Quick mission: We don't make trouble

Everyone in the caravan was very satisfied with the breakfast and praised it highly.

Zhu Qingqing couldn't help but sigh to herself and her family: "It's clear that the caravan's living standards are not high. A simple breakfast makes them so satisfied..."

Mother Zhu: "A bunch of rough guys, busy on the road, how can they have the energy to cook? Just make do with it. Didn't Yang San say that this is his level? It's good enough to have a sip of hot soup."

Zhu Yingying: "Maybe they're just waiting for us to improve. Let's cultivate their appetites first. Make them picky first."

Zhu Qingqing: ...uh

After breakfast, the caravan members got busy. Some quickly packed up their tents, folding them neatly; others carefully re-strapped the cargo onto the backs of the yaks and horses. Their movements were deft and coordinated, clearly a familiarity with this routine. They had to cross the mountain before noon, and time was of the essence.

Everything unfolded smoothly and methodically according to plan. For these experienced caravan members, this itinerary and mission had become a part of their lives, a familiarity they knew only too well. However, for the newly arrived Zhu family, the journey seemed somewhat monotonous and tedious.

Zhu Qingqing chose to ride a horse instead of a carriage as usual, and followed Wang Xiangdong closely at the front of the team. Meanwhile, Zhu's mother and Zhu Yingying sat comfortably in the carriage driven by Yang Wu, chatting with him.

Now they can only rely on Yang Wu to understand the itinerary ahead and the situation of the Great Zhou.

Mother Zhu couldn't help but sigh, "The mountains are endless and undulating, and there's not even a single person in sight. If it weren't for you, it would take forever for our family to get out of this mountain range."

I thought to myself, no wonder many people in ancient times never left home in their entire lives.

Those who had the opportunity to step out of their homes were all quite remarkable people, and they were even able to create poems that would be remembered for generations.

Yang Wu smiled slightly and consoled her, "Old Madam, you are too kind. Even without us by your side, your family can still reach the Great Zhou. It will just take a little longer."

Then, Yang Wu told them that after crossing the mountain, there was an inn at the foot of the mountain, where they would rest tonight. They could have a good rest.

Zhu Yingying was more interested in everything in Jincheng, the capital city.

She wanted to know whether the current Jincheng was the same as the Jincheng in history, although she had never seen the Jincheng in history.

Yang Wu patiently explained to them what he knew about the city. Zhu Yingying and Zhu's mother listened attentively, only occasionally asking a few questions.

In contrast, the carriage behind them, driven by Yang Jiu, was bustling with activity. Wu Di clung tightly to his grandfather and his cousin Yu Bo, his eyes gleaming with excitement.

"Grandpa, uncle, let's continue playing Landlord!" Wu Di shouted happily.

Father Zhu spread his hands helplessly and said with difficulty: "Didi, Grandpa has lost all his money."

However, Wu Di didn't care at all and responded with a smile: "Grandpa, it's okay, you can owe me money first. Or I can lend you some first..."

Hearing this, Father Zhu was stunned. A strange feeling welled up in his heart, as if he were firmly trapped by some invisible force. He smiled bitterly and shook his head, secretly sighing that this child was really eccentric and eccentric, making people laugh and cry.

"Didi, you're not obsessed with money, are you?"

Wu Di: "How could that be? I'm just keeping you entertained because I'm afraid you'll be lonely on your journey. I guess I'm just trying to entertain my parents with my colorful clothes."

Mr. Zhu: ...Well, you are such a filial son.

At this moment, Yu Bo looked eager to try.

"Come on, come on, come on. I don't believe you can have such good luck today!" Yu Bo said as he rubbed his hands, ready to get into the game again.

Wu Di said coquettishly, "Grandpa, look, my cousin is coming. If you don't come, how are we going to play Landlord?"

Father Zhu: "You little brat, you're probably going to treat me like a local landlord and fight me. Fine, I'll sacrifice my life for you."

Wu Di happily took out the playing cards and handed them to Yu Bo.

"Come on... shuffle and deal the cards. I won't get my hands dirty, or else people will say I've shuffled all the good cards for myself."

Yang Jiu, who was sitting in the front, couldn't help but look back when he heard the voices inside.

Today Wu Di hung up the car curtain.

Yang Jiu could see Yu Bo flipping some papers over and over in his hands, then dealing cards to everyone.

The three of them took their cards and started calling for the landlord. Zhu's father's cards were very bad, so he passed directly. Yu Bo saw that his cards were okay, with a king, a pair of twos, and a connecting piece, so he decisively called for the landlord.

Wu Di: "Okay, I'll give you a chance, but I don't want it."

Yu Bo happily grabbed the hole cards. Wow, today was a good start. The two cards he grabbed and the two cards in his hand formed a bomb.

It's impossible not to win with this card.

Sure enough, Yu Bo won this time.

Wu Di: "My cousin is really going to turn things around."

Yu Bo said proudly: "That's the song of the liberated peasants."

Father Zhu poured cold water on him, saying, "Young man, this is just your first try, don't be too proud...you still have a long way to go."

Yu Bo: "My uncle is right. I will keep working hard and achieve more success. Come on, come on, come on."

Yang Jiu, driving the car, had been listening to the three people's movements, and his curiosity was piqued. He was extremely interested in this new and unfamiliar card game, not because he wanted to win money, but simply because he was attracted by it.

Although Da Zhou also had playing cards, they were completely different from what he saw before him. Yang Jiu secretly made up his mind: during the lunch break, he must find a chance to find out what kind of game this was.

Last night, he had been unable to suppress his inner doubts, but he hadn't found the right time. After the patrol was over, everyone went back to their tents to rest, but he and Yu Bo were not in the same tent.

So, Yang Jiu could only continue listening to the sounds coming from behind while driving the carriage forward.

The entire morning was spent immersed in the joyful atmosphere of "Fight the Landlords," and time flew by like an arrow. When the final settlement was made, as expected, Wu Di was once again the winner, and Father Zhu's debt increased by another ten taels; while Yu Bo's debt was even greater, increasing by a full twenty taels.

At this moment, the caravan also reached the top of the mountain. Everyone stopped to rest for a while and drink water to quench their thirst.

At noon, as usual, no fire was lit to cook. Everyone ate the dry food they had prepared. In this way, Zhu Qingqing had some free time and could walk around and appreciate the surrounding scenery.

Mr. Zhu sat together with his mother and Zhu Yingying to rest and leisurely enjoy the beautiful scenery in front of them.