UGB Chapter 90 Running Faster Than a Donkey
Chapter 90 Running Faster Than a Donkey
Chapter 90 Running Faster Than a Donkey (Fifth Update, Please Subscribe)
Liang Wuyan failed to catch up with the person and had no choice but to return helplessly.
After putting the silver into his pocket, he hesitated for a moment, noticing that no one was coming to buy steamed buns for the time being.
He then pulled out a piece of paper from below and began writing on it with finely ground charcoal.
My family was poor when I was young, so we never had the money to buy ink sticks and inkstones.
So I sharpened a piece of charcoal and used it as a makeshift solution.
The paper was cheap bamboo paper that I used as wages when I worked for others at night.
The book already contains records of some people and events, and Liang Wuyan is writing diligently in the blank spaces.
"Summer of the tenth year of Chongming."
"I met a kind young man and gave him extra money."
"Although young, he has an air of maturity beyond his years and always seems extraordinary."
The owner of the rice and noodle shop, covered in flour, stood at the shop entrance wailing.
"What kind of mess is this? Is it some kind of ghost story? Why is it only my family that's suffering!"
Liang Wuyan turned his head and glanced at it, then added another sentence.
"Manager Zheng has inexplicably run into bad luck."
On the street, Chu Xun took out a meat bun and took a bite.
Hmm, not bad.
The dough was soft yet slightly chewy, almost exactly as I remembered it.
It seems that Liang Wuyan learned to knead dough from his parents.
They simply expanded upon it, adding fillings to steamed buns, turning them into baozi (stuffed buns).
We walked slowly, ate, looked around, and listened.
It took nearly an hour to finish all four steamed buns before Chu Xun finally saw the secluded courtyard he had visited before.
At the entrance to the courtyard, a little girl of about four or five years old was squatting on the ground, teasing earthworms.
The six or seven-year-old boy next to him was so nervous that he almost stopped breathing.
The little girl looked up at him, wrinkled her nose, and said, "Coward."
The boy trembled all over, yet he defiantly declared, "I... I'm not a coward!"
"Then touch it."
"I don't!!"
"coward."
The boy's eyes reddened, and tears streamed down his face.
"You little crybaby!" the girl shouted.
Then, as if sensing something, he turned his head and saw someone standing in front of the small courtyard that hadn't been opened for a long time.
She looked at it curiously, or perhaps thinking that the other person couldn't get in, she called out, "The lock has been broken for a long time, I can't get in."
Chu Xun turned to look at her and said with a smile, "I understand."
Without saying anything more, he turned and walked into the alley next to him, separated by only a wall.
The little girl stood up, thought for a moment, and took a few steps to the side to take a look.
They found that the alley was empty.
"Wow! They're walking so fast!" she exclaimed, thinking that at that speed, they must be even faster than her grandfather's donkey.
A crying sound came from the side. The little girl turned her head, glanced at it, and fiercely shouted with her hands on her hips, "I'll count to three, and if you cry again, I'll stuff an earthworm into your pants!"
The boy was so frightened that he burst into tears and ran away without thinking.
"coward!"
At this moment, Chu Xun, who had passed through the wall, looked around the small courtyard.
The courtyard was clearly abandoned compared to my memory.
Weeds grew everywhere, and the walls were mottled.
Several birds flew over and landed on the old locust tree in the yard, making the leaves rustle.
Chu Xun turned his head and looked at the still tall old locust tree.
I remember that year Huan'er climbed up like a monkey to pick locust flowers, and afterwards she and Tang Shijun drank and chatted here.
"What a pity, there really aren't any locust flowers."
Chu Xun sighed.
Just like Huan'er said, even though it should be the season when the locust trees are full of flowers, not a single flower can be seen.
Only green leaves, glossy like jade.
After a moment's thought, Chu Xun had an idea.
The soil in the yard was turned over, swallowing the weeds and becoming clean again.
He then pushed open the door and went inside. The wooden bed he had slept on was rotten. If he actually lay on it, he would probably fall and hurt himself badly.
The ground rose up, forming a platform that firmly supported the wooden planks.
Having traveled so far, Chu Xun decided to rest here for a while.
He tidied up the bedroom roughly, clapped his hands, and muttered to himself, "The mattress is still missing."
He can't conjure this thing.
He then went out and bought a mattress nearby.
When they returned, the little girl had already broken the earthworm into several pieces with a twig, staring at the constantly writhing, mutilated body.
Turning around, he saw Chu Xun carrying a quilt and walking into the alley.
The little girl quickly got up to look, but there was no one left in the alley.
"Wow! It runs even faster than Grandpa's donkey!"
A creaking sound came from the courtyard. The little girl exclaimed "Eh!" and ran over to peek through the crack in the door.
Seeing Chu Xun enter the room carrying a quilt, he couldn't help but be stunned for a moment.
She ran into the alley again and stared at the intact wall several times.
Big questions popped into his little head.
How did you get in?
Circumventing the Great Firewall?
The little girl's eyes lit up, as if she had suddenly thought of something.
Without hesitation, he turned and ran home, shouting as he entered, "Dad! Dad! There's a martial arts master who can scale walls!"
The man inside was wearing a short jacket and had a muscular build.
The area between the thumb and index finger of his right hand is large, and the joints are covered with calluses.
It was obvious at a glance that he was a seasoned weapon user.
To be precise, he was a bodyguard.
The daughter had heard her father's stories of escorting goods since she was a child, and she longed to be a part of it.
I've only heard of the great hero's name, but I've never actually seen him.
The little girl ran up to the man and shook his leg hard: "Dad, I'm talking to you, can't you hear me!"
The man was still counting the silver he had earned from the escort mission when he heard his daughter speak. He casually remarked, "Being able to scale walls doesn't make you a great hero."
"But he walks so fast, faster than Grandpa's donkey!"
The man chuckled upon hearing this, then turned away and said, "Even if he's much faster than a donkey, he still doesn't qualify as a great hero."
"Then how do we determine if it counts?"
"A true hero is not defined by speed or ability to scale walls, but by what he does and whether he possesses a chivalrous heart."
The little girl was confused. Everyone said the hero was very powerful, so why didn't his speed count?
The woman who came in carrying a basket heard this and said, "Can't you just go along with her for a bit? Otherwise, she'll keep you up at night."
The man chuckled and said, "Alright, alright, you're fast. Being able to scale walls makes you a hero. So, where is this hero you're talking about?"
"It's in that little courtyard at the entrance of the alley," the little girl said.
The man raised an eyebrow slightly. Having lived there for many years, he knew that the courtyard belonged to the government.
It is said that the Minister of Revenue of the current dynasty, Lord Zhang, once took the exam here.
It has been abandoned and neglected in recent years.
"Could there be a thief?" the woman next to her asked, then chuckled, "But there's nothing valuable inside. Even if there were a thief, he would leave empty-handed."
"They might just be homeless people looking for a temporary place to stay," the man said.
"The situation in the west has been very bad these past two years. Many people are unwilling to join the refugee army and have nowhere to go, so they can only flee from place to place."
"This has made escorting goods much more difficult for us. I don't know when we'll finally have peace."
"It's good that they didn't hit us, why bother with so much?" the woman said.
The man snorted, "Long hair, short-sighted, a woman's view! She doesn't even understand the saying 'if the lips are gone, the teeth will be cold'."
The little girl lay on the man's lap, watching her parents talk, but she didn't quite understand what they were saying.
He could only think how powerful the person living in that courtyard must be.
"He should be a bit better than Dad, right?"
After thinking for a moment, she shook her head and hummed.
"But he won't be much better than my dad!"