In ancient times, people traveled by horse-drawn carriage. It took more than half a month for Xihe to reach Yungui Mountain and find Fulu. The sky was just getting light at that time. He was lying silently under the eaves covered with a straw mat, his breath so weak that he was almost dead.
Xihe thought Fulu was in a bad condition, but she didn't think he was so miserable. When she helped him up, his bones were so painful that they hurt.
"Miss, the beggar has fallen asleep."
Ah Lu came downstairs and saw the wound on her hand, she felt so sad: "How could you be so stupid to let him drink your blood? It must be so painful. We have water." She carefully untied the gauze and sprinkled medicine on it.
The little girl was fair and cute, tears were falling down her face, and her eyes were red.
Xihe's heart softened for a moment, and he wiped her tears: "Why are you crying? It's just a minor injury." Thinking of what she had just said, he paused, "Don't call him a beggar anymore. Call him 'Mr. Fu' from now on."
Ah Lu didn't understand: "But he is obviously a beggar..."
Xihe's face turned cold.
Ah Lu was instantly frightened: "Yes, yes, from now on I will call him 'Mr. Fu' and treat him with respect."
Xihe took a deep breath, feeling somewhat helpless. Ah Lu was placed by Mrs. Cheng by the original owner's side to take care of her daily life. She was simple-minded and had no bad intentions. She was 120% loyal to the original owner, but she had a bad mouth and said whatever she wanted. She was also used to flattering the powerful and bullying the weak.
Xihe scolded him, "He is very important to me. Don't pretend to obey him but actually disobey him. If I find out, I won't forgive you."
Ah Lu suddenly felt guilty. She had indeed intended to agree to her young lady on the surface, but secretly criticize the beggar. However, who would have thought that the young lady had such sharp eyes that she could see through her little thoughts at a glance.
For a moment, she was unhappy and had no energy: "Yes, I absolutely dare not."
Xihe nodded, and the atmosphere between master and servant suddenly became quiet.
In the evening, the sun set over the valley, and the heat in the air gradually subsided, but it was still very hot and stuffy. Xihe went into the backyard of the inn and mixed the saltpeter that the shopkeeper had found into the water according to the proportion. Then she signaled the waiter to watch and call her again when it turned into ice.
She returned to the room and walked to the bed: "Did you rest well?"
The figure on the bed was motionless, the candlelight flickered, shining on his face with closed eyes and expressionless expression.
Xihe bent down, picked up the shoes, turned them over his feet, and put them on him. The motionless man immediately withdrew his feet, stood up and glared at her.
Xihe handed over the shoes: "Put them on, we'll go out later."
Fulu looked at her coldly, and Xihe stepped forward and said, "Then I'll do it." After saying that, she tried to put the shoes on him, regardless of his struggle. Fulu couldn't hold it in any longer, and a muffled "get out" came out of his throat, and he snatched the shoes away.
Xihe stood by the bed and watched him put on his shoes with difficulty.
She had absolutely no intention of making things difficult for Fu Lu or embarrassing him on purpose. On the contrary, after knowing what the original owner had done and the suffering he had endured, she just wanted him to live happily and freely. However, with the hatred he now felt for her, he would definitely not cooperate unless she forced him.
Fu Lu put on his shoes, and he was sweating and panting. He was really too weak.
Xihe helped him up, but Fulu pushed her away and slowly moved towards the door, holding on to the table. His calves were shaking and his limbs were trembling. The green robe he wore felt empty and he was soon gasping for breath from exhaustion.
Xihe sighed, walked forward, and carried the man downstairs regardless of his wishes.
Shopkeeper Liu came out from the backyard: "Boss, what you ordered has been prepared..." He happened to see his boss carrying a skinny old man downstairs, one of them had a look of resistance on his face, and the other had a gentle expression.
He was stunned for a moment and subconsciously looked at the beggar. He had a wrinkled face and looked very old.
Xihe held up Fulu, who was about to fall, and looked at Shopkeeper Liu: "Is it already formed? Come on, take me to see it."
Shopkeeper Li suppressed the strange feeling in his heart and excitedly led the way: "Boss, you are so amazing, you can actually make ice! With this thing, we can make a lot of money from those wealthy families..."
As I entered the backyard, I was immediately hit by a cool breeze. The yard was crowded with the inn's maids and servants, who were whispering and looking excited.
"Ice, it's really ice!"
"Of course it's real. It's taking shape right before my eyes, oh my god."
Fulu was pushing Xihe hard. He raised his eyes subconsciously when he heard the sound, and saw that the middle of the spacious yard was filled with huge blocks of ice, which was as cool as entering an ice cellar.
Xihe breathed a sigh of relief. She was worried that she wouldn't be able to figure it out.
He turned around and told Shopkeeper Liu, "Divide it into several parts. Give some to the townspeople, and send some to the surrounding villages and towns. Let everyone spend the night first."
Shopkeeper Liu: “…”
No, boss, even if you don't intend to exploit the people and make money, you shouldn't be so generous!
This is all money! Pure silver!
Xihe turned around, looking puzzled: "Manager Liu?"
Shopkeeper Liu immediately realized: "Yes, I'll arrange it right away."
"etc."
Xihe refused the servant to take over Fulu: "Have Taoist Zhang and others arrived?"
Manager Liu slapped his head and hurriedly sent someone to shout, "Here they are, here they are! We've packed up and are ready to go. The carriage is at the door, and everything is ready."
Xihe immediately supported Fulu in front and said, "Let's set off now."
However, upon hearing the Taoist priest's name, Fulu instantly quit. He suddenly pushed Xihe away, staggered back, leaned against the door, gritted his teeth, and looked bloodthirsty.
He knew it! He knew it! How could this woman have such good intentions!
Xihe stepped forward: "It's not what you think..."
Bang, the hand was slapped away.
The loud slap shocked everyone in the yard.
Ah Lu was the first to hold back: "How dare you lay hands on my lady!"
Fulu said nothing, pursed his lips tightly, looked around at the rosy-faced people in the yard, turned around and stumbled out the door.
They are all under her command. They rely on Cheng Ge to live a good life and have no idea about the suffering of others.
Xihe quickly chased after him: "Fulu!"
Fu Lu turned a deaf ear to the voice behind him. It was like a death warrant. She wanted to squeeze out every last bit of value from him, and he would never let her succeed.
Taoist Priest Zhang and his companions had just come downstairs when they turned around and saw a group of people chasing a white-haired old man. The female owner of the Cheng family was also following behind. Her body was faster than her mind, and she grabbed the old man with one hand: "Wait, let's talk it over..."
He has been training his body since he was young, and his strength is a bit greater than that of ordinary people in the martial arts world. He held Fu Lu tightly.
Xihe ran up and grabbed the person back: "Everyone get in the carriage first. We must arrive before it is too dark. Don't miss the time." He dragged Fulu, whose eyes were red with anger, into the first carriage.
Shopkeeper Liu reacted quickly and asked Taoist Zhang and others, who looked confused, to get into the carriage, and the group rushed out of the city.
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