Is the beginning of a catastrophe? The little farm cook is raising a family with a full warehouse.

The night was as dark as ink, so thick that it seemed to drip down, immersing the entire city in sticky darkness.

When the night was deep and everything was silent, Cheng Yuntao and Jiang Yu changed into black tights. When they tightened their cuffs, the black fabric made a slight rustling sound.

The two men moved in unison, each pulling up a black scarf to cover their face, leaving only a pair of eyes that flickered with determination in the darkness, like unyielding stars in the cold night.

Before setting off, Jiang Yu, relying on his experience from the last infiltration, carefully introduced the shift schedule of the City Lord's Mansion guards to Cheng Yuntao.

"The guards at the City Lord's Mansion change shifts every two hours. There's a quarter-hour gap between shifts, which is when their attention is relatively distracted. This is the perfect time for us to sneak in."

Cheng Yuntao nodded seriously and kept this information in mind.

The two men cruised silently through the streets and alleys, their steps slow and light, not daring to make the slightest noise. Sometimes they stuck close to the mottled walls, blending into the shadows; sometimes they hid in the dark alleys, and only took action again when the footsteps of the patrolling soldiers faded away.

He maneuvered all the way, skillfully weaving in the interweaving of light and shadow, successfully avoiding the patrolling soldiers in the city, and arrived under the towering walls of the city lord's mansion.

The blue brick wall glowed cold white in the moonlight. When Cheng Yuntao raised her head, her face mask slipped down half an inch, revealing fine beads of sweat on the tip of her nose. Her heart beat faster involuntarily.

Jiang Yu seemed to sense her nervousness, patted her shoulder gently, and whispered comfortingly: "Don't worry, I'm here."

As they were talking, the sound of guards changing shifts came from the City Lord's Mansion. They knew that the time had come.

The moment Jiang Yu bent his knees, his calf muscles tensed beneath the fabric. He then stretched out his powerful arms, scooped up Cheng Yuntao, and soared into the air. The night wind lifted their hems, tangling them together. They drew a dark arc, easily passing over the high wall and landing steadily in the courtyard of the City Lord's Mansion.

After landing, they quickly hid behind a big tree and vigilantly observed the movements around them.

At this moment, the sound of chaotic but gradually orderly footsteps came from not far away, as if many people were gathering in the same direction.

"Oh no, someone is coming!" Jiang Yu said in a low voice.

He took Cheng Yuntao's hand and quickly hid in the gap of the rockery beside him, holding her in his arms.

The chill from the damp rock wall seeped into Cheng Yuntao's back. Her watery almond-shaped eyes widened into a circle, the shimmering light in them reflecting the fragmented light leaking in from outside the cave. She nervously held her breath, staring outside without blinking. Jiang Yu, on the other hand, pricked up his ears alertly, listening to the movements outside, ready to respond to any emergency at any time.

The sound of creaking stones on the path outside the cave was getting closer. Cheng Yuntao's heart was in her throat. She prayed silently in her heart, hoping that the patrolling soldiers would not discover them.

Jiang Yu lowered his eyes and saw the trembling eyelashes of the person in his arms casting a butterfly-like shadow. His Adam's apple rolled silently, and his left hand quietly pressed the dagger he carried with him, ready to fight the enemy at any time.

Two teams of guards walked out of the corridors in the north and south directions respectively. The leader of the northern team was a burly guard with a stern expression. His eyes swept around, showing his full vigilance. The leader of the southern team was a man of medium build. He had smart eyes and light steps. He held the spear steadily in his hand, and the tip of the spear flashed coldly in the moonlight.

The two teams of guards met in the center of the courtyard and bowed to each other.

The burly man whispered, "The first half of the night was uneventful. You should be more careful."

The medium-sized guard nodded and responded, "Don't worry, leave the rest to us."

After handing over the patrol records and exchanging a few words, they dispersed and continued to perform their duties.

Only when the footsteps gradually faded away did Cheng Yuntao and Jiang Yu breathe a sigh of relief. They crawled out from the gap in the rockery, crouched down, held their breath, and continued to move towards the warehouse.

Under the moonlight, the figure of a raccoon slave stepping on tiles suddenly appeared in the dark corner of the corridor. Only a few dead leaves blown by the wind remained on the bluestone slabs. The two of them shuttled flexibly between the pavilions and towers of the City Lord's Mansion, avoiding the bright areas that might expose their whereabouts, and successfully found the warehouse where the grain was stored in the mansion.

The door of the warehouse was closed, and a heavy lock was hung on it. Jiang Yu quickly took out a thin copper wire from his arms, and with a slight twist of his fingertips, the copper wire had penetrated deep into the keyhole. With a flick of his wrist, the eight spring tongues in the lock core popped open with a crisp "click" sound.

The two looked at each other subconsciously, and surprise flashed in their eyes at the same time.

Jiang Yu leaned over and pushed the door open a crack, then slipped in with Cheng Yuntao. The door lock was still hanging on the door, and if you didn't look closely, you wouldn't notice anything unusual.

As soon as they entered the house, before they had time to look at the mountains of grain in the warehouse, they heard the footsteps of a new group of guards changing shifts outside. They immediately tensed their nerves, held their breath, and hid in the shadows behind the door.

"This horrible weather is so cold that people's bones are almost frozen, but the city lord is reluctant to give us even a new winter coat. He is so stingy!" A guard complained in a low voice, his voice full of dissatisfaction.

"Shh, keep your voice down! Do you want to live? It will be terrible if someone hears you saying this in the City Lord's Mansion!" another guard hurriedly reminded.

"What are you afraid of? I'm just unhappy. I heard that the city lord's house is very warm, and the beauties are dancing in only gauze, but we are freezing in this snowy place!" Although the complaining voice was lowered, it still revealed resentment.

"Alright, alright. Compared to those people outside who are starving and freezing, at least we still have food to eat. We don't need to fight for the overpriced food. Let's be content."

"Alas..." A helpless sigh was heard, and the footsteps of the guards gradually faded away.

After the sound completely faded away, Cheng Yuntao stepped out from the shadows. Looking at the grain in the warehouse, she said softly, "It seems that Shen Linfeng is very unpopular among the people. Even the guards in the mansion have some complaints about him."

Jiang Yu crossed his arms and clasped them across his chest, sneering, "He's so extravagant and selfish, completely disregarding the lives of the people. How could the people support him?"

Cheng Yuntao raised her hand with her palm facing up. As she moved, the mountains of grain in the warehouse seemed to be pulled by some mysterious force and rushed rapidly towards her palm.

For a moment, the warehouse was a cacophony of light and shadow, the rustling of food flowing and the gentle clatter of ingredients colliding intertwined. In just a moment, the once packed warehouse was completely empty, all the supplies successfully transferred to Cheng Yuntao's portable farm.

Although Jiang Yu had witnessed Cheng Yuntao's abilities before, he was still shocked when he saw with his own eyes that a whole warehouse of supplies were completely absorbed in the blink of an eye.

Taking advantage of the guards' patrol breaks, the two raced against time, moving around in the various warehouses of the City Lord's Mansion and transporting away the supplies from the remaining warehouses.