1940s: I supported my wife and sister-in-law by hunting.

Chen Gaoshan walked downstairs in a few steps and looked around.

nobody.

He put the pistol he was carrying and the two small yellow croakers into his spatial storage.

I had just finished packing my things and hadn't even reached the door of the villa when I suddenly heard footsteps behind me.

Chen Gaoshan turned around and glanced back.

Good guy.

Wang Xinmin, acting crazy and irrational, ran ahead like a madman, even losing his shoes in the process, muttering incoherently.

Lin Xiuzhi followed closely behind.

"Gaoshan, quick, help me stop him, don't let him get away."

Lin Xiuzhi shouted as she ran.

But Chen Gaoshan didn't move at all. He watched Wang Xinmin rush out like a madman, but he didn't reach out to him.

As soon as Lin Xiuzhi ran up to him, Chen Gaoshan grabbed her wrist.

What are you chasing?

"It's good that he ran away."

"Let everyone in the mansion see him acting crazy, then everyone will know he's lost his mind. You just need to pretend to be worried and anxious, and the suspicion won't fall on you."

Lin Xiuzhi stared at the man in front of her.

This person is decisive and ruthless, but from now on, he will leave her completely.

Feeling a pang of bitterness, she forcefully shook her hand and pulled it away from his grasp.

"You'd better get out of here while things are in disarray. If anyone asks later, I'll say you had something to do back home and went back to your hometown. Oh, and there's a horse in the backyard."

After saying this, she turned around, lifted her skirt, and rushed out.

After running to the front of the crowd, she moved quickly with small, quick steps. Although she was flustered, she still maintained her composure.

"Guards! Stop the master! He's gone mad!"

"Lin Dachuan, Lin Dachuan, bring your men over here immediately."

In an instant, the entire front courtyard of the mansion was in complete chaos. The servants, guards, and old women were all in a panic, and the whole courtyard was searching for the master.

In the midst of the chaos, no one paid any attention to the backyard.

Chen Gaoshan slipped away to the stable in the backyard.

He spotted Wang Xinmin's most prized little mare, Chase, at a glance.

Its entire body is jet black and glossy, without a single stray hair. Its fur is shiny and lustrous, making it a top-quality steed, one in a hundred.

Wang Xinmin usually cherishes it so much that he doesn't like anyone touching it.

Chen Gaoshan opened the gate of the horse pen, put the saddle on the horse, mounted it, and slipped out through the back door, heading straight for the city gate.

Leaving the city went smoothly.

He had a legitimate citizen's ID and came from the Wang Mansion. The local militia thugs glanced at him but didn't dare to make things difficult for him and let him pass without hesitation.

Once outside the city gate, Chen Gaoshan spurred his horse on, and with a whoosh, the horse galloped forward.

It truly lives up to its reputation as a fine steed; its endurance is unparalleled, covering over sixty miles in one go.

Chen Gaoshan was shaken so badly that his buttocks went numb.

It's late June now, and the weather is already getting warm.

The roadside and riverbanks were covered with lush green wild grass.

When I first joined Eighth Master Hui's group as a laborer, it was early March, and I was still wearing a cotton-padded coat. In the blink of an eye, three months have passed.

Chen Gaoshan tightened the reins. "Whoa!"

The horse stopped.

We need to take a break. Horses can't keep up after running for too long, and neither can people.

He led the horse to the riverbank, letting the animal lower its head to drink water and nibble on the grass to fill its belly.

He casually pulled out a couple of pieces of dry food, chewed them haphazardly to fill his stomach.

The most important thing is to change clothes.

His yellow militia uniform was too conspicuous.

Heading north, it's all Eighth Master Gray's territory. If you're wearing these clothes and someone sees you, they'll just arrest you as a prisoner or a spy. You'll be covered in mud, and even if you're not a poop, you'll still look like a poop.

He quickly hid behind a big tree, took off his military uniform, and put on his original coarse cloth coat and trousers.

I can't wear cotton-padded jackets and trousers anymore; it's so hot and stuffy. Wearing a cotton-padded jacket over a blanket is just right.

After changing his clothes, he peeked around carefully, looking left and right.

It was quiet all around, without a single person or sound of vehicles; it was perfectly safe.

He and his horse were immediately stored in his spatial storage.

He had originally planned to adjust the spatial flow rate to be the same as the outside world to avoid any mishaps.

There were already twelve horses in the space, one of which was given to the family, and now another one has been added.

When he had nothing to do in the space, he chopped wood and nailed stakes to build a large stable in the open space.

There's clean water and grass in the manger, so they don't have to worry about running around.

However, Chen Gaoshan forgot one thing: when he was collecting supplies at the Sicheng warehouse a while ago, he casually caught two sentries on guard duty. At the time, to save trouble, he simply packed them up and threw them into his spatial storage. Afterwards, he was so busy that he completely forgot about the two men.

Upon entering the space, I saw the two soldiers still standing there, their eyes wide open, staring straight ahead, motionless, like two wooden stakes.

Chen Gaoshan frowned; these two had to be dealt with.

They are all living people who have seen his face; releasing him would be like releasing a time bomb.

If he really gets away, he'll run back to the four cities and start spouting nonsense, revealing everything about his appearance, whereabouts, and the warehouse theft, and then the whole city will be searching for him.

He took out the short knife he always carried with him.

With a swift motion, the tracheal artery was sliced ​​open, like sawing through a giant saw.

After dealing with the two men, he habitually reached into their pockets, wondering if he could steal a pack of cigarettes or some change.

You won't believe what you find until you dig it out.

I really underestimated these two guards. They look ordinary, but they're actually quite well-paid.

They emptied their pockets and managed to scrape together twenty silver dollars.

Even more outrageous was that the cross-eyed soldier actually had a small yellow croaker hidden in the inner pocket.

Holy crap, soldiers these days are really fat.

They may look like lowly soldiers on guard duty, but they reap more benefits than ordinary people can earn in ten years of farming. It's truly a case of the rich getting richer and the poor getting poorer.

I glanced at the monitor in the room and made sure no one was outside.

He directly brought the two corpses out of the space.

The instant it came out.

Blood was still gushing from the wound, and air was whistling through the opening in their throats. Within minutes, both of them were lifeless and cold.

After dealing with the aftermath, Chen Gaoshan glanced at the deserted dirt road and his eyes lit up.

They took out a Willys military jeep with a canvas canopy directly from the space.

This vehicle is a real World War II piece of equipment, a pioneering off-road vehicle with incredibly powerful performance.

Four-wheel drive, four-cylinder engine, 60 horsepower, four-speed manual, high and low speed transfer case, can climb any bad road or steep slope.

With no doors, it's easy to get in and out, and the windshield can be folded down. It's also a great tool for setting up a gun and firing in case of enemy activity, making it perfect for fighting or escaping.

The key was still in the lock.

Chen Gaoshan, a tall man of 1.9 meters, plopped down in the car and immediately felt cramped.

The steering wheel was too close to his legs, and the seat was fixed and couldn't be adjusted. If he sat up straight, he couldn't stretch out his long legs at all.

So, the cars made by the US didn't take tall people into consideration, even though they themselves aren't tall.

Judging by its size, it's only comfortable for someone around 1.7 meters tall to drive. For someone as tall as him, sitting in it would definitely be a bit of a struggle.

Just as I was about to start the engine, I glanced down at the dashboard.

The fuel gauge is down to the last bar; it's almost empty.

Without oil, it's just a pile of scrap metal.

He immediately lifted the driver's seat cushion, underneath which was the fuel tank. He unscrewed the cap, took out a fuel can from the compartment, poured it in, and filled the tank with fuel.

After finishing our work, we're ready to hit the road.

Chen Gaoshan gripped the steering wheel; he was a true novice.

I got my driver's license after graduating from university, and that was it. I just didn't have the money to buy a car; I had the license but never actually driven one.

Today was the first time in my life I'd actually driven on the road.

Cars these days don't have power steering at all; they're incredibly heavy.

When I first started the car, the steering wheel felt incredibly heavy; this damn car was really a pain to drive.

Fortunately, as the car gradually picked up speed and gained momentum, the steering wheel became much lighter and easier to control.

The roads outside are all potholed, muddy, and dilapidated.

The car was so bumpy when it was moving, it rattled and banged, it almost made him poop.

Chen Gaoshan grips the steering wheel; if you really have kidney stones, a trip there will definitely break them up and expel them—a surefire way to treat kidney stones.