vrcanaries Chapter 244 Delivering Messages
Chapter 244 Delivering Messages
Anyway, the streets of Lianhua Town are always quiet and sparsely populated, so walking alone may add a sense of leisure and contentment.
So he easily opened the heavy wooden door of the inn and stepped lightly into the outside world.
When the waiter saw this, he couldn't help but worry secretly, fearing that the sound of the door opening would alarm the bandits from Longgou Village who had been frequenting there recently.
He quickly and quietly locked the door again, being cautious in every movement, as if he was performing some sacred ritual, but he was completely unaware that the threat from Longgou Village had actually become history thanks to Xiao Zhixue's efficient means.
Fang Jiawen walked alone on the stone road of Lianhua Town. The cold street scene formed a sharp contrast with the freedom in his heart.
Soon, he arrived in front of a pharmacy. Facing the tightly closed door, he knocked gently, as if afraid of disturbing something.
A slightly hoarse voice came from behind the door, with a hint of vigilance and uneasiness: "Who is it? Is it someone from the mayor's house?"
The voice seemed to tremble slightly, revealing the tense atmosphere in the town in recent days.
Fang Jiawen replied hastily, his voice mixed with a bit of warmth: "I'm not from the mayor's mansion, I just want to buy some herbs."
Before he finished his words, a scrutinizing gaze flashed through the crack in the door. It was someone in the pharmacy who was peeking at the strange visitor through the gap.
When they saw a stranger, the people in the drugstore suddenly changed their expressions and took a few steps back, fearing that this was a new round of harassment from some gang.
The voice was trembling, with a bit of determination: "You are not from Lianhua Town, go away quickly, I don't sell the herbs here."
The door then fell into silence again, as if isolating everything from the outside world.
Fang Jiawen looked at the tightly closed door, feeling indescribably disappointed.
As he turned to leave, he couldn't help but smile bitterly. It turned out that it was not just one pharmacy, but several pharmacies in a row that gave him such a cold reception.
The cold wind blew, penetrating his clothes and piercing his bones. He sneezed loudly several times, rubbed his red nose, and slowly walked back towards the inn with a look of disappointment and fatigue on his face.
At this moment, in another corner of the inn, Xiao Zhixue was lying quietly on the bed, trying to find a bit of peace of mind, while Jiuer was flying back and forth in the room like a carefree child. Its cheerfulness formed a sharp contrast with Xiao Zhixue's tranquility.
Xiao Zhixue was finally disturbed and unable to fall asleep. She sat up suddenly, picked up a small stone and threw it at the lively Jiuer, with a bit of reproach in her tone: "Can't you just be quiet for a while? Either go out and fly, don't always hang around in my room."
Unfortunately, Jiuer was "shot" and fell to the ground, flapping her wings, looking quite innocent and bored: "My benefactor, Jiuer is really bored, when can we leave this place?"
That young voice was full of desire and expectation.
Xiao Zhixue's impatience was obvious. She answered unhappily and lay back heavily, as if she wanted to bury all her unhappiness in the soft quilt.
On the side, Zhou Shuqiong was concentrating on the cotton-padded jacket in her hands, and every stitch and thread embodied her care and love.
In this age of material scarcity, each person in the family had only one cotton-padded jacket, and even replacing it became a luxury.
Using your free time to do a few more things is also a way to prepare for a rainy day.
Jiuer's flying was just a part of her daily life, but what really caught her attention was the interesting conversation between Xiao Zhixue and Jiuer.
She looked at Jiuer lying on the ground wailing, a trace of pity welled up in her heart, and she uttered gentle words of comfort. Then she stood up, gently picked up Jiuer, and poured some water for it to quench its thirst.
"San Ya, you see this little bird is quite clever, why don't we let it pass on the message for Fan Yanmu?"
Zhou Shuqiong's suggestion was like a ray of light, illuminating the originally dark corner.
Xiao Zhixue was dozing off, but when she heard that, her eyes suddenly opened and her mind suddenly became clear.
Although there were no modern communication tools, it was still a good idea to use birds to send messages.
She happened to be concerned about Fan Yanmu's situation, and Jiuer could serve as a messenger to investigate.
Thanks to Zhou Shuqiong's words, she almost overlooked this most primitive and practical method.
"Jiu'er, come here!"
she called.
When Jiuer heard this, her ears pricked up and she rushed to Xiao Zhixue's side like an arrow.
Xiao Zhixue quickly took out a special pen and paper from her space ring. The tip of the pen jumped on the paper, leaving a few lines of clear information. Then she tied the letter firmly to Jiuer's leg with a thin rope, her eyes full of seriousness: "Help me deliver this letter to the military camp in the southwest border. Remember, you must hand it to Fan Yanmu in person. Whether he is there or not, you must tell me the situation there when you come back."
When Jiuer heard that she had to deliver a letter for Fan Yanmu, she shook her head like a rattle, obviously dissatisfied with this arrangement: "No, Fan Yanmu is our master's love rival. If you ask me to help him, isn't that the same as asking me to betray him!"
There was a hint of dissatisfaction and resistance in its words.
The gentleness on Xiao Zhixue's face was instantly replaced by indifference: "If you don't go, don't even think about getting any food from me in the future. Think it over carefully."
These words were undoubtedly a bolt from the blue for Jiuer, who relied on her for feeding.
Thinking of the possible hunger in the future, Jiuer jumped up and down in the house, extremely anxious: "How can Jiuer live without millet? She will definitely be starving to the point of skin and bones."
Xiao Zhixue's expression was firm, and her words left no room for negotiation: "It's better to starve to death than to do a poor job. If you have the ability, go and complain to your master, don't blame me for being cruel."
After saying that, she stood up, strode to the door, opened it forcefully, and signaled Jiuer with her eyes to leave quickly.
"Well, go back to your master. If you say one more word, I'll be angry."
Jiuer looked at Xiao Zhixue with eyes full of help and pleading. He really didn't want to lose Xiao Zhixue's favor because of this. He finally found someone who could understand him and communicate with him without any obstacles. This tacit understanding was far better than the years of difficult communication with his master through writing.
However, when Xiao Zhixue saw Jiuer still lingering at the door with a look of grievance and unwillingness on her face, she made up her mind and kicked Jiuer out.
As the door slammed shut, Jiuer outside the door seemed to wake up from a beautiful dream. It pecked at the closed door anxiously with its beak, murmuring: "Good man, let Jiuer in. Isn't it okay for Jiuer to listen to you in the future?"
Its voice was full of helplessness and pleading.
Upon hearing this, Fang Jiawen nodded slightly to show his understanding, and at the same time a warm feeling rose in his heart.
This change made him truly feel that the surrounding environment had turned out to be a blessing in disguise.
An Ying'er was smiling beside them, her eyes gentle and encouraging, and she seemed happy for this moment of peace and hope.
The store is filled with the unique aroma of freshness and bitterness of various herbs. The bottles and jars neatly arranged on the shelves reflect a warm luster under the faint candlelight.