Because he had no letter of introduction, he could only hide in a pile of straw and had to stay alert at all times. If he encountered a checkpoint with strict inspections, he had to hide under a car.

Zhao Ze didn't dare tell anyone about his decision. No matter how much money he made as a profiteer, it was still illegal. The fewer people who knew about it, the safer it was.

Therefore, Shi Yan and the Zhao couple also waited until after dinner, when it was time for Zhao Ze to change his dressings, and they were still not there, only to realize that Zhao Ze had disappeared for a whole day.

"Xiao Lian, did our Zhao Ze come to your place today? Or did you tell him what he has been doing recently?"

Liu Cuimiao looked at Shi Yan, who was sitting under the eaves with her long, slightly wet hair. She had come to ask about her son's whereabouts, but now her eyes were fixed on her, thinking that with such a pretty girl, the baby she would give birth to in the future would surely be like the boy sitting under the Bodhisattva Avalokitesvara.

"Aunt, I don't know either, but Zhao Ze has always been a man of his own ideas. Maybe he was held up by something, so he might come back later."

Shi Yan was telling the truth, but she tried her best to organize her words to reassure Liu Cuimiao.

However, Liu Cuimiao did not appreciate Shi Yan's special intentions. Instead, she focused on Shi Yan's words of comfort.

"Xiao Lian, do you also think that our boy is a man of his own ideas? I know that you, Xiao Lian, have good vision. My boy doesn't look serious at ordinary times, but he has plans in his mind and is reliable."

"Those shortsighted people in the village are blinded by appearances and don't understand the good of my boy. If they were willing to take the time to understand him, I would probably have grandchildren long ago."

While Liu Cuimiao was selling her melons like a rich woman, she was observing Shi Yan's expression in what she thought was a covert move. Shi Yan smiled a little shyly and nodded bashfully.

As soon as she saw this expression, Liu Cuimiao knew there was something going on. She didn't say anything more, let Shi Yan rest early, and went home.

Shi Yan sat alone in the yard for a long time. When she was sure that Zhao Ze would not come again today, she turned off the lights and went to bed.

...............

In the middle of the night, after a rustling sound, I heard something fall to the ground in the yard.

Shi Yan had heard the noise in the yard a long time ago. She lay on the bed without moving, but used her supernatural power to grow vines to reinforce the doors and windows, quietly waiting for the next move of the people in the yard.

He Changshou had been itching to find Zhao Ze since he saw him coming out of the young widow's yard yesterday, so he waited for him after dinner today. Liu Cuimiao spoke in a loud voice, so he knew that Zhao Ze had disappeared for the whole day.

He certainly couldn't miss such a good opportunity, so he washed himself in the river and climbed over the wall into the yard in the middle of the night.

He Changshou was often used to prying windows and doors. He used local materials, such as a fire stick in the yard, lit it with a match, made sure the temperature was high enough, blew out the flame, and then poked the linen pasted on the window. After making a hole, he reached in to feel the window bolt.

The window had already been reinforced with vines. Shi Yan simply made the vines grow thorns. When He Changshou grabbed the window bolt, she directly tied his hands to the window with the vines.

As the vines tightened, the sharp thorns pierced into He Changshou's hand. He was not noticing for a moment and screamed in pain. In the silent night, the scream was extremely abrupt. Although it did not wake up the people nearby, Liu Cuimiao and Zhao De next door were awakened immediately.

After a while, there was a hurried knock on the door outside the courtyard.

"Xiao Lian, Xiao Lian, what happened? Open the door! Your uncle Zhao and I are here, don't be afraid, open the door!"

The people from the village chief's family came, and He Changshou, whose hands were still tied by vines, was almost going crazy. He reached in with his free hand, trying to untie his hands that were tied by vines.

Outside the courtyard gate, Zhao De and Liu Cuimiao had already gone home to get a ladder, preparing to climb over the wall. Shi Yan pulled back the vines when she saw that the time was almost up. He Changshou, who was still trying to pull his hands out, fell to the ground without checking.

After the world spun around, he ran into Liu Cuimiao and Zhao De who were climbing over the wall.

"You are such a mole, you actually dared to run to Xiaolian's house and act wildly. I think you are tired of living!"

Liu Cuimiao angrily stepped on He Changshou's stomach without controlling the volume at all.

Zhao De's wife was able to control the "bad guys" and quickly opened the gate from the inside. The other villagers who had been awakened by the noise of their knocking on the door had now gathered at the gate.

"Fellow villagers, look at this mole, how shameless he is, breaking into Xiaolian's yard in the middle of the night. Fortunately, the house has been well tidied, and the doors and windows are very solid, otherwise Xiaolian would have been in great trouble!"

"We can't let such a pest stay in our village any longer. We will send him to the town's public security bureau tomorrow morning."

"The villagers don't want to have such a person around and not be able to sleep well at night!"

Liu Cuimiao was in charge of shouting, and the villagers echoed her, and some even volunteered to accompany her to the town to testify.

Finally, Zhao De made the final decision and selected a few villagers with higher seniority in the village and arranged for them to go to the town together tomorrow.

It's not that He Changshou didn't want to run, but his body was not strong enough. After being stepped on by Liu Cuimiao, he was in so much pain that he couldn't speak. After the matter was settled, he was tied up by Zhao De and his mouth was stuffed with a rag.