Chapter 207
The captain of this escort team was Zhang Ping'an, an ordinary warrior with a wife and daughter. He was plain-looking and unremarkable in ability, but thanks to his prudence and contentment, he had managed to avoid any major mistakes over the years. His eldest daughter, Yu Minle, took her mother's surname and attended school for a few years. She now worked as a lawyer elsewhere. His youngest daughter, Zhang Zhuole, followed his academic performance and, after failing the provincial examinations several times, began working as a escort team member. She planned to compete for captaincy in a few years.
Not all women of the Jianghu are as sassy and glamorous as the characters in martial arts novels. Zhang Zhuole is just an ordinary person who dresses up when she feels like it. Her appearance isn't particularly striking, but her eyes are bright, revealing her as a warrior with a vibrant spirit. As for the extent of her martial arts skills, Bei Qiao couldn't estimate them. Of course, the question wasn't particularly important at the moment, as they weren't planning a duel.
Bei Qiao considered the invitation and finally agreed. It wasn't that he felt they had similar personalities, but riding horses for long periods of time was tiring and exhausting, and occasionally switching carriages would make him feel more comfortable. Furthermore, the people in the caravan seemed quite friendly, and no one had an unlucky look.
"We're leaving late, but we'll still reach the next city before dark." Zhang Zhuole wasn't exactly a lively person, but she was quite talkative. Normally, she didn't like to speak up unless necessary, but only when she met someone willing to talk would she open up, and her expression would become more lively than usual.
Bei Qiao: Sure enough, even the natives of other worlds like to turn on the power saving mode when they are at work.
Because Bei Qiao was good-looking, Zhang Zhuole was quite willing to talk to her, although he didn't say much. Most of the time, she was busy with the team's affairs, learning from her father's experience. If nothing unexpected happened, she planned to follow in his footsteps.
During their earlier conversation, she'd felt a sense of incongruity about Bei Qiao, but since the horse and the fan couldn't be faked, she didn't dwell on it or inquire further. She simply kept a watchful eye on Bei Qiao, occasionally glancing at him. She had no plans to get close to him, nor did she consider a relationship. In her eyes, dating was a waste of time and money, and pointless. Not all girls are like the stereotypical characters in storybooks, destined to be rebellious and outgoing, and drawn to men whenever they see one. Take Zhang Zhuole herself, for example: her usual way of interacting with men is through arm wrestling. On a good note, she could lift four adults at once.
A convoy is noisier than a single person traveling alone and has a lower level of maneuverability. If you encounter a robber, you need to avoid them in advance. To this end, the convoy has dedicated people scouting the route, and they rotate out every once in a while to prevent fatigue.
If the convoy wasn't so crowded with fragile items, the Zhangs could have moved even faster. However, the cargo couldn't handle the bumps, so they could only maintain their current speed.
Although they could see that Beiqiao was also a martial artist, they didn't dare put their safety on such a young man. Therefore, they arranged for Beiqiao to ride in the middle carriage. This way, no matter who intercepted him from the front or attacked him from behind, they wouldn't immediately collide with him. As for Beiqiao's choice to sit in the front compartment rather than inside the carriage, they also chose to understand and respect it. They had seen the suspicion of the rich and powerful before them. Even those so-called confidants could be suspected or even abandoned.
Zhang's father and daughter: We have seen young people who don't understand and try to preach, and their captain would drag them away with a green face.
Naturally, the escort convoy couldn't consist of just two people. Besides the Zhang family father and daughter, the convoy also had several escorts, including players. True, while working alongside the natives carried the risk of being discovered, some players dared to work without sleep, fighting until they were kicked offline by the system, so that they could pretend that their bodies in another world had become too sick to feel.
Players who were kicked offline could no longer log in to control their characters. However, since the locals had seen players working themselves to the bone without even sleeping, they didn't see anything wrong with players fainting from exhaustion. If the player had a friend who was a doctor in another world, that wouldn't be a problem at all, as even the issue of preserving their bodies would be solved.
Of course, there are villains in otherworldly realms who are hell-bent on taking lives, and there are also coincidences that can add up to a fatality. In such cases, players can only accept defeat and see if they can hire someone to quietly take over their otherworldly inheritance. Why quietly? Of course, to guard against those local villains who profit from the dead.
The Zhang family's escort mission would take about eight days. They had just set out today, and the player escort, having prepared for this mission for a while, was still quite energetic. At night, she would log off for a few short naps, occasionally taking naps during the day to catch up on sleep, but otherwise just forced herself to keep going. During this time, she had to avoid looking in the mirror as much as possible, as staying up late made her complexion look truly terrible.
Standing guard beside one of the carriages on horseback, the player looked at Bei Qiao who was invited to rest in the carriage, biting his handkerchief in his heart with envy: Alas, there are differences in reincarnation techniques, and the people still need to work hard.
Bei Qiao, who is also a commoner and has been over-imagined again: It’s just that the sun is a little bit too strong and I don’t want to open my eyes.
For the rest of the time, the convoy progressed smoothly. There was no scene where the convoy was attacked and then a passing hero suddenly appeared to save the tide. There was no hero saving the beauty or the beauty saving the hero. There was only courtesy and vigilance when meeting other strangers, and quarrels that broke out when friction arose.
Not everyone agrees with the idea that a step back can open up a new world. Some people, feeling they can hold back for a while, only to grow angrier, figuring they'll never see each other again anyway, and so they engage in heated arguments. Of course, during the argument, these people try to move to the side of the road to avoid blocking traffic and causing public outrage.
The players wanted to watch the fun, but work was more important, so they could only stretch their necks as far as they could, using their left eye to keep watch and protect the convoy, while using their right eye to watch the fun, and they were very busy.
For safety reasons, the Zhangs remained on high alert when passing carriages that stopped for arguments. Transporting a large number of escorts, one encounters all sorts of people and any number of situations can occur. Previously, some people had used arguments as a pretext to lower the guard of passersby, then robbed them as they passed by, with a high chance of success.
Fortunately, the people on the street today really wanted to argue. Of course, this might also be because Bei Qiao was wrapped in a nondescript cloak. Bei Qiao, who originally looked like a fat sheep, was wrapped up like a beautiful black dumpling. He was still handsome, but a little less conspicuous.
Bei Qiao, who was praised by a passing child for a beautiful zongzi, said: "..."
The other escorts tried to hold back their laughter but couldn't: "Pfft..."
The convoy arrived at its destination, Zhuyue City, at dusk. Bei Qiao got back on horseback, separated from the convoy at the city gate, found an official inn to stay in, and went offline to rest.
"Meow!" Noticing Beiqiao had taken off his holographic glasses, Tangyuan lay on the cat sofa and meowed at Beiqiao, exposing his belly to the sky. Beiqiao looked at the open bedroom door, then looked at Tangyuan rolling leisurely on the cat sofa, bent down and touched his furry belly: Speaking of which, I didn't encounter any monsters along the way. Was it a false alarm, or had they been cleared out?
Some demons who have become units of merit counting: No wonder our ancestors covet humans but rarely provoke them. They were born so weak, yet their growth limit and speed are so... Damn the favored ones of heaven! Damn their spirituality and potential!
After dinner with her parents, Bei Qiao grabbed her tangyuan and opened her computer to search for the latest housing prices in her city. Although she didn't have much money, that didn't stop her from doing some research. What if she got rich someday? Everyone should always have dreams.
"After buying a house, I will buy a household robot, then a self-service home furnishing material set, a vegetable garden, and a self-service vegetable-growing machine..." Farming is engraved in the genes of the Chinese people. Bei Qiao also likes it, but when it comes to growing vegetables, not liking it does not mean you are good at it. With a self-service vegetable-growing machine, the vegetable garden can grow by itself, and users only need to remember to add water, fertilizer and other things regularly.
"Expensive..." After seeing the price of the self-service vegetable growing machine, Bei Qiao began to hesitate whether he should just scatter some seeds and let them grow freely: it seemed that he would not be able to eat all the vegetables he could buy at this price within the warranty period... Oh, he almost forgot, he didn't even have a house with a vegetable garden.
After tossing the items he likely wouldn't buy into his shopping cart and collecting a few houses he liked, Bei Qiao logged into the holographic world and paid to experience the speed-controlled self-service vegetable grower. The experience itself was free; it was the speed-controlled service that cost money. With speed activated, users could watch plants blossom and bear fruit before their eyes, much like a farming game where you could play for just a few days and see the crops mature.
After experiencing the self-service vegetable grower, Bei Qiao went to the online store area to browse the lucky bags. Recent graduates receive investment incentives, and some rush to open online stores while these are still available. If they perform well, they continue; if they don't, they close the store and give away or sell off any unsold items. Besides closing the store to clear out inventory, another option is to package the items and sell them at the city's lucky bag warehouse, which then stocks them for sale, thus reducing resource waste.
Lucky bags are a way for businesses to recoup their losses, and they can also be the source of a store's resurgence. A customer once bought something they loved in a lucky bag and, hoping to buy it again in the future, searched for the store's previous online updates, dug out the owner, who hadn't posted for a while, offered her a chance to try again, and then...
And then nothing happens. Customers will eventually get tired of the goods in the same store, and the store owner will have made enough money. This interesting story ends badly, and the only people left who miss the store are the audience of the story, waiting for a sequel that will never be updated.
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