Daily Life in the Countryside After Being Reborn-Chapter 38 - 37 Little Red Riding Hood PK Little Hooligan (first night watch)

Thank you Shui Ren for the update ticket, there will be two updates today, with another coming around 3 pm in the afternoon.

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Blue Hair, without even lifting his eyelids, shouted in a voice sharp like a drake's: "Kid, who are you talking to? Didn't your parents teach you properly? I've been sitting in this spot for a good half a day already, go roll away to wherever it's cool."

The green-skinned train rumbled forward; in the Yun Gui region, green-skinned trains are the worst, containing all sorts of people. Whether it's migrant workers or thieves wandering from place to place, you'll find everyone. At that time, the train stations' security checks weren't as strict as they are now, and it's hard to say what was stuffed inside the luggage bags everyone carried onto the train.

These two young men had indeed taken someone else's seats. They set off from Hubei, and by the time they reached Guiyang, several passengers who had bought tickets asked them about it, only to be cursed away. Seeing how fierce and baleful they looked, the other passengers, whether standing or squatting, dared not speak up.

Zhu Shijun had also squeezed over. On the fast-moving train, the roaring noise made his ears ring even more. "Comrade, my grandchild and I are on our way to Guiyang. As you can see, there are no seats around. It would be too much for this little child to stand for over ten hours." Zhu Shijun took an attitude of stating the facts and reasoning, and he wasn't wrong. In the carriage, every corner was covered with newspapers, with adults and children alike lying down or squatting, none maintaining an upright stance.

"Old coot, who cares how you get to Guiyang, blabbering on and on, you're so noisy," Blue Hair, the young thug, jumped up, swung his fist, and aimed a blow at Zhu Shijun's face, causing an outcry among the crowd.

Zhu Shijun's eyes glinted coldly; he did not even dodge. On the swaying train, he stood as steady as a rock, his palm seemingly light as it landed with a "snap" on the young man's shoulder. There was only a "crack" sound, and Blue Hair yelped in pain, his other fist no longer daring to swing, slumping in his seat like a lump of mud softened with water.

The young man who had been smoking from the beginning saw Zhu Shijun's posture and cursed himself for being short-sighted, failing to recognize that this seemingly inconspicuous old man escorting a child was actually a martial arts expert. Worried the situation might escalate, he quickly helped his injured companion and grabbed a black waist pack from the seat, muttering "You'll see!" as he squeezed out of the crowd.

There was a round of applause and cheers from the people nearby. Xiao Xian felt incredibly proud to have such a grandfather – well-versed in both the pen and martial arts, truly a figure to be proud of.

"Xiao Xian, put the luggage away properly. Grandpa will rest for a bit. Don't wander around, and don't talk to strangers. If you're hungry, Sister-in-law Lian stuffed some corn pancake and a few washed apples into your backpack. If you want something warm to eat, there's also twenty yuan stuffed in your pants pocket. Wait until the snack cart comes around, then buy something from the auntie, and remember to say thank you after the purchase." Zhu Shijun had practiced martial arts for decades and had only resorted to using his skills a few times, countable on the fingers of his hands. His body was unwell these days, and getting angry made his chest pound and stuffy; with the train's poor ventilation, as soon as he sat down, he felt breathless and couldn't catch his breath.

"Grandpa, you rest first," Xiao Xian found a thin blanket from the luggage bag and covered Zhu Shijun with it. Once the old man had closed his eyes and began to snore softly, Xiao Xian took out two apples from his backpack, jumped down from his seat, and squeezed into the carriage.

The carriage where they were located was No.5 Carriage, situated right in the middle of the train, with many people passing by. With two apples in hand, Xiao Xian found it inconvenient to walk, and it took some effort before she managed to squeeze through to the connecting corridor between Carriage No.4 and No.5.

In the train corridor were doors, and outside the freezing cold seeped in. The north wind would furiously rush into the carriage through any gap, and on such a cold day, nobody wanted to stand in the corridor, so there were few people around, just a few smokers. Xiao Xian entered the corridor, her eyes lit up when she spotted the two young men from earlier.

Blue Hair still had his hand drooping down, his beady eyes cautiously scanning the surroundings. When he saw someone approaching, he would hunch his shoulders to block their line of sight. His accomplice was leaning down, quietly counting some numbers.

"Hey, brat, what are you looking at? Careful, or I'll beat you up," Blue Hair recognized Xiao Xian and saw she was alone without the old man behind her, so he wanted to give her a lesson. The old man's blow earlier was really heavy, and the joint in his arm had swollen up, aching unbearably even with a slight touch.

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"Haozi, don't cause trouble," his accomplice seemed calmer, and upon seeing Xiao Xian, he quickly stuffed what he was counting into his handheld bag.

"Big brother," Xiao Xian smiled with her eyes almost disappearing into crescents, she extended her hand offering two apples, the bright red Shandong apples looked quite tempting, "My grandpa said he was a bit too harsh just now, and asked me to bring you two apples as an apology."

The two young men looked at each other, unsure of Xiao Xian's intentions.

"Could these apples be poisoned?" Blue Hair mumbled, still not believing in such good fortune – just a moment ago there was a fight, and now food was being offered.

"We don't want your food, kid. Keep your distance," said his accomplice with an intimidating tone, wanting Xiao Xian to get away. Little did Xiao Xian and Zhu Shijun know that these two seemingly young men, barely in their twenties, were members of a criminal gang on the train. Every year, during the spring travel rush, gang members would blend into trains across the country, with these kind of green-skinned carriages being prime targets for their criminal activities.

The two carrying bags behind them contained over thirty thousand in cash stolen over the past few days. Although the passengers in the green-skinned carriages were not wealthy, the security was poor, and the passengers' vigilance was lacking. A moment of inattention while asleep or going to the toilet at night made it easy to fall victim to theft. The two thieves didn't bother with sleeper tickets, simply standing, one watching for trouble while the other did the deed. After succeeding in one carriage, they would move on to another.

"No, no, you have to accept it. My grandpa will scold me if you don't," Xiao Xian insisted, determined to hand over the apples.

Blue Hair's accomplice glanced behind him; in Carriage No.4, a train attendant was heading their way. If they didn't accept the child's apples, and she refused to leave, it might draw unwanted attention and questioning.

After exchanging a look, they reluctantly accepted. Little did they expect that before their fingers even touched the apples, the little girl suddenly tossed the apples while she slipped past them like a little rabbit.

Before they knew it, the black waist pack had disappeared as if by sleight of hand.

Their hands heavy, each now found an apple in their grasp.

"Adults bullying a child," Xiao Xian was already running towards the train attendant.