Quick mission: We don't make trouble

Zhu Yingying and Wang Xiangdong followed Yangjin to the village leatherwork shop. As soon as they stepped through the threshold, a strong and pungent smell hit their noses.

Zhu Yingying couldn't help but frown, secretly complaining: This smell is too strong! She quickly covered her mouth and nose with her hands, trying to resist the invasion of this strange smell.

Seeing this, Yangjin said softly, "Miss Yingying, you really shouldn't have come here."

Zhu Yingying looked embarrassed and explained, "I'm not being pretentious, the smell is just unbearable. I...I'm not going in. Yangjin, Dong Ge, you guys go in, I'll be waiting for you outside."

As soon as she finished speaking, she fled out the door, trying to stay as far away from the workshop as possible, and only stopped when she felt she was at a safe distance. She took a deep breath, trying to expel the disgusting smell from her respiratory tract.

I was very excited to follow Yangjin to visit the ancient leatherworker's workshop, but now I have no interest at all.

Meanwhile, Wang Xiangdong followed Yangjin into the workshop without hesitation. The first thing that caught his eye was the spacious workbench in the center, neatly arranged with a variety of leatherwork tools: knives, hammers, scissors, needles and thread. At that moment, the experienced leatherworker was completely absorbed in his task. His movements were deft and skillful, manipulating the various tools with ease, cutting and stitching the leather, and in the blink of an eye, he created a magnificent leather product.

Looking around, the shop was filled with a dazzling array of furs. Among them were thick, tough bear hides, soft, smooth deerskins, durable cow and sheep hides, and even common pig hides. Perhaps it was the sheer volume of furs piled together that gave off that somewhat unpleasant smell.

However, Yangjin seemed to have long since grown accustomed to the smell, while Wang Xiangdong, on the other hand, had automatically blocked it out, allowing the two of them to remain in peace and contentment. Yangjin showed the backpack to the craftsman. Actually, the backpack wasn't particularly complex; they simply hadn't considered it before. It shouldn't be difficult for them to make one based on the design.

Next, it was time to choose the material. Wang Xiangdong carefully selected a variety of fur materials and ultimately chose deerskin. Deerskin is not only lightweight but also extremely tough, making it ideal for items like backpacks. Furthermore, deerskin is also very beautiful, with a unique texture and color, which adds a touch of quality to the backpack.

Including the one Yangjin gave to her brother, a total of seven large ones were customized, and there was also a separate small and exquisite one. Needless to say, it was naturally left for Wu Di. She would definitely have her share no matter when and where.

Everything has been discussed, just wait until tomorrow to pick up the goods.

Outside the leatherwork shop, Zhu Yingying was leaning against the wall, her arms folded across her chest, staring blankly ahead. Her heart was filled with helplessness and boredom, as if time had frozen.

"I should have stayed in my room and slept..." she muttered to herself, feeling very regretful.

Zhu Yingying couldn't help but think of her familiar surroundings—the spacious, bright office with modern amenities. There were no unpleasant smells, only fresh air and a comfortable atmosphere. She missed the days of sitting at her computer, typing away, focused on her work. Back then, everything was so neatly organized.

However, reality brought her to this strange place, allowing her to experience another side of life.

She lowered her head slightly, her gaze aimlessly cast upon the ground, her feet unconsciously kicking the pebbles at her feet. Her thoughts drifted away, and an indescribable sense of melancholy and loss welled up within her. She knew she could never return to that familiar place, and a bitterness and resignation welled up within her. So, she kicked the pebbles with all her might, as if to vent her inner frustration.

Suddenly, a sharp neighing shattered the silence. The pebble had struck a horse squarely. A steed galloped toward her at lightning speed. Startled, Zhu Yingying instinctively retreated, huddled against the wall.

When she looked closely, the sight before her made her gasp. The man on horseback was actually the headman! At that moment, the headman, Tashi, holding a horsewhip, lifted Zhu Yingying's chin and examined her sharply. Zhu Yingying's heart trembled, and an inexplicable fear surged within her.

The chieftain's sharp eyes saw through Zhu Yingying's identity at a glance. Although she was dressed in Tibetan clothing, his keen perception told him that this woman was not a local. A chieftain would easily detect a stranger in his territory.

"Who are you?" the headman, Tashi, asked in a low, commanding voice. Zhu Yingying, however, didn't understand and could only shake her head in confusion, reaching out to push away the whip pointed at her. The feeling of being pointed at made her feel uncomfortable and filled with unease.

"Master is asking you a question! Are you deaf or dumb?"

As soon as the words fell, an attendant stepped forward quickly, protecting the chief master behind him, staring fiercely at the strange woman in front of him, and questioned in a bad tone.

Everyone secretly wondered what this strange woman's purpose was. Could she be a spy? After all, the princess of the Great Zhou Dynasty was still stationed in the village. If someone attempted to disrupt the marriage between the Great Zhou Dynasty and Tubo, the consequences would be disastrous!

The princess's safety is of paramount importance and must not be taken lightly.

Zhu Yingying quickly shook her head, looked towards the leatherworker's shop, and shouted loudly: "Yangjin! Dong Ge!"

There was a hint of urgency in her voice. It was obvious that she urgently needed someone to help translate so that she could communicate with the chief and explain all the misunderstandings.

When Master Zhaxi heard her call out Yangjin and Dongge, he asked, "You speak Chinese, are you Han Chinese?"

Zhu Yingying: "Thank God, you can speak Chinese. Oh my god, I was so scared."

He even patted his chest exaggeratedly.

The servant did not relax his vigilance and continued to stare at Zhu Yingying.

Zhu Yingying bowed her head and saluted Tashi, saying, "Respected Headman, I am a guest in your manor. If you don't believe me, you can ask Yangjin and the butler. Look, Yangjin is in the leatherwork shop..."

As they were speaking, Yangjin and Wang Xiangdong ran out after hearing the shouting.

Wang Xiangdong ran in front, stood in front of Zhu Yingying, and confronted the follower.

Yangjin was busy greeting and explaining to Chief Zhaxi.