Quick Transmigration: Leisure

The sunset is full of sky.

A person, a dog, and a dog are bathed in warm colors, slowly blending into a painting.

They had a lot of silent conversations, about the present and about the future.

Xia Youmi is not an ambitious person.

Often, her actions stemmed from a desire not to owe others anything, nor to neglect herself.

Whether in modern times or in this world.

Do not fight against the rules, nor try to force others to change their minds.

Just make yourself appear compliant; no one can control your inner thoughts.

Xia Youmi stood up, patted Da Huang on the back, and said cheerfully:

"Let's go down the mountain, Big Yellow!"

"Wang Wang!"

With a bundle of neatly packed firewood on his back, Xia Youmi walked briskly down the mountain.

There are many things she is not qualified to learn, nor does she want to ponder in detail.

But he did manage to learn some basic martial arts skills.

Uncle Qing from the village was a veteran of the battlefield and had a life-or-death friendship with the Wang family's fathers.

Before their uncles joined the army, they sent the three cousins ​​to learn horseback riding and archery.

Previously, it was her father, Xia Li, who taught this skill to the villagers.

In fact, Uncle Qing, his uncles, and his older brothers who were more than ten years older than Xia Youmi and whom he had never met were all Xia Li's apprentices.

......

Smoke rises from the chimneys in the distance.

As soon as I opened the door, I was greeted by the aroma of food.

Big Yellow wagged its tail and went into the kitchen first.

"Mother, I'm back!"

Xia Youmi called out as she walked towards the woodshed.

Easily lift today's harvest, give it a couple of gentle shakes, and then toss it to the top of the woodpile with a flourish.

"Mi Niang! Come here and wipe your sweat."

Wang Xiu wrung out the washed cloth and covered Xia Youmi's entire face, gently wiping it.

"Mother, I can do it myself." Xia Youmi raised her hands, making a gesture of surrender.

"You, you look like a little kitten."

Wang Xiu clicked her tongue lightly, her hands continuing their work.

Starting from the forehead, little by little downwards, slowly revealing those eyes brimming with laughter.

Turn the cloth over, then draw a pair of red apples on the cheeks, and finally hook the chin to finish.

The mother and daughter looked at each other.

Xia Youmi also knew that ever since the news of her second uncle's accident came, her mother had been filled with anxiety and uncertainty.

He often wakes up in a fright during his sleep, and he is overly concerned about her.

In the past, my father was a soldier in the government, and he spent most of the year at home.

Later, although they could not return home, the structure of the Great Tang had been established, and it seemed that they no longer had to face the chaotic situation of clansmen disappearing on the battlefield.

But unexpectedly, even in a peaceful world, her brother still couldn't leave behind any remains.

Under this stimulation, her longing for her son's return gradually transformed into: as long as the father and son can live well and be safe, she is willing to never see them again.

All she could hold onto was her daughter, a gift from heaven.

After the meal, Xia Youmi learned from her mother that her eldest uncle had written a letter.

The letter instructed them to go to Chang'an City and stay with the steward sent by the nobleman.

He would bring his second uncle home in as little as six months or as long as a year.

The key point emphasized acting quickly, as the person in charge is unpredictable and may not have the patience to deal with it.

......

Three days later, a caravan of oxcarts entered the village.

Looking at the mountain of firewood at Xia Youmi's house, Niu Dashun, the head servant in charge of the caravan, was dumbfounded, as were the porters who had come with him.

The group looked at each other.

Xia Youmi broke the deadlock by giving a greeting and then began moving things.

The porters could only follow along, explaining to the oxcart how to arrange the loads to make the most of the space.

The mother pulled her servant Niu Dashun aside, muttered something to him, and handed him a cloth bag.

It was making a clanging sound inside.

Before long, Niu Dashun came out with a steamed bun in his mouth and began directing the workers to move things.

"Hurry up! We need to get into the city within two days!"

"Hey, be gentle, don't wobble around!"

"What's wrong with you, Ma Laosan? You can't even compare to a young lady?!"

"Hey!"

People dared to laugh, but dared not stop.

Time was indeed very tight. The oxcart was slow, and it would normally take two or three days to travel. Every extra night spent outdoors meant more danger.

Fortunately, the group moved quickly, as if they had received professional training.

The estimation, placement, and weight-bearing of the items were all just right, revealing a skill that contrasted sharply with his unassuming appearance.

They arrived at the village entrance first and lined up to wait for their uncle's family.

The mother went to her uncle's house to check, while Xia Youmi waited beside the convoy.

Looking left and right, I saw Wang Dazhu's house right in front of me.

Xia Youmi got up, intending to go and say goodbye.

There have been so many things going on at home lately, I thought I was too busy to notice Wang Dazhu.

—knock knock knock

The door was tightly shut, and no one answered after knocking for a while, so I guessed no one was home.

Just as I was turning to go back to the convoy, a neighbor opened their door.

The newcomer was a little girl of about five or six years old, dressed in tattered clothes, but with delicate eyebrows and almond-shaped eyes, and a very clever appearance. She was clutching a piece of unknown dry grass in her hand and tentatively asked:

"Who...who are you looking for?"

Xia Youmi greeted him with a friendly social smile.

"Young lady, I'm looking for Wang Dazhu from this house." He said, pointing to the front door of his house.

Seeing the little girl's hesitant expression, he took a cloth bag out of the basket and continued,

“I am his friend Xia Youmi. It’s alright that Brother Zhu isn’t home. Next time you see him, please pass on a message for me: the Wang family came to say goodbye.” After saying that, he handed over a steamed bun from the cloth bag, gesturing for the little girl to accept it.

Although steamed buns are very common, Wang Xiu's skills in making them are not simple.

The one Xia Youmi took was still soft, filled with minced meat and scallions, and had a savory flavor. It was incredibly tempting.

"He who eats another's food is bound to do so," the girl thought for a moment, then gestured for Xia Youmi to follow.

Upon reaching her door, he glanced left and right, seeing only a clump of grass and no one else, before speaking.

"They left... It's said they fled to Luoyang." The little girl looked wary and unspeakable, as if she were sharing a shocking secret.

"When did this happen?" Xia Youmi asked, her face filled with shock.

"About two months ago, they left overnight, without making a sound." He clicked his tongue and continued:

“Auntie went next door to check on them, and she was furious. She cursed for days.”

"They say they didn't even leave behind a jar!"

"..."

After sharing what she knew, the little girl reached out and took the steamed bun, sniffed it, took a bite, and slowly swallowed while mumbling:

"That's all I know. The pancakes smell so good... Mmm, so delicious..."

Xia Youmi seemed to remember something, thanked her, and turned to leave.

She never expected that there would be so many coincidences in the world.

I'm afraid the Wang brothers didn't receive the letter either.

Everyone was busy with their own family matters.

There was no extra energy to visit the other party.