The pork butcher is smoother than a pig butcher!

Chapter 90 Baby Crying in the Middle of the Night
"Here's some candy for you! You're such a good girl, Tangtang!"

"Hehehe, Tangtang, you're so good at licking!"

Ever since Fatty got his own chestnut horse, he wanted to spend every single hour on its back.

He even gave the maltose he had saved up from between his teeth in the past two days to the date-red horse that he had forcefully named "Sugar."

The horse was rented to solve the problem of transportation for the young and elderly in the family.

The next day, Gan Minglan let the grandmother and grandson ride the bike.

She herself was just a tool for leading the horse.

Boys, regardless of age, all love horses!

It's just like how men in later generations love cars!
The bumpier the road, the happier the little guy became.

Poor Mrs. Luo kept biting her cheek and taking deep breaths.

She'd never ridden a horse in the first half of her life!
When I go out, I just wander around the few familiar streets in the county town.

During her nearly three months of exile, she lost over twenty pounds.

I wasn't fat before, but now I have even less fat on my butt and thighs.

He had only been on horseback for less than fifteen minutes.

The jostling nearly made her vomit up the dough she ate that morning.

But verbally, they still went along with their beloved grandson, the two of them praising the chestnut horse together.

"Hmm, not bad, not bad! My dear grandson knows how to pick a horse. Tangtang carried the two of us and the whole family's luggage without any trouble. It's a good horse."

The old lady's lifelong motto was: "Don't wash your dirty linen in public."

Her daughter-in-law had spent so much money, and she was determined not to let others laugh at her for wasting it.

Don't think she didn't notice; several older women were practically filled with envy and jealousy.

Hmph, she wasn't this jealous when they were riding in carriages back then.

The bittersweet taste of pain is something to savor!

Gan Minglan witnessed the old lady's emotional journey and was so suppressing her laughter that she woke up the baby in her belly.

The younger sibling sensed his mother's emotional fluctuations.

It kept somersaulting inside her belly.

The little guy's physique was forged using wood-type supernatural abilities; he's no ordinary fragile embryo.

He's tough, even with small hands and feet.

"hiss!"

The mother quickly gave in.

She touched the small bulge on her stomach and used her supernatural power to soothe it again and again.

Enveloped in the ever-flowing energy of the wood element, the little baby happily blew bubbles in the amniotic fluid.

Hehehe, baby feels so comfortable!

Again, again!
If you don't make me comfortable, I'm going to throw a tantrum!
Gan Minglan: She had a premonition that the little one in her belly was probably not a good person.

Honestly, she actually prefers chubby guys who are cute, silly, and easy to fool!

Although the wealthy members of the Zuo clan had suffered significant financial losses, the horse rental business for government officials was still thriving.

The deal, which I just started last night, has already received a deposit for the long-term rental of three horses.

The long-term tenant of the other two horses was a wealthy woman from the main branch of the family, surnamed Lü.

She and her nanny each rode a horse with the twins, and they even hired two government officials to help them lead the horses for two taels of silver a day.

The officials were fighting tooth and nail for this coveted job.

You asked her about her husband, Zuo Wenxuan?

What right does that scoundrel have to ride a horse!
After three horses were leased long-term, two horses remained to be leased on a temporary basis.

It's like renting out the leeks (investors) when they can't make it halfway through.

When not in use, the chives served as the mounts of the two leaders.

Those older uncles weren't unwilling to ride horses.

Firstly, I was short of money, as this was indeed a considerable expense.

Secondly, they had all spent most of their lives riding in horse-drawn carriages, so their horsemanship skills were generally mediocre.

They didn't have a capable daughter-in-law, nor did they want to spend money to hire someone to lead the horse.

Riding a horse on these narrow mountain paths and in the ravines can easily cause you to fall off.

They walked and stopped, encountering obstacles as they cleared the mountain.

And so it went for five days. Overall, the first five days of the journey were relatively smooth, mostly through small mountain valleys with an altitude of no more than 500 meters.

They are still in a forward translation state.

Starting from the sixth day, we entered the territory of Qincen Mountain.

Mount Qincen is the longest mountain range connecting Tokyo and Saikyo.

It is bordered by the Zhuohe River to the north and the Qianling Mountains to the south.

Between two points, a straight line is the shortest.

Now they are about to traverse this shortest and most difficult section of the ancient road that has stood for thousands of years.

On the first day of our trip into the mountains, we had only been climbing for less than two hours.

Then everyone heard a scream from ahead.

I thought we'd encountered some kind of ferocious beast attack; the screams were so loud they were splitting, it was really scary!

After waiting for a long time, the message that came back was...

At the corner that juts out to the right, about the size of a winnowing basket, lies a pool of water more than two people deep, the opening of which is hidden by wild grass above.

The person clearing the way didn't see the road conditions clearly and stepped into empty air.

Unfortunately, there was still half a pool of water in the pond.

The unfortunate man, in his panic, was thoroughly submerged.

When he was pulled up, he had twisted his ankle and his nose was bleeding profusely.

After the officials went to investigate, they concluded: "It must be a reservoir prepared by our ancestors for passing merchants!"

Yes!

The mountains in the Qincen Mountain area are characterized by relatively hard rocks, with most of the mountain ridges having relatively gentle tops and steep cliffs on the slopes.

They are now walking through mountain gullies. If it weren't for these reservoirs, where would travelers go to replenish their fresh water?

Walking in this mountain valley where the terrain gradually rises, the sunlight and wind above the cliffs cannot penetrate.

Rocks are also a heat-absorbing material, and mountain gullies are like giant, stuffy furnaces.

Anyway, you have to wipe your forehead and the corners of your eyes every thirty or fifty steps, otherwise the sweat will seep into your eyes and teach you a lesson.

It's salty!
The unfortunate man's sacrifice, by a stroke of luck, led later travelers to discover the wisdom of surviving on this ancient road.

The stagnant water, accumulated over the years, is ignored by everyone.

Everyone quickly cleared away the weeds around the pond, and after the water in the pond cleared, they eagerly lined up to fetch water.

You're saying there are parasites in the water? Dust? And bacteria?
nonexistent!

These people have drunk a lot of this kind of open-air water along the way.

They all have stomachs of iron; I've never seen any of them have any problems.

Gan Minglan couldn't control others; the four water bags she was in charge of only contained rainwater purified by the divine tree in the space.

The family of four and the mother and son surnamed She can no longer get used to drinking any water other than this lightly salted water with a woody aroma!
That night, the officials found a mountaintop with an elevation of no more than 100 meters and a flat surface of about 500 square meters, where everyone could set up camp and spend the night.

It's unbearably hot and humid during the day.

In the middle of the night, the wind was extremely strong on the mountaintop.

The "whoosh" sound even carried a hint of ghostly wailing.

No, there really was crying.

At first, it was barely visible.

Then the crying started.

"Waaaaah. Waaaaah!"

"Waaaaah. Waaaaah!"

"Waaaaah. Waaaaah!"

How could a woman with children bear this?

They sat up one by one, looking around and asking:
Whose baby is crying so pitifully?

"Judging from the sound, it should be less than six months old! Crying at this time means it's either hungry or sleepy!"

"What kind of mothers are you? Why don't you hurry up and comfort her!"

The women were all complaining; they really couldn't sleep because of this noise.

After a long pause, someone asked timidly:
"No, don't you find it a bit strange? Where would a family and a baby come from on this bare, rocky mountain?"

(End of this chapter)