Chapter 14 Chapter 14 Jin Gouzi wants nothing, he doesn’t deserve it! / …

When Jin Zhaodi received the message from her mother, her first reaction was: Jin Gouzi is dreaming, he doesn't deserve it!

The person who came was her cousin, the first girl in her family, married for over twenty years and still half the head of her family. Sun Zhaodi, the head of the fifth branch of the Jin family in Dahuaishu, was intimidated by this eldest sister, both men and women.

Sister Jin was going to the provincial capital. It was closer to the Linchang Railway Station from Buxiantun, so she came to see her cousin and told her what her second aunt wanted to bring.

"Tell me the truth, and I'll go back and tell Second Aunt." Sister Jin was impatient and spoke quickly, "The old fairy on Lotus Peak closed the mountain early, and the rumors spread like wildfire, overshadowing her disciple who had returned to secular life. You guys are so tight-lipped, and outsiders only hear about her ability."

There are so many capable girls these days. The kind of strong girl who can cultivate two acres of land a day is the kind of daughter-in-law and sister-in-law that farmers like.

"He's not a disciple, he's a grand-disciple." Jin Zhaodi said, "They're really not a match. Big sister, go back and persuade my mother. She might listen to you. Look for another family as soon as possible."

"Oh! What's up?" Seeing that her cousin who loved Jin Gouzi the most refused outright, Sister Jin became a little interested: "From the perspective of her family, she is a lonely girl with no relatives around. Although Gouzi is not very promising, her second uncle and aunt are capable, and the family can get by. Besides, as for background, our family has a good origin, but this little girl's background is a bit ambiguous. Although she has returned to secular life, with this background, it is basically impossible for her to marry into a family that eats public grain. Just looking at the character, Gouzi's character is not worthy of anyone. Fortunately, he has a bad habit of being soft and afraid of the strong, so a strong wife can control him when the time comes." Why do you insist that your brother is not worthy?

What Sister Jin said was true, and to an outsider unaware of the situation, it might seem that way at first. Jin Zhaodi smiled wryly and offered only two points: "Little Fairy is quite capable. She saved your brother-in-law's entire team earlier, and it was only thanks to her that no one died. She's also responsible for all the catches this autumn! Little Fairy has a few foxes at home that follow her down the mountain, and wolves often bring their prey down to her—if this had happened ten years ago, someone would have offered her incense in the temple!"

Sister Jin believed in immortals, so she was filled with awe when she heard this: "Is she an incense master?"

"No, what are you thinking, big sister?" Jin Zhaodi said matter-of-factly, "Gouzi is so timid, wouldn't he be scared to death if he saw a wolf? Anyway, they are not good enough for each other. Big sister, please talk to my mother for me, and tell her that if she is not afraid that Gouzi will be frightened in the future and that my daughter will not be able to stay in her husband's family, then just go ahead with her idea."

"That's true. Wolves are the ancestors of dogs..." Sister Jin said, "With that kind of talent, you'll be a messenger sooner or later. When you do, send me a message and I'll come and pay my respects."

"Sister, you can't do this when you go to the provincial capital in a few days. Don't bring trouble to Chunzi." Sister Jin married a man with the same surname in the commune. The eldest son is called Jin Chun, who was recommended and admitted to the worker-peasant-soldier university this summer.

"I know, don't worry. It's just that Chunzi fell down right after he started school and sprained his leg. I went to the house of Jiang Xiangtou at Dahuaishu to pray for incense, but I don't know if it will work? This family is new..." Sister Jin wanted to go and see before the heavy snow blocked the road, otherwise she would not be able to leave her son at ease.

"Anyway, just be sure to be careful. The city is different from the countryside; they're much more strict! But there are a lot of good things in the city. If you see that bright, ticket-free cloth and bring it back for your niece, your brother-in-law will definitely give you a generous thank you!"

Sister Jin winked and agreed immediately. She had been to the provincial capital twice already. Last time, she'd heard from her city relatives how much stuff there was on the black market. This time, she'd brought a lot of mountain goods with her, hoping she'd have a chance to see some.

On the day of the Beginning of Winter, a light snowfall blanketed the ground. Wang Huzi borrowed a mule cart from the brigade to take Sister Jin and her husband to the forest farm. When they arrived, Grandma Wei's granddaughter had already helped them buy train tickets: "The earliest train is tonight at midnight, arriving in the provincial capital a little after five. If you think the time isn't right, I've arranged to exchange it for a ticket for the day after tomorrow at noon."

Brother-in-law Jin hurriedly thanked him, "The sooner the better. Go early and come back early. It would be troublesome if the city is blocked by snow."

When they entered the train station, they saw a huge crowd inside. The closed ticket office was packed with people waiting for the last wave of tickets to be released. Wang Huzi looked at his brother-in-law and his wife with two large baskets and four large bundles, and decided to stay and help with the ceremony: "Xiao Ni, go back. I'll be fine here."

Wei Xiaomei pursed her lips and smiled: "I will ask my brother-in-law to bring some hot water and dry food. He will come to accompany you after your brother-in-law gets off work around nine o'clock."

"Chengcheng! Go back quickly."

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At the same time, Lin Xinghuo was also rushing to Xiaohezigou Forest Farm with a basket on her back and a load on her shoulder. She came directly from the mountain, and the distance was much shorter than that of Wang Huzi and the others.

"Have you ever been to the black market in the provincial capital?" Lin Xinghuo asked the caracal squatting in the basket in front of the shoulder pole.

The caracal and the little fox huddled together, not blushing at all. "That's right! The black market in the provincial capital is much bigger than in the county. It takes up an entire alley. At first glance, there's no one in the alley, but they're actually in the courtyards or houses behind the doors. There are a lot of good stuff there, it all depends on whether you recognize it or not."

Lin Xinghuo had been in the mountains for several days, reaping a bountiful harvest of mountain goods and herbs. However, just as the caracal had predicted, she hadn't found the second wild boar king. She might have found one deeper in the primeval forest, but she wasn't strong enough to venture further.

The caracal said that natural treasures either need time to grow or are born by chance, so blindly searching is not feasible - besides, treasures are naturally hidden and not that easy to find.

Instead of looking for a needle in a haystack, it would be better to go to the black market. People often secretly take antiques to exchange for money or food. There might be an old thing that can be of some use to her.

Lin Xinghuo had previously planned to go to the county town's black market to exchange some money, so she decided to head directly to the provincial capital instead. They were now going to the forest farm to catch a ride on the train: the vast expanse of land bordering the mountains, from Jinjiayao and Bushantun to Xiaohezigou, was once private property. A local landowner and capitalist, surnamed Jin, ran a large business in the province and owned countless farmlands in the countryside. Bushantun was once known as Fangmabao, where the Jin family raised and raced horses. Later, it was donated to Bushan Temple by the Jin family, and the name was changed to Bushantun. The train station at Xiaohezigou Forest Farm was a crude track built by the Jin family to transport lumber to the province. Countless workers died transporting so much red pine logs that two people could barely hold hand-in-hand. After nationalization, the small station was preserved, and now only the old train runs to the provincial capital.

Lin Xinghuo had a letter of introduction from the commune for barefoot doctor trainees, but she couldn't buy a train ticket, so she had to find another way. According to the caracal, it had hitched rides to and from the provincial capital. What it left unsaid was that it had deliberately allowed itself to be captured, comfortably tucked away in a sack until it reached its destination, only to then tear through the sack and escape.

Lin Xinghuo's experience was therefore not very comfortable. The night wind was strong and cold, and it made her hands stiff. However, this train was slow, and only stopped at two or three small stations along the way, so it was bearable.

The windows of this old-fashioned train still had lattices welded to them, so it wasn't hard to cling onto them. Quite a few people, mostly young men, hitched rides. Some, terribly cold and tired of clinging, would take advantage of the train's slowdown to jump and roll, then brush off the dirt and walk away.

Lin Xinghuo heard the woman in the window she was clinging to say, "They're all young people from the nearby villages. To save a few steps, they came to climb the train."

"That's too reckless. Aren't you afraid of falling?" Sister Jin, who was sitting opposite the aunt, asked while glancing at Lin Xinghuo who had his face wrapped tightly. This man must have been holding on for almost two hours, right?

"It's okay. The train we're on is moving slowly. If we can't hold on, we'll just fall. The next train carrying freight is dangerous. The station is afraid of people stealing the goods, so it's moving fast, and there are train guards who beat people who climb down the train."

Sister Jin finally felt relieved. She kindly said, "Young man, do you hear me? If you can't hold on any longer, just jump into the grass nest."

Lin Xinghuo nodded and said nothing.

In fact, it wasn't just Sister Jin who noticed Lin Xinghuo; the other "hitchhikers" outside looked even more peculiar. Sister Jin couldn't tell from inside, but the young men outside, using the light from the train, could see that the man's figure didn't look like a man at all. Although his face was covered tightly, his exposed hands, not even wearing gloves, clearly belonged to a girl.

The most surprising thing is that in addition to the huge basket on her back, the girl also placed two baskets on the roof of the car, and she looked up from time to time.

"Sister, why are you carrying so many things? Do you want me to help you?" Two rogue boys jumped out from the back while the train was slowing down at the station, ran to the carriage where Lin Xinghuo was, climbed back on, and shamelessly teased the girl.

Seeing that Lin Xinghuo ignored him, the one who was closer to him held the handle of the carriage and moved closer to Lin Xinghuo little by little.

"Sister, are your hands cold? Talk to me and I'll give you gloves."

Lin Xinghuo thought the words sounded familiar, and something in her bag stirred. She immediately remembered the same thing the cat had said the other day: "Be my cook, and I'll teach you how to understand wooden signs." And so she fell into her friend's trap.

Lin Xinghuo immediately disliked this chatterbox and shouted, "Get lost!"

"Hey, little sister is cursing—Hey!—Hey!"

Without giving him another chance to talk nonsense, Lin Xinghuo raised his left leg, kicked the man's hand holding the handle with his toes, and swept outwards the moment he let go, directly sweeping the man off the train and landing in a weed nest five or six meters away.

The one who was swept out was still confused, but his companion saw the little girl just lift her leg, and his brother flew away with a "whoosh". This is an ancestor you can't afford to mess with! "No, no! I'll jump by myself!" The one at the back was very cowardly. He jumped off the train by himself, but he didn't aim well first. When he landed, he hugged his right foot and screamed. I guess he twisted his ankle.

Lin Xinghuo's army green bag moved, and a fat caracal crawled out. It flipped onto the roof of the car in a few swift moves, and its thick and long tail swept down, covering Lin Xinghuo's hands that were clinging to the iron bars of the car.

The caracal on the roof squatted upright with its back to Lin Xinghuo, its small round ears on both sides motionless, looking very serious.

Lin Xinghuo was stunned for a moment, then smiled slightly.

The author has something to say:

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Use Xun's thick tail to exchange for collection~

The previous chapter has been revised. If you are interested, you can take a look at the updated version from yesterday morning.