Quick Transmigration: Leisure

Boss Xiao Shi is a cunning and treacherous person.

He had no real skills, but he associated with all sorts of people and learned some ways to bully others. After inheriting the flatbread stall, he didn't manage it himself. He left the making of the flatbreads to Hu Nu and the operation to the mute girl, while he only took care of eating, drinking, and having fun.

After Boss Shi left, the mute girl stopped going out. Hu Nu's activities were very simple; besides making cakes all day, he would only go to the West Market every two weeks to personally buy spices, which were said to be the secret to their delicious cakes.

The other materials, like those from Wang Ji, were delivered to the door by the seller.

On the day they went to the West Market, Xia Youmi took Zhu Liu with her to follow Hu Nu.

Because the West Market was quite far from her residence in Zhaoguo Ward, she rarely came there except for necessary street sweeping and data entry. The West Market was home to many foreign merchants who brought spices, medicines, jewelry, and other goods, while also buying and selling silk and porcelain, making it a very prosperous and international trading market.

Of course, the flow of people is also enormous.

The Hu slave arrived at an inconspicuous spice stall. He then spoke to the owner in a language he couldn't understand. After a while, a shop assistant came to help him load the spices onto his cart. The Hu slave laughed and joked with the man, who, though not of Hu appearance, also spoke fluent foreign language.

Xia Youmi whispered to Zhu Liu in the corner:

"Go back with that barbarian in a bit. Keep an eye on him and see if he comes into contact with anyone else. Or if he stops somewhere and leaves any marks. Be careful, and if anything seems amiss, run away and blend into the crowd."

"If nothing unusual happens, continue to keep an eye on that scholar's family."

"Okay, what about you?" Zhu Liu asked.

"I'll go follow that guy who's helping out; something's not right with him."

Be careful.

"Know it!"

The two split up, and Xia Youmi stared at the passerby-looking waiter, feeling that he seemed to match the descriptions in some case files.

Unfortunately, there are no photos in the case file yet.

Otherwise, her cheat ability would be invincible.

As Xia Youmi was not disappointed, the shop assistant who had been laughing and joking with Hu Nu left the spice stall after helping him load the spice cart.

He wasn't from the spice shop at all; he was probably just there to deliver a message.

Xia Youmi followed the person, passing through street markets. She saw the person even enter a cloth shop and change into a Central Asian outfit. If it weren't for the system's accurate recognition, she definitely wouldn't have been able to track such a sophisticated and indistinguishable face.

She had made thorough preparations before coming, dressed in an inconspicuous thug outfit, with a dagger, tinderbox, dry rations, and a pass hidden on her person.

That guy had a fake beard on; let's call him Big Beard for now.

After leaving the cloth shop with the bearded man, he went to a wine shop. Carrying several jugs of wine, he entered the courtyard of an ordinary family, and finally, he went out with some companions to the slave market in the West Market.

They went directly into the trading floor.

Xia Youmi didn't go in. She looked around but couldn't find any other exits, so she just waited at the door.

By this point, it was becoming quite obvious. If the bearded man hadn't done anything wrong, he wouldn't have needed to change clothes, take a detour, and end up in such a sensitive slave market.

Xia Youmi found a beggar and asked him to pass on a coded message to the Zhu brothers. Even if others knew the message, they wouldn't understand its meaning, thus avoiding alerting the enemy.

It wasn't until dusk that a caravan set off and left.

The bearded man changed his clothes again and became a coachman.

They headed northwest and arrived at Kaiyuan Gate, preparing to leave the city. Xia Youmi now regretted not bringing enough men. If they were allowed to leave, given the group's cautious nature, they might have lost track of them. If they had to wait for the Hu slave to bring a message before following them, it would be half a month later.

Those who are kidnapped will be in greater danger.

Without time to think further, she immediately asked the beggar to deliver a message to Zhu Liu, instructing him to reassure his family.

Then, he quietly gave a few words of advice to the soldiers guarding the gate.

Xia Youmi wasn't from the county government; she was just a commoner. Fortunately, Zhao Xin was cautious and left her a receipt. This was enough to convince the soldiers to believe her and go report the news.

She tucked a stick into her pocket, propped up a bundle, and scurried out of town. She had gotten this beggar's attire while staking out the city.

It smelled very authentic, probably because it hadn't been washed. As she was exposed to the fumes, it was as if she had lost her sense of smell and couldn't tell the difference anymore.

This was a huge blunder; she'll have to make her own old beggar clothes from now on.

I will never pick this original flavor!

......

I followed them from a distance until the sound of the evening drum could no longer be heard.

After leaving the city gate, the caravan continued north along the official road. Ten li outside Kaiyuan Gate, bordering the Wei River, at the Zhongwei Bridge, lay Lingao Post Station. As the first post station west of Chang'an, the importance of Lingao Post Station was self-evident.

Xia Youmi was preparing to go to the post station to deliver a message when she discovered that the group ahead of her was also resting there, and they seemed quite familiar with the person who had received them. She couldn't go there rashly; if they were all in cahoots, she would be walking right into a trap.

She could only wander around the post station from a distance to familiarize herself with the terrain.

Then they can make do for one night, and by daytime, Zhao Xin should be able to send someone to catch up, allowing her to smoothly hand over the mission.

Holding a stick, I poked around left and right, afraid of encountering snake or rat traps.

Then, it hit a person.

He was a beggar.

No matter how well-dressed someone is, if they appear near the post station as if they are lying in ambush, they are not a legitimate beggar.

The other person remained silent and gripped the other end of the stick.

A fierce glint flashed in his eyes, but he seemed to recognize Xia Youmi and could only gesture for her to lie down.

Xia Youmi was very quick-witted and immediately adopted the same posture. And you know what? The reason she was able to poke someone earlier was because this place was difficult to retreat from, but crouching down made her extremely concealed.

At this moment, the system has also retrieved his data year after year.

"Hello! Do you still recognize me?" Xia Youmi started chatting.

"..."

The other person remained silent for a moment, then simply nodded slightly.

"Hehe, I didn't expect to run into you like this."

Xia Youmi looked him up and down, and said with a hint of disappointment:

"Why are you still begging?"

She subtly moved closer to him, and when she saw him sniffle, Xia Youmi's smile deepened.

How long have you been here?

"Do not talk!"

Xia Youmi wasn't annoyed at being silenced. Instead, she smugly took out some dry rations from her pocket, preparing to replenish her energy.

Seeing his unwavering gaze, Xia Youmi and the system burst into laughter in their minds.

It turned out that this was the little beggar they had encountered when they first entered Chang'an. At that time, Xia Youmi, seeing his piercing eyes, judged him to be no ordinary person. So he gave him a steamed bun, feigning kindness.

The original plan was to invest in advance, just in case the other party was a big shot. Perhaps they could provide some assistance in the future. But after all these years, there has been no news, and the other party is still dressed like a beggar.

However, I just tested it out a little.

It became clear that he didn't live like a real beggar. His facial disguise was acceptable, but the smell of his worn-out clothes was unbearable. Getting closer, he only smelled genuine herbs and plants on him.

It seems that the idea of ​​distressing beggar clothes has been implemented by others before.

really interesting.