Chapter 77

Chen Xiaofei's previous plan was to use money to donate an official position to his future daughter-in-law, and then find a strong girl to marry into the family and take care of his troublesome son. But now it seems...

Chen Xiaofei: I always feel that this is a bit unfair to the daughter who was raised with great effort, so let it go.

After giving the proceeds from selling maps this afternoon to Lan Mi, Chen Xiaofei turned and left the room, heading towards the woodshed where the players were imprisoned.

His unworthy son, Chen Jingyuan, was standing outside the woodshed, arguing with this group of righteous people. Every time he ran into a wall with his beloved, he would come over and have a big argument to vent his emotions.

"Yuan'er! Why did you skip school again?" Having made his decision, Chen Xiaofei was no longer as angry as before.

"The teacher said that I have done well in my studies recently and can leave early." Chen Jingyuan put away his ferocious expression, stepped forward and saluted Chen Xiaofei: "Dad." Dad should not be able to tell that he is lying, right?

"Look at that expression, do you have something to say to me?"

"Uh... Dad, they said you were going to find me a tigress to marry into my family. Is that true? Isn't it only men who marry into my family?"

"Have you ever done what a man should do?" Chen Xiaofei patted his son's shoulder with a smile.

"I just..."

"Okay, don't worry! I won't make the decision for you regarding marriage!" Chen Xiaofei pushed his son from behind: "Of course, don't even think about forcing others to make the decision! Our Chen family has to have some dignity!"

"Dad, I really mean it!"

"Stop, Dad doesn't doubt your sincerity." Yes, yes, you really don't want to let the girl have an easy time.

Chen Xiaofei tricked his son into leaving and ordered his servants to open a jar of aged wine, saying it would calm his nerves. He then opened the woodshed, blindfolded the man inside, threw him into a carriage, and sent him straight to jail.

Chen Xiaofei: Saving lives is commendable, but breaking into someone's house is wrong. Considering they all bought the map, let's give them a few days in jail to clear their heads. They spend all day imitating others' chivalrous deeds, but they don't even look at their own abilities. They run slower than pigs waiting to be slaughtered. Even the guards, under orders to let go, couldn't get rid of these useless guys.

After dealing with the people in the woodshed, Chen Xiaofei took the box he had prepared earlier and went into the imperial city to meet the emperor.

"Your Majesty."

"Stand up." The empress, sitting behind the desk, put down the memorial in her hand and said, "You seem to have changed your mind this time."

"Yes, Your Majesty." Chen Xiaofei asked the eunuch outside to bring in the box he brought with him: "This is the military funds donated by this old minister. Your Majesty, please consider my old age and arrange the most strict teacher for my son."

"As long as you figure it out, it's OK."

Chen Jingyuan, who had passed out drunk at home, had no idea that today would be his last good day. After Chen Xiaofei donated the military funds, several guards, led by him, went directly to the Duke's Mansion and took the unconscious Chen Jingyuan away. When he woke up the next day, he would face a strictly disciplined military camp and a devilish instructor prepared specifically for him.

Those whose crimes are not punishable by death but who have a host of flaws are best sent to the military. Once those bad habits are worn away by discipline, their good qualities will always emerge.

Chen Xiaofei: It doesn’t matter if you don’t have any advantages, as long as you can behave like a human being and learn how to do human work.

"It seems like someone is running on the mountain?" In the outer city, Bei Qiao, who walked out of the garment store, glanced casually at the mountain and accidentally discovered several vague figures flashing by on the mountainside: were they soldiers guarding the rear of the imperial city, or... That's all, it had nothing to do with him.

Bei Qiao twirled the bag on her shoulder, looked at the sky, and decided to return to the inn. With some time left before dinner, she planned to finish the forum and guild quests again.

She had already found a relatively safe route for transporting convoys from Yuanshan Village to the capital, but that alone wasn't enough to convince her to expand her routes. Even if she could find a source of customers, most escorts were one-way trips. If she didn't develop a side business along the way, returning with an empty truck would be a waste.

Bei Qiao: I have to make back the money I spent on this trip through information, otherwise it would just be pure tourism.

Returning to the room and opening the forum, Bei Qiao first checked the Chamber of Commerce missions. Someone had taken on another lucrative Black Room rescue mission today, and the failure rate remained 100%.

"Ah, why am I the only one here?" The player who was caught because they ran too slowly was thrown into the woodshed, stunned by the empty woodshed. Worried that the previous players had been dealt with, she frantically posted a plea for help: Help! The natives are killing players! All the fellow villagers who were previously imprisoned in the Duke's Mansion are gone!

As soon as this post came out, all the players in the capital were shocked.

Previously, everyone dared to go to the Duke's Mansion because they didn't kill people there. If players were caught, they would either be beaten and thrown out, or locked up in the woodshed, not allowed to leave the house and only able to eat one steamed bun a day. But today, someone told them that the Duke's Mansion had started killing people... Isn't this a deadly thing?

"Are we still doing the mission today?" In the basement of the Chamber of Commerce, several players who had just formed a team and were ready to take on the mission looked at each other.

"have no idea……"

"How about, forget it?"

"It's okay, you can answer it. Someone just debunked the rumor on the forum. He's not dead, he's been sent to jail."

"Is it true? Who said that?"

"I said this in the Capital City spam group. It seems I got annoyed by the private chats I received earlier, so I went to the group to make a unified statement."

After learning that there was first-hand information in the spam group, the players who were preparing to complete the task exited the Chamber of Commerce interface and opened the spam group.

In the spam group, the player who was said to have been in the firewood room of the Duke's Mansion that morning was named Pei Baoshan. Before being called online, he was still working on a craft outside because being in jail was so boring that he couldn't stay in the game anymore.

Tea merchant Pei Baoshan: "I was just sent in, I'm not dead! If you want to complete the mission, go ahead. Don't be afraid. It's just a matter of getting beaten up anyway."

Tea merchant Pei Baoshan: The treatment in the prison where I was personally sent by the Duke's Mansion is pretty good. The jailers here don't beat people.

Tea merchant Pei Baoshan: But can you believe it? There are actually upright jailers here. Several of us pooled our money to bribe them to let us out, but they actually refused!

Tea merchant Pei Baoshan: They are too lazy to even cheat us out of our money!

The topics in the spam group strayed from the prison to the security measures of the Duke's Mansion. One player complained that the courtyard of the Duke's Mansion was too big and not very friendly to people with poor direction. Later, someone told him that there were maps for sale, but the price was a bit expensive.

Bei Qiao watched the excitement for a while, then switched the screen back to the Yuanshan Village spam group. He was about to send a private message to his mother to tell her that he had bought her a new set of clothes, when he suddenly remembered that his mother was at home.

"If I tell her now that I bought her a new dress, she will definitely rush over from next door and keep nagging me until I give in and return it... Forget it, I'll tell her when I go back." Bei Qiao stuffed the new clothes he bought for Qiao Lin back into his bag: I don't believe she can let me drive back to the capital to return the clothes.

The Yuanshan Village spam group is still very lively today. The popularity of Fan Ke's freeloading on the ladder has not yet passed. In addition to working, everyone occasionally daydreams of flying around the world on a sword.

After confirming that nothing had happened in Yuanshan Village and that the escort agency was operating normally, Bei Qiao gathered her thoughts and began editing today's gossip thread. Previously, when she encountered the martial arts conference in Langyu City, she had, on a whim, edited a gossip thread with an advertisement, posting about what was happening in Langyu City to forums in other counties. Today, she opened it and saw that she had actually made a small profit of over a hundred yuan.

"Not bad, quite profitable." Bei Qiao typed the last word and clicked send: "I just don't know how long it can last." Information, as long as it is placed in the right place, can make money.

There are many delicious foods in the capital, and Bei Qiao went out to eat some before logging off, so that when she had dinner, she only ate half of her usual amount.

"I told you to eat some cookies, but you ate too many, didn't you? Cookies aren't nutritious. Go peel an apple and eat it yourself!" Qiao Lin put down his chopsticks, grabbed a handful of nuts and started eating. "What are you busy with in there today? Is the capital city nice?"

"It's very nice. I'll take you to see it when I have time." Anyway, I'm rich now, and taking my parents with me will just mean spending more on rent.

"What are you looking at? It's not your capital anymore. When you have time, your father and I will take you to see our capital again. Don't stay at home all day."

"good."

After dinner, Bei Qiao went downstairs for a walk to help digest his food. Across the street from the residential complex, the night market had already begun. Standing by the fence, Bei Qiao could smell the aroma of barbecue.

There were many people buying late-night snacks in the park, but Beiqiao didn't join in the fun, nor did he have the habit of adding extra food. He slowly practiced a set of boxing in the neighborhood, under the alluring aroma of food. Before the kids from the neighborhood rushed out to learn from him, Beiqiao ran home and pretended he hadn't left the house.

Bei Qiao: I was careless and almost couldn’t dodge it.

"Why are you running? It's like you're being chased by a dog." Qiao Lin, who was watching TV on the sofa, turned around.

"That's about the same." Bei Qiao closed the door and wiped his face: Naughty kids are much more troublesome than dogs.

After catching up on today's exercise, Bei Qiao rubbed Tangyuan's head, returned to his room, logged into the game, and continued to collect information in the capital. The capital had many specialties, but most of them were not convenient to carry. In this other world with underdeveloped transportation, purchasing on behalf of others was very limited.

After returning to the inn and writing down the information he had gathered on paper, Bei Qiao sat on his bed and began his daily internal energy training. At 11 pm, having made a small breakthrough in his internal energy, Bei Qiao opened his eyes and opened the forum, about to take a quick look before logging off, but he saw a private message box flashing. He clicked it and saw it was from Yu Qian.

Writer Yu Qian: Qiao Qiao, I have abs now!

Writer Yu Qian: But why is the belly still there? Woo!

Qiao Qiao from the Escort Agency: I am not a fitness coach, I can only give you advice on keeping in good health.

Qiao Qiao from the Escort Agency: It’s already eleven o’clock, don’t stay up late.

Writer Yu Qian: ...

Writer Yu Qian: Okay.