MTL - After Emptying the Enemy’s Warehouse, He Carried Supplies To Survive the Disaster Years-Chapter 15 small punishment

Chapter 15 Minor Punishment

On the road, I heard only the sound of hooves and low sobs. Ziyu was silent.

 She really doesn’t want to care about the affairs of the two children. This body is also a child that has not grown up. No matter how rich she is, she doesn’t have to worry about it.

It was really a trouble for herself. She would never care about the lives of people on the road again.

"Stop crying, what's your name?" Ziyu, who was annoyed by the crying, said in a serious tone.

“Sir, my name is Cheng Yuanju, who is ten years old, my sister is Cheng Yuanshu, who is five years old, and my father’s name is Cheng Bohou.”

 The boy looked at Ziyu with hope. This was the only hope for him and his sister at the moment.

“Aren’t you from Meijia Village? Why aren’t you named Mei?”

“My family is from outside, and most of the people in the village are named Mei. I don’t know the rest.” Cheng Yuanju immediately explained.

 “Huh, it’s better if your surname is not Mei!

 You will have to sign a deed of sale if you follow me. I don’t want anyone to cause trouble.

 When you enter my house, you have to abide by my rules. Except for me letting you go free. If you have second thoughts, you will die without a burial place. Do you understand? "

 “Understood, thank you, Master!”

Cheng Yuanju stood up, knelt down on the steps, and kowtowed three times to Ziyu.

 Suffering from blindness and wandering for more than half a year, he understood prematurely how difficult life is and that surviving is the most important thing.

Just like that, Ziyu’s family has two more mouths to eat.

 …

The mule cart stopped at the city gate, and there was silence all around. Ziyu took off her cotton cloak and gave it to the brother and sister to use as a quilt.

She entered the carriage and rustled for a while, the smell of **** tea came out, she opened the curtain in front and said.

“Boy, drink this bowl of **** tea, let your sister drink some too, and bake you two steamed buns as a cushion.”

The black object was wrapped into a ball in a cloak. When it heard that there was something to eat, its two little heads immediately popped out, and the loud swallowing sound made people want to laugh.

 “Thank you, Master!”

 “Thank you, Master!”

The three of them drank the same **** tea, ate hot steamed buns, and kept warm by the small charcoal stove in this quiet night.

When the sky was dimming, people entering the city lined up with burdens. When the city gate opened, Ziyu was the first to enter the city driving a mule cart.

 Mules and carts were running on the empty streets, and the houses in the mist were ethereal and somewhat fairy-like.

　　In the open courtyard door, little Douding was running at the door. He peeked out from time to time. When he saw the sudden appearance of the mule cart, he was so surprised that he rolled and crawled out of the courtyard.

 “Brother…brother…wow…”

 “Oh..., I don’t want to die!”

Ziyu hurriedly pulled the mule cart, jumped down and picked up this lifeless little thing.

Zi Luo was wrapped around Zi Yu like an octopus, crying out loudly about the fear of not being able to find her brother.

 “Brother, don’t leave Xiao Luo behind, I’m so scared!”

 “Coward, little crybaby, don’t cry!”

Ziyu roared angrily, which scared Ziluo and immediately retracted the tears in his eyes.

 “Brother is not mean, Xiao Luo is good!”

The little guy's face was pressed against Ziyu's neck, making her unable to express her anger. Ziyu had no choice but to carry the little guy and walk into the yard.

Cheng Yuanju brother and sister looked at the scene in front of them curiously, Cheng Yuanshu's eyes were full of envy.

 “The young master is back!”

The three members of Mr. Chen’s family heard the commotion and hurriedly came out to greet them.

“Take those two people down to wash up. When Chen Wang goes to the street to buy groceries, buy them a change of clothes, and then buy some fabrics and come back to make new clothes for each of you.

 Chen Xiaoshan, come in with me! "Ziyu glanced at the three members of the Chen family indifferently and said in a tone that she could not refuse.

 “Yes, Master!”

 Chen Xiaoshan, who was called, shrank his neck in fright and followed Ziyu in cowardly.

Ziyu couldn't hold Xiao Luo anymore, and sat on the Eight Immortals chair in the main room, looking at Chen Xiaoshan who was five steps away from her and looking down at the ground.     “What were you doing just now?”

“Master, I’m lighting the fire for my mother,” Chen Xiaoshan replied honestly.

 “Remember what your duties are?”

 “Look at the young master!”

"Then why is he alone at the gate of the courtyard? Have you ever thought about the consequences?" Ziyu's cold voice was calm and intimidating.

 Chen Da, who had arranged the mule cart, felt his heart tighten when he heard it. They had indeed been negligent just now. They thought there would be nothing at the gate of their courtyard.

He glanced at his son who was looking down worriedly, and wanted to step forward to defend him, but was afraid of making the young master angry.

 “Plop!”

 Chen Xiaoshan was so frightened that his legs softened and he knelt on the ground, his small body trembling.

 “Master, I was wrong! I will never dare to do it again!”

 You could hear needle drops in the hall, and it wasn't until the cold sweat dripped from Chen Xiaoshan's forehead that Ziyu said calmly.

“Squat in front of the door for an hour. If you still can’t remember your duty, go to the toilet behind.”

 “Yes, Master!”

Chen Xiaoshan pursed his lips in grievance. His parents had taught him to listen to the young master, but he forgot about it when he wanted to help his mother.

 …

  Chen Da, who was guarding the door, honestly went into the main room to report what happened at home in the past two days.

"Master, I will teach Xiaoshan well and won't let him do it again."

“Do your job well, this is the most basic requirement for you.

 Take Cheng Yuanju with you when you go out to familiarize yourself with the surrounding environment, and leave the feeding of the mules to him.

  Clean up the utility room for their brothers and sisters to live in. Come to me and pay for the missing things. "

Ziyu really has a headache when it comes to rearranging the work and accommodation for the newly bought servants in the family. There is no one available at home.

Ziyu was not prepared to settle here for a long time, so she gave up the idea of ​​housekeeper Tian, ​​otherwise the current house would not be enough to live in.

 “Yes, let’s do it now, little one!”

 Not long after Chen Da left, he hurried in again carrying a large bucket of hot water.

“Master, the hot water is ready!”

 “Put it there, I’ll do it myself!”

 Chen Da, who wanted to help carry him into the house, was stunned for a moment, then he obediently put down the big wooden bucket and exited. Ziyu pulled Xiao Luo off.

“Xiao Luo, please wait here obediently. My brother will be out soon.”

 “Xiao Luo, wait for your brother!”

The obedient Xiao Luo sat upright on the Eight Immortals Chair, looking at Zi Yu with a smile that showed his teeth.

 …

Ziyu closed the door and window, washed briefly and put on a new brocade robe with dark green patterns. Her hair was simply pulled up and fixed with a white jade hairpin.

When Ziyu brought out the water, Chen Da, who was waiting outside to pour the water, was stunned.

　　【Young Master is so energetic! 】

 Once again having a tasteless breakfast, Ziyu could only speed up the pace of development.

 It was really uncomfortable to have a lot of good products but not a good cook, and she didn’t want to be stuck in the kitchen every day.

Ziyu, who had rested at home for a day, went to the Yamen to submit the prostitution deeds of brother and sister Cheng Yuanju. As for the scholar father who the brothers and sisters had not met, Ziyu did not take it seriously.

 What kind of **** storms Yundu has experienced, only she knows best. Those candidates who are rushing to take the exam like to be other people's disciples.

 Without two years of news, he might have become someone else’s son-in-law. There has been no shortage of material for this kind of thing since ancient times.

 (End of this chapter)