"I'm fine. These assassins are very skilled in martial arts, so be careful." The five guards that Gu Mu brought were all elite soldiers with excellent fighting skills.
Otherwise, he wouldn't feel comfortable sending just five people directly to Jiangnan.
"Be cautious, there is nothing to fear."
He said in a cold voice.
Gu Mu was very unhappy.
I'm quite annoyed.
Transmigrating into a female-oriented novel, all I encounter are conspiracies and schemes.
Can't we have a legitimate and aboveboard encounter?
Even the fight was unpleasant; it was an assassination attempt, and the other side quickly withdrew after failing to defeat the enemy in a short time.
Even fighting can't be done to the fullest.
Their assassination attempt failed tonight, so they certainly won't act rashly again. It seems the plan to lure the enemy out will have to be carried out the next day.
"Get some rest. I'll have guards watch over your door." Several guards took turns standing guard to ensure their safety.
the next day.
At the post station, people lined up at the entrance early in the morning.
Each of them held a bowl in their hands.
During the famine, their only means of survival was perhaps the rice that Gu Mu distributed.
An elderly man, his hands trembling, took the bowl, looked at the white rice inside, and his eyes filled with tears: "I have never eaten anything so good in my life."
In times of scarcity, being able to eat one's fill was a blessing.
Even if they grow their own grains, they won't steam them into a full bowl of rice. Instead, they'll add some sweet potatoes or corn kernels, or cook them into a thin porridge to fill their stomachs.
But ever since the Regent arrived, everyone has been able to eat white rice, a privilege reserved for high-ranking officials and nobles.
With trembling hands, the old man picked up his chopsticks and put a mouthful of rice into his mouth.
Sweet and soft...
It has a light, fragrant aroma of rice.
It tastes even better than those white flour steamed buns that you can't usually eat.
There was also a little girl, seven, eight, or nine years old, who was skin and bones, her arms and legs barely better than bamboo poles.
Her eyes were round and bright.
She asked timidly, "Could you... give me two bowls of rice? My mother is paralyzed and can't get out of bed..."
The little girl's tone was uncertain.
This is white rice...
In times of famine, it was incredibly difficult to find food. She and her mother hadn't had a proper meal for over ten days, surviving the spring by peeling tree bark, eating grass, catching insects, or... drinking river water.
She thought they couldn't take it anymore.
She held her mother close, they nestled together, and quietly awaited death...
In this dark and lightless world, they clung to the only glimmer of beauty and were unwilling to leave.
But the world still wants to drive them away...
Just as the little girl was about to close her eyes, the old man next door kicked open their door and shouted at the top of his lungs, "Girl, someone at the inn is serving food!"
The little girl had been waiting in line for a long time.
She saw that everyone could receive one.
If everyone gets one, can she also give her mother another one?
She had already decided that if she couldn't have it, she would just take a small bite and give the rest to her mother so that her mother could also taste the flavor of white rice.
Unexpectedly, the other person did not take her bowl.
Just as the little girl was feeling uneasy, she saw a large lunchbox being handed to her through the food serving window.
A kind voice came from inside: "The Regent said that for any family with elderly, weak, sick, or disabled members who have difficulty moving around, just bring a large lunchbox and get plenty of food!"
The lunchbox was enormous compared to the little girl's petite frame.
It covered half of the little girl's body.
She bent her arms and hugged the lunchbox tightly; it was warm and heavy.
It was like a welcome gift from the world to her.
"Mom, you're wrong. The world doesn't want to get rid of us." The little girl hugged her lunchbox, tears of joy streaming down her face, and ran quickly home.
In addition to distributing rice, Gu Mu also sent people to teach the people how to plant hybrid rice seeds.
I believe next year will be a good harvest.
He leaned against the window of the attic, watching the land gradually come back to life.
I was even a little touched.
He grew up in an era of economic prosperity, although in class teachers would have them recite poems such as "Who knows that every grain on the plate is the result of hard work?"
But without experiencing it, one cannot truly understand its meaning.
It turns out that each grain of rice embodies the people's hopes for the coming year's harvest and is also their necessities for survival.
His era was similar.
It is thanks to the pioneers who illuminated the darkness that we have such a peaceful and prosperous era.
He also wanted to be a pioneer of this era, to light the way forward for the people.
I shifted my gaze from the attic, perhaps because of the passage of time, or perhaps because he was the master of the assassins.
He could sense the location of my assassins, who were hidden from everyone.
Just now, the assassin came in through the door.
"Have you found out what the princess has been doing lately?" Gu Mu sighed.
He knew very little about female-oriented fiction.
In male-oriented novels, female characters either like the protagonist, dislike him, or at most hate him.
But even if the girl hates the protagonist and wants to kill him, it's still a clear-cut confrontation with swords drawn.
How could things be like this now, where I marry him and then pretend to be an innocent little rabbit?
In reality, he's a wolf in sheep's clothing.
He...is having such a hard time...
The old emperor's death was not unjust; none of the girls in female-oriented novels are easy to mess with.
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