Chapter 124
The sister chased the boy and beat him up. Other fellow villagers were not surprised at all. They watched and laughed. They did not stop doing business with others. If they met customers from other places, they would enthusiastically introduce the current situation to them and invite the customers to laugh together.
Oh no, the little boy is going to be laughed at and get upset... Bei Qiao stepped forward and interrupted the siblings' playful chase: "Can we go now?"
"Huh? Ah! Of course!"
Finally, I don’t have to be laughed at anymore... The boy breathed a sigh of relief. When he passed by Bei Qiao, he lowered his head and whispered thank you.
Bei Qiao smiled, but didn't reply. He pulled the carriage and followed the siblings back home. "You're welcome, I just felt the same way." Some relatives and fellow townspeople who never achieved anything in their lives always like to take advantage of their age and laugh at and criticize the young, immature youngsters. Just because children are heartless doesn't mean they won't feel wronged or hold grudges.
After placing the two sacks of fish on the donkey cart of the siblings' family, Bei Qiao drove beside them and drove about a third of the way before parting ways at a three-way intersection. Looking at the sacks on the ground, which had already attracted many unidentified flying insects, Bei Qiao rubbed his temples and said: Why did I think so badly yesterday and buy fish as souvenirs?
I'd already bought it, so it would be a shame to throw it away. Bei Qiao circled the sack, then looked at the nearby tree. After careful consideration, he broke off a few thick branches from the tree, tied one end to the roof of the car, and the other to the sack containing the fish. Because of the weight of the fish, the branches bent and drooped, like a fishing rod, looking like they would break at any moment.
"I'll make do with it. Hopefully it's strong enough." Finally, he tied the sack to the carriage with a thick rope to prevent it from being lost if a branch broke. Bei Qiao returned to the front compartment and continued on his way. In the back of the carriage, a sack swung unsteadily, wafting the fishy smell that drew shocked glances from passersby: What a bizarre carriage, with a horse and donkey running side by side, and fish dangling like kites in the back.
Honghong absolutely hated the smell of fish. Whenever the wind shifted and brought the smell towards her, she would run as fast as she could, trying to escape the wind's influence. It wasn't known whether they were afraid of Honghong's ferocious expression, or the fish sacks swinging back and forth like a pendulum behind the carriage, but the other carriages on the road distanced themselves from Beiqiao's, trying to avoid them. Even the bandits who usually appeared randomly like wild monsters rarely showed up.
Originally, Bei Qiao thought that he would have to keep traveling until the sun went down before he could return to the Novice Village. However, Honghong ran so hard that Huihui had to speed up as well. The carriage sped all the way and actually arrived more than an hour ahead of schedule.
"I'm finally back." Looking at the familiar village entrance, Bei Qiao let out a long breath: I didn't dare to give myself a holiday before, and now that I'm back in the Novice Village, I have to have a good rest and go out for some fresh air.
Huihui, who was finally able to slow down and pull the cart, also breathed a sigh of relief at the same time: Oh my god, what's wrong with me? I almost ran myself to death.
"Qiao Qiao is back. Oh, is this the souvenir you mentioned?" Aunt Ding was chatting with guests at the door of the inn. When she heard the sound of the carriage, she turned her head and smiled at Bei Qiao: "You've worked so hard. Do you want to come in and rest for a while?"
"Good afternoon, Auntie. I have to go back and pack my things, so I won't rest for now." Bei Qiao stopped the carriage. The branches behind the carriage, which had been weighed down by the weight of the sack all the way, finally broke under the heavy load. The sack fell to the ground with a clatter. "Wait a moment, I'll get the souvenir out."
"No hurry." Aunt Ding waved towards the house. "It smells really fishy. Don't get your hands on it. I'll find someone to help you."
Aunt Ding had a wheelbarrow brought in from the backyard, and she helped Beiqiao load the sacks onto it, separating the dried fish from the fresh. Honghong, finally no longer having to haul fish, breathed a sigh of relief. She took small steps to go home, but after Huihui kicked her, she reluctantly stopped, waiting for Beiqiao to come home with her.
Huihui snorted at Honghong unhappily: What do you mean? How can a mount abandon its master and go away?
Honghong closed her eyes and dodged to the side: "I want to take a shower, the fishy smell is so bad! Don't get so close to me, you smell like fish too!"
Huihui was shocked: "Didn't you live by the sea before? Why can't you stand the slightest fishy smell? There were fish in the yard where we stayed last night, too. Weren't you fine then?"
Honghong turned her head away: If you promise not to tell anyone... I stuffed my nostrils with straw.
Huihui: What? Hahahahahaha…
"Why is your donkey suddenly laughing so hard?" Aunt Ding, who was chatting with Bei Qiao, was startled by Huihui's sudden laughter. She kicked the spear at her feet and grabbed it in her hand, looking around.
"I don't know. Maybe Honghong said something to it." Bei Qiao pulled a large fish from the sack, tied it with a straw rope and handed it to Aunt Ding. "I often hear them chatting on the road, but I never understand what they are talking about... Do you want this fish to hang on the tip of your spear?"
"Haha, no need, I can carry it myself."
Aunt Ding politely declined the fish before accepting it from Bei Qiao. She then handed her a pair of thick gloves and told her to wear them while delivering souvenirs. "They've been oiled, so they're waterproof. You won't get the fish smell on your hands when you handle them. I'll also lend you my car; just return it before dark."
"Thank you so much, this is exactly what I need!" Bei Qiao thanked Aunt Ding and asked her to take care of the sack temporarily. He went to park the carriage back home first, and then went back to the door of the inn to push the tricycle and distribute the fish he had brought back with great difficulty to his friends.
The players who got the fish were all delighted. Although they usually ate offline, they would occasionally enjoy a bite online. Xishi wanted the most fresh fish, intending to try making fish-filled buns. The others preferred dried fish, arguing that it would keep longer.
"National Day is coming in a few days. Are you planning to celebrate it offline?" Yu Qian got her share of salted fish and took a nibble: it felt no different from the salted fish she dried herself, both salty and damaging to the teeth.
"I haven't thought about it yet. It's too crowded to go out during holidays. Let's talk about it later." Bei Qiao put Li Qingqing's dried fish in a sack and handed it to Yu Qian: "Finally, the delivery is finished." Once again, he was sure that he was really stupid when he wanted to use fish as souvenirs before.
"Isn't it crowded? We have 50 minutes to visit the scenic spots, and we have to queue for nearly 20 minutes to go to the bathroom. It's crazy." Yu Qian took the sack and put it aside: "There are people everywhere, and the traffic is serious on the road. Fortunately, I went with a tour group and could even sleep in the car." It is true that group tours do not give you freedom, and it is not easy to eat local specialties. The advantage is that you don't have to worry about anything else, which is very suitable for lazy people who don't like to use their brains to plan routes and strategies.
After sending out souvenirs, it was already dinner time. Bei Qiao told Qiao Lin at the dinner table that he had bought her some new clothes. Qiao Lin complained that Bei Qiao was wasting money, but after finishing his meal, he immediately took the holographic glasses in his hand and went online to try on the new clothes as soon as he could digest the food.
"What about mine?"
"I've bought the cloth for Mom. You can choose whatever style you want." Bei Qiao grabbed the apple on the table and took a bite: With your talent of making Mom look ten years older out of thin air, I really don't have the confidence to choose clothes for you. Our aesthetic tastes are so different.
After a short rest, Bei Qiao went online to check on Huihui and Honghong. Huihui was fine, perhaps worried that his odor would stink up the stables, so he was grazing and strolling outside. The donkey looked incredibly comfortable. But for some reason, his fur was damp.
Honghong, who doesn't like the smell of fish, is in a miserable state because Beiqiao has been busy outside since he sent them home and has no time to take care of them. Honghong, who dislikes the smell on her body, can only hold the ladle in her mouth and scoop water from the tank and pour it on herself.
Because it was her first time doing this, Honghong was unskilled and couldn't quite get the angle right. She wasted half a tank of water, wasted herself, and only a little over three buckets of water ended up on Honghong herself. The rest ended up mostly on the ground, with a small amount splashing onto the innocent Huihui. Honghong didn't clean herself completely, but she nearly cleaned Huihui next to her.
"I was wondering why Huihui is in such a mess. Why are you messing around? Can't you wait for me?" Bei Qiao sighed as he looked at the water all over the floor. "Stand aside. I'll clean up the water first."
Should I say it's a good thing Honghong didn't run around the yard in anger? The floor is a mess, and I need to clean it up before Mom comes online.
After sweeping the floor with a broom, Bei Qiao brought a bucket of water, donned gloves, and took a brush to give Hong Hong a bath, not leaving behind the soaked ash. It took a lot of effort, and three buckets of water, to finally wash the fishy smell off her mount.
There are a lot of mosquitoes on autumn nights. Fortunately, there is a mosquito repellent device in the player's yard, so Bei Qiao doesn't have to worry about mosquito bites when washing the horse.
"Qiao'er, where are the new clothes?" Qiao Lin, who had just come online, opened the window and shouted to Bei Qiao in the yard.
"It's in your bedroom, on the table."
"Okay." Qiao Lin retracted his head, and soon came downstairs and walked out the door in his new clothes: "How is it? Does it look good?"
"Of course it looks good." Bei Qiao gave a thumbs up.
"But this dress feels inconvenient to wear when fighting." Qiao Lin lifted the hem of her skirt and kicked her legs.
"It's not meant for you to wear during a fight. You're the escort leader, not just a leader. What's wrong with wearing something nice?" Bei Qiao took off his gloves and washed his hands. "Only powerful escort leaders can afford to buy new clothes."
"Yes, did you have fun playing outside during this time?"
"It's okay. I went to the capital and watched a few lively events." Bei Qiao shook his wet hands and sighed: "Some children are really scary..."
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