IHOEAYSTTTIW Chapter 79

Chapter 79: Beautiful Scenery and Prosperous People… It Certainly Used to Be Like That.

Chapter 79: Beautiful Scenery and Prosperous People… It Certainly Used to Be Like That.

Since Lin Yan came to the Great Zhou, this was the first time he had suffered such grievance.

You tell me, how could this cell phone run out of battery?

Before, in Lin Family Village, at Xiang Wei, even at the Prince’s Mansion, he could just close the door, and the solar charger could be placed with the cured meat or the cabbage, depending on his mood.

But now…

He couldn’t take it out while traveling during the day, and he couldn’t charge it at night in the inns because there was no sun.

Super power-saving mode barely lasted for three hours, and it finally died.

Lin Yan, bored without his phone, started picking at the wall, and finally began to pay attention to the scenery outside the car.

Endless wilderness, Lin Yan lost interest after a couple of glances, and could only chat with An Tan, the one sent by the new Emperor to “serve” him: “Where are we going?”

An Tan respectfully replied: “According to His Majesty’s arrangement, we are going to Changning.”

Changning?

Lin Yan thought for a long time but couldn’t remember what kind of place that was.

However, the Great Zhou was originally fictional, so it was normal to not have heard of the place name. Judging from the direction the team was traveling, Changning should be in the south.

Lin Yan asked with interest: “Is that place nice?”

An Tan touched his nose, seeming a bit guilty. He chuckled awkwardly twice and said the longest sentence he had spoken in half a month: “This Changning, ah, has a pleasant climate, beautiful scenery, and is like spring all year round… In the past, not just anyone could live in Changning City.”

This was avoiding the important and dwelling on the trivial, only talking about the scenery and not the economy, only talking about the past and not the present. If it were someone with a more suspicious mind, they would ponder the meaning behind these words.

But Lin Yan wouldn’t. Not only did Lin Yan not suspect anything, but his eyes even lit up: “That’s so great? Then I have to have some fun.”

An Tan was a little guilty from Lin Yan’s gaze. He chuckled awkwardly twice, nodded with great effort, and pulled the curtain shut for Lin Yan: “We’re almost there, Young Master, please bear with it for a little longer.”

Lin Yan, being confined back in his small cage, was full of dissatisfaction. Forcing An Tan to talk with him only resulted in perfunctory responses. After a few rounds of back and forth, Lin Yan didn’t want to chat anymore, closed his eyes to rest, and drifted off to sleep.

His dreams were mixed and chaotic, with no logic.

He became a vegetable in a pot, and the chef cooking was obsessed with tossing the wok. Regardless of whether it was cooked or not, he would just keep tossing.

Having been tossed forty-nine times, Lin Yan was furious. He snatched the wok, wanting to toss himself, and then woke up from the dream.

Lin Yan groggily looked around, and found himself still in the pot… still in the car.

“This road is really not well-maintained.” Lin Yan complained as he opened the curtain, and instantly sobered up after seeing the scenery outside.

Barren rice stalks stood in the cold wind, a few withered leaves fell with the wind, and the locusts that hadn’t died out yet gathered or scattered, constantly gnawing on the already dead crops and fields.

Lin Yan beckoned An Tan over, pointed at the desolation in front of him, and asked with difficulty, “Didn’t you say Changning has beautiful scenery? What is this place?”

An Tan pursed his lips, avoiding answering Lin Yan’s question: “Look at that pavilion, it’s antique and full of charm, in the past…”

“Don’t give me that nonsense.” With such an abrupt change of topic, it would be a miracle if Lin Yan continued the conversation. He pointed at the fields and pressed again, “What is going on?”

“This… Changning has always been prosperous, but…” An Tan stammered for a long time, and finally told the truth, “But somehow, the weather has been very abnormal this year. The harvest was already affected, and then… then there was a locust plague.”

Lin Yan pulled the curtain shut with a blank expression, and then began to shout silently, the little man in his head constantly making groundhog screams.

What are you doing? Huh?

You really expect him to save the world?

Are you crazy?

Can’t do it at all, gotta run!!!

Lin Yan rummaged through his small package, very reluctantly hiding it in his sleeve, and then used the big fat cat to block the oddly curved sleeve, perfect.

Lin Yan composed himself for a moment, frantically knocked on the car wall, shouting for the car to stop.

The carriage slowly stopped, and An Tan leaned to the window, asking softly: “What’s wrong, Young Master?”

“How are you driving the car? I…” Lin Yan dry heaved dramatically twice, jumped out of the car, and squatted by the roadside, coughing his heart and lungs out.

An Tan handed the water pouch to Lin Yan: “Please have some water.”

Lin Yan took the water pouch and took a small sip. Just when An Tan thought he had been relieved a little, he rushed to the roadside again and started the second round of coughing.

An Tan was increasingly at a loss, in a dilemma whether to advance or retreat.

Seeing that he had acted enough, Lin Yan swayed towards the rice fields: “I want to take a break, don’t follow me.”

“That won’t do…”

Seeing that An Tan was about to follow, Lin Yan quickened his pace and pretended to be angry: “Get lost (ノ｀Д)ノ”

An Tan looked at Lin Yan, then at the rice fields, and finally stopped.

It wouldn’t be a problem to let Lin Yan take a break. If he wanted to run… these young masters from wealthy families would run a couple of steps and come back on their own.

Lin Yan turned left and right, seemingly aimless, but specifically went to places with cover. After walking three to five hundred meters, Lin Yan turned around a tree and cautiously looked back.

Great, no one followed. If he didn’t run now, when would he?

Lin Yan carried the fat cat and ran away.

The facts proved that if you don’t exercise regularly, you won’t unleash your potential in critical moments.

Lin Yan put the cat down, patted his chest, and struggled to even out his breathing.

“I can’t run anymore, let’s walk slowly.” Lin Yan picked up the cat and continued to walk deeper into the wheat field, muttering and complaining, “Is this a place for people to stay? I knew that kid had no good intentions, and sure enough, those who can become emperors are all dark-hearted…”

Turning left and right, the wheat field was like a maze. He didn’t see the exit, but two figures were getting closer and closer.

It’s over, An Tan is catching up.

Lin Yan looked around, couldn’t find a suitable hiding place, and could only squat down on the spot.

Lin Yan prayed in his heart that An Tan didn’t have the habit of searching the grass, and was the type who would meet love around the corner and be instantly killed by Angela’s combo.

The two men got closer and closer, and finally stopped not far from Lin Yan.

It wasn’t An Tan, but two ragged, emaciated refugees.

Saying two wasn’t accurate either, there was also a small, weak boy hiding in the grass.

What is this doing?

Lin Yan looked at the child, then at the sack on the refugee’s back, and a terrible premonition grew stronger.

“Brother Zhang.” The refugee carrying the sack shrank his neck, his eyes flickered when he saw the child.

The man surnamed Zhang pulled the child behind him, his Adam’s apple bobbed, his eyes staring at the sack: “Brother Wang, where is the child?”

The sack wriggled and made a whimpering sound, a muffled childish voice coming from it: “Dad, I’m suffocating.”

The man surnamed Zhang took a deep breath. He untied the rope, his hands trembling as he watched a girl with pigtails come out of the sack. The man surnamed Zhang squeezed out a smile with difficulty, his voice trembling: “Yaya, be good, go play with Shuanzi over there, Uncle has something to say with your dad.”

The girl nodded, took the boy’s hand, and ran into the field, quickly disappearing into the bushes.

“Sister, look at the grasshopper.”

“Hold down its legs, don’t let it run away…”

“Caught it, caught it…”

The childish voices came from the field, the naive laughter making the refugee’s face even more ugly.

Wang Hanzi took out his pipe, trembled as he wiped the mouthpiece, and took a puff: “Has it finally come to this step…”

Zhang Hanzi glanced at the empty pipe, sighed deeply: “What else can we do? The elders at home, and the children… we have to find a way to get some food…”

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