It was already past midnight. The hungry servants and their young master had looked over there countless times. The seven children had already gone into their rooms, and the doors were blocked off with broken panels. Although the lanterns were still lit, the children should have been asleep long ago.
What's worrying is that the arrogant little maidservant doesn't get tired or rest.
Instead of guarding the door of the room where the seven children were resting, or going out to guard the two carriages, she sat at the gate of the inn, where she could keep an eye on the two carriages outside the gate and the children inside the room.
What puzzled them even more was that the candle inside the maid's lantern, which they didn't know where it was bought, could burn for so long and be so bright.
It's just a lantern, why is it so bright? It's the middle of the night, everyone who should be asleep is asleep. It's not like we're students studying for the imperial examination, or people rushing to make wedding dresses because the wedding date was set at the last minute.
It's so brightly lit that it's inconvenient for them to go out and sneak around doing anything.
"A bunch of idiots! You've been following me for so long, and you can't even handle this little thing? What use are you?" The young master, who couldn't sleep as he got hungrier, cursed in a low voice.
"Go out for a few more walks, lull her into a false sense of security, and then it'll be easier to make a move." The manager thought for a moment and had an idea.
Anyway, we have more people on our side, so how can we be no match for a little maid?
The servants understood what Steward Qiu meant. This was easy to handle. Steward Qiu didn't even need to point to anyone; some of them stood up and walked out.
When I passed Hong Xiaoduo, I saw that she had her eyes closed and wasn't even looking at me, so I deliberately made my footsteps louder. I glanced at her sideways and saw that she still hadn't opened her eyes to look at me. I couldn't be sure whether she was sleeping too soundly or just resting with her eyes closed and too lazy to open them.
Upon arriving at the gate of the post station, he didn't even look at his master's carriage. Instead, he looked directly at the two carriages parked outside the gate, his gaze falling on the donkey-drawn carriage.
Under the moonlight, the servant seemed to be leisurely stretching his back, taking two steps towards the donkey cart and one step back towards his master's carriage. Just as he was about to get close to the small carriage, he glanced at the courtyard gate and saw that the master's posture did not seem to change.
Could it be that I can manage to smuggle the chickens and ducks out of the train car this time?
The servant, secretly delighted, seemed to already envision that after succeeding, the young master would be in a good mood and would surely reward him with a few more pieces of meat from what was left over.
At this moment, Hong Xiaoduo, sitting at the gate of the courtyard, squinted her eyes, fiddling with a pebble in her hand, thinking about which part of the servant's body to hit later.
If you want to steal something, you should aim for its claws.
If someone's a lackey, then hitting their legs is acceptable!
Hong Xiaoduo originally thought the night was long and she would be bored just sitting there, and she was afraid that she would fall asleep when she got sleepy.
Having this jerk causing trouble is a good way to pass the time. And while I'm at it, I also need to test the force with which my pebble hits someone.
If you don't verify it with your own eyes, will you be able to control the force with which you throw stones when you encounter someone who is guilty of heinous crimes and deserves to die, or someone who is a petty thief and doesn't deserve to die?
In the desolate wilderness on a winter night, it is so quiet that only the sound of the wind can be heard, with the occasional chirping of night birds. The timid may find it eerie and terrifying.
The servant's hand finally touched the carriage, both nervous and excited. He planned out the steps in his mind: how to quickly grab the chickens and ducks by the neck and break them as fast as possible so that they could not make a sound.
Just as he had mentally rehearsed the maneuver several times and was about to gently open the carriage door under the moonlight, he suddenly sensed movement beside him and instinctively turned his head to look.
Before he could see clearly, he was struck on the side. Caught off guard, and because the force of the blow was so great, he fell to the side.
Fortunately, he reacted quickly enough. His lower back was in excruciating pain, but he gritted his teeth and endured it without daring to cry out.
Struggling to sit up, he finally saw in the moonlight that what had attacked him was a donkey! A donkey?
"Damn it, what bad luck!" the servant cursed inwardly. He gritted his teeth, stood up, and tried to go around to the other side of the carriage to continue. He was really unwilling to give up like this.
But as he moved slowly, that damned donkey actually moved with him.
The donkey's big eyes were fixed on him, giving him the illusion that the beast's kick was not accidental, but rather that it was guarding the carriage and its contents.
Although the servant knew his thoughts were absurd, his hand, which had reached for the carriage door again, trembled uncontrollably. In the end, he withdrew it, clutched the pain in his waist, walked around the donkey, and hurried back to the post station gate. As he passed the maid with her eyes closed, he wondered if he was seeing things, but he felt that she was smiling.
Without thinking twice, the servant stepped through the gate and ran to his men.
After he ran over, Hong Xiaoduo, who was sitting by the courtyard gate, opened her eyes and looked towards the location of her two carts with some confusion. She vaguely saw the donkey circle the cart once and then stop moving.
That was just a coincidence, right? What other explanation could there be? This donkey is now guarding the house like a dog? Is this guy some kind of spirit?
If that's the case, wouldn't I have gained an extra helper?
Meanwhile, the young master saw the man who had gone ahead return clutching his lower back, looking pained, and hurriedly asked, "Ah Wu, what happened to you?"
"Don't even mention it. I was about to succeed when that damn donkey kicked me," Ah Wu whispered.
"Useless thing," the young master cursed angrily.
Seeing that his young master was about to lose his temper, the steward quickly spoke up first: "You two go this time."
Hong Xiaoduo, standing by the courtyard gate, squinted at the two of them, thinking to herself, "This time, I guess I can finally use my pebble?"
When the two servants arrived, they were still inwardly laughing at their companion who had been kicked by a donkey, but as they approached the carriage, they decided it was best to be more careful.
After all, it's not unusual for donkeys and horses to kick people.
The two exchanged glances and gestures, each tiptoeing carefully to avoid the donkey as they approached the small carriage.
As the two approached the carriage door, they glanced at the donkey again, still worried. Seeing that it was still standing there without moving, they couldn't help but laugh at Ah Wu's bad luck.
The two had worked together for many years and had developed a certain tacit understanding. They gestured to each other, waiting for the next person to open the car door while the other was responsible for catching the chickens and ducks inside.
Just as one of them was about to open the car door, he suddenly noticed that his companion's expression had changed, and then he pointed behind him.
What's going on? That young maid is still sitting by the courtyard gate, and the donkey is standing still in the same spot. Just as he was about to turn around to see what was happening...
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