Transformed into a Princess of the Late Ming Dynasty: Invincible

As the wooden wheels creaked, the historical rings of the ninth year of Chongzhen (1636) began to roll.

Seeing that it was getting completely dark outside, Zhu Mianzhu's small luxury carriage pulled by two horses also stopped. The carriage was loaded with dry food and drinking water for several days. With the crackling sound of firewood outside, Zhu Mianzhu spread the power of the chicken talisman to the area within 500 meters around the carriage, forming a semicircular transparent cover.

Zhu Mianzhu has no one to use now. The two guards and a little maid are all her errand runners. Although there may be other people behind them, for now, they still have to listen to her. Otherwise, there will be no one to use. She doesn't want to do everything by herself when it comes to mining and recruiting people later.

Lying on the bed in the carriage, looking at the little maid sleeping beside her, Zhu Mianzhu rested her head on Xiaohuan's legs and continued to rest with her eyes closed.

The next morning, Zhu Mianchu washed up with hot water boiled in a pot by the river, then got on a carriage and continued towards Pinggu.

I don't know if it's because it's still winter, but I didn't meet any refugees, bandits, or slaves on the road. It seems that because it's winter, they are all staying in their beds and not coming out. It seems that for ancient people, a piece of warm clothing was really rare.

When you go out in the cold, you need to eat more to keep your body temperature from dropping, but ordinary people don’t have the money to buy oily and meaty food.

The area north of Shuntian Prefecture had already been plundered once by the Jiannu in the second year of Chongzhen's reign, who took away a large number of people, livestock and property. Perhaps because they had not gone too far from Beijing, the area near the capital was still relatively peaceful.

Zhu Mianzhu's carriage could only travel during the day. It encountered heavy snow in Sanhe County and could not move forward. There were still more than 50 kilometers to go, which was more than 100 miles according to the Ming Dynasty's measurement method.

In the inn in Sanhe County, Zhu Mianzhu was standing at the second-floor window, looking at Wu Cheng who had just delivered a letter, with a speechless face. There was no other way in the wild, so she didn't write letters. As soon as she arrived at the post station or in the city, she would write one letter a day without stopping, whenever she had the chance.

He thought he was doing it very secretly. It would not be easy to be discovered by ordinary people, even mortals. However, for Zhu Mianzhu, who possessed extraordinary abilities, as long as he used his perception, he could see through everything within a radius of several hundred meters.

As the talisman was brought to Daming by Zhu Mianzhu, the power of the talisman began to slowly separate from the object it was originally fixed to and was gradually absorbed by Zhu Mianzhu's soul. The power of the talisman also gradually released its original complete ability.

The four talismans that initially flashed in Zhu Mianzhu's pupils gradually turned into a whole. The power that was forcibly stripped from the Holy Lord by the Eight Immortals also returned to its original power.

A month passed in a flash, and the snow gradually melted. During this month, Xiaohuan spent all her time in the inn sleeping and eating, and was also used as a pillow. She had obviously gained weight. In the past, her food intake in the palace was strictly controlled, and she was not allowed to eat too much. Eating too much would affect her movements, and she would be punished if she was not careful.

Now outside, Xiaohuan, after being cautious at the beginning, has now understood Zhu Mianchu's temper and now eats whatever she wants.

Of course, this was also intentional on Zhu Mianzhu's part. She used to be as thin as a bamboo pole, but now she feels plump.

February arrived, and Chongzhen was about to be overwhelmed again. He probably had no time to spare for Zhu Mianzhu. The Ming soldiers stationed in Ningxia, deprived of pay, cold, and hungry, mutinied and laid siege to the local government offices. It wasn't that Zhu Mianzhu didn't speak up, but it was useless. Chongzhen had no money, and even if he did, it was embezzled and withheld at every level, never reaching the soldiers. The Ming Dynasty was rotten from top to bottom.

"Xiao Huan, get up, we are about to leave"

Zhu Mianzhu lifted the quilt and patted the little maid.

This stinky maid didn't get up first to help her master wash up, but actually slept in.

"I know, I know"

Xiaohuan then got up with her eyes squinted.

By noon, the snow on the official road had almost melted, although there was still some snow on the distant mountains. But Zhu Mianchu no longer cared about that. She hurried to get the gold refining, recruiting confidants and other trivial matters on track so that she could go to the next world.

The world of the original god contains the opportunity to become a god. Although his soul has now merged with the cosmic barrier and is immortal, his body is still that of an ordinary person and will still age.

He took Xiaohuan on the carriage. The previous guide had already asked him to go back. Since they were already near Pinggu, Zhu Mianzhu could know the location of the next journey by referring to the map in his mind. In his previous life, he had read a domestic mineral resource map on the Internet. No matter how much it shifted over the past few hundred years, it would not shift too much.

There were quilts and hand warmers in the carriage. Zhu Mianchu pushed Xiaohuan into the quilt early, warmed her up, pushed Xiaohuan to the other side, and went in herself. Although Zhu Mianchu was not very cold at the moment, the people driving the carriage outside were Wu Cheng and Zhao Yi, who were driving two horses, and the other horse was carrying their personal equipment. They had no hand warmers or anything like that outside, so they could only wear two more layers of clothes.

At this time, Zhu Mianzhu came out of the window and looked at the streets where ordinary people were coming and going. Some were selling firewood and charcoal, and some were selling wild vegetables and bran. The weather had gradually warmed up in February, but this was not something that a thin set of clothes could withstand. Maybe the food at home was finished, or for some other reasons, they had to endure the cold outside and sell some supplies for money.

After stopping, Zhu Mianzhu suddenly said to Wu Cheng who was driving, "I've heard before that in ancient times people sold themselves to bury their fathers and parents. I didn't expect that I would encounter such a thing just when I went out."

Loyalty is better cultivated from childhood. If you buy it yourself, it means it is yours. Those who sell themselves to bury their fathers have no parents and no weaknesses. This is the best.