Chapter 181: Chaos in Xiaocheng (Part 21) [Requesting Monthly Tickets]
"Who are these two?"
The bearded man glanced at the provisions, satisfied before noticing two unfamiliar faces beside the young man. Though displeased, he didn't show it, and the young man greeted him with a smile and enthusiastic introductions.
"Let me introduce you, this is someone I just met..." The young man paused here, seemingly forgetting to ask Mama, who had a heavenly voice, what her name was.
Fortunately, Shen Tang noticed his embarrassment and naturally bowed to the bearded man, introducing herself: "My surname is Shen."
"So Mama's surname is Shen, that sounds nice. What's Mama's given name? Surely she has more than just a surname, right?" The young man couldn't help but look at Shen Tang with pity, as if to say, "You're so pitiful." Shen Tang was about to answer when the bearded man reprimanded the young man.
The bearded man said, "How can you be so dissolute?"
The young man protested, "How am I promiscuous?"
The bearded man rolled his eyes and said, "We women from the Central Plains are different from ordinary barbarian women. We can't just tell others our names. At most, I'll tell you our surname."
Shen Tang frowned slightly.
Although the bearded man spoke in a relatively calm tone, the content he said didn't sit well with her; it carried a considerable amount of malice. She secretly observed the young man's expression out of the corner of her eye and noticed that he was still smiling, his eyes showing no sign of displeasure.
Is this young man a simpleton?
He wasn't angry when someone called him a "barbarian" to his face?
The young man gave Shen Tang an "I see, I've learned something new" look, and apologized, saying he didn't know about the custom beforehand and hoped she wouldn't think he had offended her. Shen Tang waved her hand: "It's alright, it's alright. A name is meant to be called, isn't it? I've never cared about these customs..."
The bearded man subtly pursed his lips.
His tone was unfriendly: "So what if they're all new friends you've met? You shouldn't bring them back so casually. The military camp is not a brothel for romance and reckless fun. It's inconvenient for women to stay here. You should settle them down as soon as possible, and be careful not to let your father find out, otherwise—humph, someone else will get scolded for you, and your new friends will suffer too."
The young man's face immediately fell.
He muttered, "My godfather wouldn't..."
Seeing that the young man was as stubborn as a mule, the bearded man didn't forcefully stop him, knowing that saying more would only lead to more trouble. His own father doted on this brute, even more so than his own son—at least the bearded man had never enjoyed that kind of favoritism from childhood to adulthood.
It's impossible not to feel envious and jealous.
People say, "Rely on the eldest, dote on the youngest, and dislike the middle-aged the most." Given how much the old man dotes on the young, it's no wonder that almost everyone assumes the young are his lost treasures, his precious youngest children, and the bearded man is no exception.
Coupled with the young man's repeated Versailles-like behavior, the bearded man appeared even more mediocre and incompetent, receiving more criticism in the last two years than in the previous thirty years combined. It would be strange if the bearded man had any goodwill towards the young man. Every time they met, he would make a sarcastic remark.
What's most infuriating is that the young man seems unable to understand human language.
He never said a word back, and even smiled.
This only makes the bearded man seem petty and narrow-minded.
"Hmph, you say you won't, but don't regret it later." The bearded man waved his hand, signaling the soldiers behind him to take the supplies and provisions, leaving the young man standing aside.
The young man wasn't disappointed. He went straight up to Chen Tang and said enthusiastically, "Mama, let me show you my tent..."
Upon hearing the words "camp," Qi Shan's forehead veins throbbed violently.
The "Heart-Cleansing Mantra" he had been silently reciting earlier was instantly wasted. Ignoring his status, he raised his hand to stop the young man. The young man looked at him suspiciously. He sneered, "What did this young general say? Take Young Master Shen...and his wife to see your tent?"
I almost blurted out "Young Master Shen".
He changed his address to "Young Lady Shen" at the last minute, the pronunciation so awkward it almost caused his tongue to ache, and his expression momentarily turned ferocious. Even the slow-witted young man knew that Qi Shan was angry, and couldn't help but explain, "Yes, look how good the sheet music is in my tent."
After saying that, he looked at Qi Shan with a strange expression, his eyes seeming to say, "You poor, stingy scholar, your thoughts are really dirty. Shen Mama and I are soulmates like high mountains and flowing water." This made Qi Shan's expression more and more distorted until Shen Tang patted his hand.
"Let's go together, brother, how about you accompany us with music?"
Qi Shan: "..."
No, he refused with his life!
You can see the gate of the rebel camp from afar.
Just then, she saw nearly a hundred soldiers herding over a hundred cattle and dozens of sheep back, causing quite a stir. She deliberately slowed her pace and eavesdropped. It turned out that these cattle and sheep were "collected" by the soldiers when they went out to recruit more soldiers.
They claimed that the owners of cattle and sheep, upon hearing that the rebels were divine soldiers sent from heaven to save the people from suffering, "voluntarily" donated all their wealth in the hope of doing their part.
Shen Tang's lips twitched: "..."
If the rebels were truly benevolent, it's possible that some civilians might be willing to donate a few cattle and sheep. However, since the rebels are the troops under Zheng Qiao's two mad brothers, their true nature is unknown. Who would be so insane as to voluntarily donate? Robbery is the real possibility.
With so many cattle and sheep, the victims were all wealthy and powerful.
And indeed, things turned out exactly as Shen Tang had imagined.
I'm pretty close to guessing.
The remaining one or two differences are...
Shen Tang suddenly felt something.
She felt someone was watching her, so she followed her intuition and looked in that direction, just in time to meet a pair of clear, bright eyes. It was a cowherd with a hunched back and shrunk shoulders, wearing a linen coat that had been washed until it was slightly yellow, a tattered straw hat, and a dirty face.
How dirty was it?
If you rub your fingers on it, you could probably rub off some thick strips of mud. The cowherd didn't keep looking at her; his gaze met Chen Tang's for a moment before he naturally looked away. The person next to him, a little taller than him, was probably also helping to herd the cattle and sheep.
Shen Tang naturally looked away as well.
Outwardly calm, but inwardly bursting with rage.
How did Zhai Xiaofang even get in here?
Yes, Zhai Xiaofang!
Those peach blossom eyes are too distinctive.
Even though he had smeared his face with dirt, donned a sleazy cowherd's outfit, and deliberately hunched over, looking completely different from before, Shen Tang could still recognize him from his eyes. This was undoubtedly Zhai Xiaofang! Zhai Le recognized her too.
Of course, it wasn't because of her almond-shaped eyes.
Shen Tang has already returned to his original appearance; only a blind man wouldn't recognize him! However, neither he nor Zhai Huan made a sound. Firstly, it was for their own safety; exposing their identities in front of someone else's headquarters would be tantamount to suicide. Secondly, they were unsure of Shen Tang's stance.
How did Brother Shen end up with the rebels of the Geng Kingdom?
|ω｀o)“
The door is fine, but my foot is... it still hurts a little.
PS: I switched to a new laptop today and found that the old red switch was more comfortable to use. The jelly blue switch (customer service said it's similar to brown switch, and everyone says brown switch is more suitable for typing) is a little hard to get used to, and it feels too heavy.
The larger keys are rather mushy, unlike the crisp sound of the other letter keys, which is driving perfectionists crazy...
I also bought two new skins for my new rice bowl during the Double Eleven sale. The quality is a bit cheap, but they look great...
(End of this chapter)
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