Rebirth: Making a Fortune in Ancient Times

Seeing Mr. Hua standing at the door in a daze, the beauty on the bed stretched out her fair and delicate feet and walked barefoot on the floor, like a seductive fairy from the mountains and forests, towards Mr. Hua.

"Sir, I'll serve you!" The woman went around behind Mr. Hua, breathing hot air into his ear as she spoke, her hands busy gently unbuttoning his outer robe. Her voice was soft and seductive, enough to make half a person's body go numb.

As his outer robe was removed, the sudden chill instantly snapped Mr. Hua, who had been standing there in a daze, back to his senses.

"Wait!" As he spoke, he grabbed the outer robe that the woman had just taken away and hugged it tightly to his chest.

Perhaps it was because the voice was too loud, but the woman looked at Mr. Hua timidly, her eyes glistening with tears, like a frightened rabbit, her face filled with grievance.

Seeing the other person's reaction, Mr. Hua coughed lightly twice, then softened his voice and asked...

"Who are you? What are you doing in my room?"

"Sir, my name is Mei'er. The Prince sent me to serve you. He said that from now on I belong to you, and my life or death is entirely up to you. I hope you will have mercy on me!" After saying this, she lowered her head, revealing a slender neck. Her delicate posture gave people a sense of beauty that could be easily taken.

Looking at the woman before him, who was roughly the same age as his grandchildren, Mr. Hua felt the situation was somewhat absurd. Thinking of his elderly wife at home, Mr. Hua steeled himself and said to the woman...

"You may leave. I will explain to the Prince tomorrow that he does not need anyone to serve him."

"Sir, please, please spare me! If I go back like this, the Prince will surely send me to the army camp. Sir, please have mercy..."

Upon hearing that she was to be sent back, Mei'er knelt on the ground, clinging to Mr. Hua's legs and pleading desperately. Before she came, someone had warned her that if she didn't satisfy Mr. Hua, she would be sent to the army to work as a prostitute. Thinking of that scene, Mei'er was now truly terrified. She never imagined that someone as beautiful as her would be sent away by Mr. Hua.

"Sir... Waaah... Please have pity on me..."

Mei'er knelt on the ground, crying pitifully. Mr. Hua, remembering the prince's suspicious nature, looked down at the beautiful woman kneeling before him. Even in the lamplight, a beauty's tears were exquisite. His Adam's apple bobbed a few times, and finally, Mr. Hua bent down, picked Mei'er up from the ground, and walked step by step towards the bed.

As the saying goes: An eighteen-year-old bride and an eighty-year-old groom, white hair against red makeup. A pair of lovers in the quilt at night, a pear tree in full bloom overshadowing a crabapple.

The next day, Mr. Hua publicly announced that he would take Mei'er as a concubine, and even specially prepared two tables of wine to invite the prince and several generals from the army to celebrate the occasion. This was quite a show of respect for Mei'er.

Now that Madam Hua is not here, the servants, seeing how much Mr. Hua treats Mei'er, all rush to curry favor with her, addressing her respectfully as "Madam" to her face. Seeing everyone flattering and fawning over her, Mei'er contentedly takes on the role of this "Madam outside," serving Mr. Hua with radiant smiles every day.

At Jialing Pass, although the rebel army of Prince Ding'an had retreated, no one dared to be careless. The city gates were open, but the checks for entering and leaving were extremely strict. Anyone suspected of anything would be arrested and imprisoned. To leave, both the village chief and the head of the village had to come, confirm that the person was a villager, and sign a guarantee before they could be taken away.

Although this method was clumsy, it did manage to catch a few spies trying to slip through the net. Following the trail, they then dismantled several of the spies' communication hubs. However, not all of these spies were under the command of the Prince of Ding'an; some were also under the command of the Prince of Huainan and the Prince of Dingbei.

During this time, Xia Yu fenced off a large area of ​​land outside the city. First, he used the water from his spatial well to ripen the crops on the land, and then harvested and transported them into the city overnight. He then repeated the process, ripening crop after crop, and then harvesting and transporting them into the city.

The soldiers were initially surprised by these tasks, but as the days went by, their nightly work consisted of harvesting the grain and transporting it into the city to a designated threshing ground. They could only return to rest after all the crops in the fields had been cleared. The next night was the same.

As time went on, everyone became numb. They didn't have time to think about why the grains could ripen overnight. They'd rather lie down and sleep a little longer.

The prisoners were responsible for threshing the grain. Every day when they opened their eyes, they would see neatly stacked piles of grain waiting for them to thresh. Sometimes they would even wonder, what day is it? Why is it that every day when they open their eyes they have to do the same thing? The grain was threshed the night before, so how come so much has grown back overnight?

After working day and night for more than half a month, Xia Yu finally stopped. Jialing Pass returned to its previous closed state. Xia Yu settled everything, and under the cover of night, disguised himself and nineteen young women and left Jialing Pass, galloping towards Dingcheng.

The other guards had already gone to Dingcheng in batches, carrying the prepared travel permits, to wait for Xia Yu.

Xia Yu had initially thought entering Dingcheng would be quite a hassle. However, the city gate guards were only superficially strict. Xia Yu personally witnessed an old man and a young man, about seven or eight meters ahead of them, being allowed through after secretly slipping them some loose silver.

The three exchanged a glance, a simple exchange of understanding. As the procession slowly moved forward, it was soon their turn to enter the city. The guard sized up the elderly couple and the boy before him.

"Where are you from, and what brings you to the city?"

The old man, with gray hair and a hunched back, smiled ingratiatingly at the guard and said...

"Sir, we are from Dongyang Village. We came to the city to get medical treatment for my grandson. Please, please let us in!"

"See a doctor? He looks perfectly fine to me." The guard looked his grandson up and down, but couldn't see anything wrong with him.

"Sir, my grandson injured his leg while chopping wood in the mountains. The village doctor has been taking care of him for a long time, and it looks like it's healed on the outside, but it hurts inside whenever he walks. That's why I was thinking of taking him to the city to see a doctor." As he spoke, his hand rummaged in his sleeve pocket. The guard, watching his slow movements, found them irritating. He said somewhat impatiently...

"Oh, my leg hurts. Walk a few steps so I can take a look." As she spoke, she glanced at the old man who was rummaging through his belongings.

The old man's grandson took a few steps in front of the guards. He was probably in too much pain, because he was limping and sweating.

"Grandpa, my legs hurt." He could barely walk a few steps before turning back to his grandfather for help.

"Don't go, don't go! The bones inside haven't fully healed yet, be careful not to break again," the old man said to his grandson with concern. The old woman also stretched out her arms, protecting her grandson beside her, afraid that he might lose his footing and fall, her face full of anxiety.

"Old man, what are you doing? Don't waste the soldier's time." Perhaps worried about his grandson's legs, he urged him anxiously when he saw that the old man hadn't yet taken anything out of his sleeve pocket.

"Alright, alright," the old man replied, taking a small piece of silver from his sleeve and holding it in his hand, while smiling obsequiously at the soldier from before.

"Sir, my grandson's leg really can't be delayed any longer. We need to get him into the city for treatment as soon as possible, or he'll be crippled. He's still so young; he can't live like this for the rest of his life! Sir, please, please let us into the city!" As he spoke, the old man suddenly reached out and grasped the guard's hand, pleading humbly.

Feeling something hard being shoved into his hand, the guard squinted and looked at it; it was a small piece of silver. It was probably a dime, not much. But looking at the three people in front of him, it was better than nothing, so he impatiently waved him inside.

The group expressed their heartfelt gratitude and profuse thanks to the guard before slowly entering Dingcheng. Once inside the city, they headed down a secluded side street and soon disappeared from everyone's sight.