Tangli Fried Snow

She handed the indentures found in the main house to Fuling, instructing her to return the indentures of everyone in the house to their respective owners.

Fuling agreed and turned to go back into the house.

Sherry turned around, holding a sharp knife in her hand. It was a high-end item from Jin Cheng's shop, sharp enough to kill someone.

She went into the main room, where the two scoundrels, their faces flushed from drunkenness, were fast asleep, snoring loudly.

She stood coldly before the two men. There was no village or shop in sight; she wasn't afraid of the woman's cries attracting attention, nor was she afraid of being overheard. It was the dead of night, and the outside world was far from peaceful; no one would risk coming to put out the fire.

Sherry swiftly wielded her knife, the white blade plunging in and the red blade emerging, stabbing both men several times in the chest. This was all thanks to Wen Xiangli's teachings; he said that when stabbing, the thumb should be placed on the tip of the hilt to apply force.

The excruciating stimulation woke them both up in pain; warm blood was rapidly draining from their hearts, and the cold terror rendered both men unable to utter a sound.

A stunningly beautiful woman looked at them with a resolute expression and icy gaze.

She seemed to be a female demon who had stepped out of hell.

They weren't dead yet, still breathing rapidly, perfect for faking a fire. Didn't period dramas say that coroners could detect smoke marks in the deceased's nasal cavity and trachea? Well, since they weren't quite dead yet, that was perfect. Shirley took out a lighter from her backpack, used some alcohol as an accelerant, and piled the wooden stool and tattered clothes on the two of them and set them on fire. She even went around and set the curtains and wooden windows and cabinets on fire as well.

She left without looking back, and in the same way, she took care of the two buddies. They had been following Brother Shan around all day, doing all sorts of bad things, and now they deserved to die.

The fire quickly engulfed both houses.

The room where the girls were imprisoned was already empty. The girls, in a panic, grabbed their indentures and fled in all directions. Sherry, without any hesitation, set the woodpile on fire.

"Sister Fuling, let's go." She glanced at Fuling beside her and said.

Fuling, holding some items in her hands, nodded breathlessly.

"Little sister, can you drive a horse-drawn carriage?" Fuling asked worriedly.

Shirley had no idea how to drive a carriage. She had only ridden in a carriage for a few days before and asked the driver a few questions out of curiosity. Driving a carriage was a first for her, like a young woman getting into a sedan chair.

She's now so emboldened by the adrenaline rush from murder and arson that she's become incredibly reckless; a small carriage is no problem for her.

She gave Fuling a vague reply: "Well, I guess I know a little bit."

The two opened the gate and entered the stable.

She and Fuling arrived at the carriage. Xueli put on her tools and sat in front of the carriage. The carriage was covered with thick cotton clothes and quilts that had been looted. Fuling sat on the soft quilts, took one last look at the towering sea of ​​fire, gave the horse a tug, and drove the carriage away.

The carriage was difficult to drive, but fortunately, she had been traveling for several days on her way to Jiyue City. Because she was so bored, she even tried to get close to Jin Qingyan to ask for his advice, and her good older brother taught her the tricks of the trade.

First, the cart is harnessed: the horse harness, the harness, the saddlebags, and the harness are all in place. The horses, saddles, and harnesses are all checked and secured. The reins are used as a stop signal; the horse stops by neighing or pulling the reins. As for turning, these horses are trained and experienced, used to driving carts year-round. They won't drive the cart into ditches; you only need to remind the horses when to turn left or right at intersections.

In modern times, I can ride a bicycle, an electric bike, a motorcycle, and even drive a car. As for driving a horse-drawn carriage, once I get used to it, I'll eventually find the knack.

The moon in the sky is pretty good; I can see the road clearly tonight.

She didn't dare to walk too fast. She asked Fuling which direction to go, and then slowly drove the carriage, walking for more than an hour in one go.

After her adrenaline was depleted, she felt cold and scared when the cold wind blew on her.

She parked the horse in a small grove of trees, tied it up, and found it to be relatively secluded.

When Shirley returned to the carriage, Fuling was in a daze; she was clearly quite frightened that night as well.

Sherry said to her, "Sister Fuling, I'm tired and sleepy, and I'm also very scared. Let's rest here for a while and set off again early tomorrow morning."

"Okay, okay, come here, take a rest. It's not safe to travel at night, so it's good to rest." Fuling quickly brought her two quilts.

Sherry found a comfortable position, closed her eyes, and fell into a deep sleep.

When she woke up again, the sun was high in the sky, and she was full of energy.

Fuling also brought some dry food with her. The two of them ate some and then continued on their way.

Fu Ling is a native of this area, and she is quite familiar with it.

Sherry asked her, "Sister, are we still in Jiyue City? Where is this place? Is there a safe and secluded place for us to stay? Preferably a place with low rent, cheap prices, and lots of people."

Fuling said, "We are still in Jiyue City, but this is in the west of the city, which is relatively remote and desolate. The wealthy people live in the east of the city. We can go to the south of the city, where there are more people, the rent is cheaper, and it is the best place to stay. You can turn south at the fork in the road ahead, and it will take half an hour to get there."

Sherry agreed and headed south. As she walked, she still felt uneasy, so she asked again, "Sister, are there any markings on this carriage and horses? Is there any record in the government? Will we be found if we drive Er Gouzi's carriage?"

Fuling thought for a moment and said, "Don't worry, this horse is his own offspring and has no markings. The carriage was also made by the village carpenter. When we get to the market, we'll change the carriage, and I guarantee no one will be able to find us by following the carriage."

Sherry felt much more at ease. Now that there were no surveillance cameras, and Shan Ge and Er Gou weren't afraid of the authorities investigating her kidnapping, she wasn't afraid of them either. She was an unregistered resident, having only arrived a few months ago, and didn't know Shan Ge or Er Gou. Even if the authorities investigated, they wouldn't be able to trace it back to her.

What she was most worried about was being found by her good older brother and sister-in-law. It would be best for her to leave Jiyue City and go far away.

However, she was unfamiliar with some of the ancient customs. What if she was kidnapped by bad guys while all alone? She was also accompanied by a pregnant woman. She should settle down first, hide for a while, and then make a more careful plan.