Ziyu rubbed her hands heavily on the wall behind her, rubbed her retracted palms on her little face, and lowered her head to blend in with the people in the backyard.

She took a freshly washed dish from an aunt and sent it into the noisy kitchen.

A long table at the door was full of freshly cooked dishes, and the guys who came and went to serve the dishes were busy making a pot of porridge.

A large cauldron slipped on the stove in the back, bubbling with mist, and the stuffy kitchen was so hot that it was puffy and loud.

Ziyu, who put down the dish, walked past a cauldron, and shook his hand on the edge of the two cauldrons.

"Talk about you! If you don't wash the vegetables well and walk around in the kitchen, go out quickly. A dozen miscellaneous men yelled in a commanding manner.

Ziyu didn't say a word, and hurried out in a very frightened manner, and a dissatisfied voice came from behind her.

"The poor family really has no rules at all, and the kitchen is heavy enough for you to enter!"

Ziyu, who went out the back door, threw down the swill bucket in her hand, ran two steps into the backyard next to her, borrowed the bedding and clothes from a room, and disappeared without a trace.

…

The bedroom, whose windows were covered by sheets, was a little dark, and two coats and a few clothes were covered with bare yellowed cotton tires.

On the side of a clean dress, there is rice and stew pot that she brought along with her.

Ziyu squatted in front of the messy grass, patted the little guy curled up in a ball, and said.

"Xiao Luo, it's time to eat!"

The little guy in his sleep trembled in shock, got up and threw himself into Ziyu's arms, hugged her in surprise, and said with a raised face.

"Sister, you're back!"

"Good, go to bed after eating!" Ziyu hugged Xiao Luo on the futon and pointed to the smoking food in front of her.

"Dirty hands!"

Ziluo spread out his pitch-black little hand to show Ziyu, his face was unconcealable joy, and the corners of his mouth overflowed with a hint of silver.

"Eat dirty without sores, wait for my sister to find water and wash it."

Ziyu took out chopsticks made of two branches and handed them to Xiao Luo, and the only two sea cucumber stew cups were given to him and mixed with rice.

Ziluo, who was dominated by food, held a somewhat hot stew pot and clumsily picked up rice with a branch.

Ziyu, who was eating, glanced at Xiao Luo, who was not crying, and sped up the movements in his hands. The sisters and brothers who sat on the futon to eat did not see a trace of embarrassment and rudeness.

After eight points of fullness, Ziyu stopped Xiao Luo from eating again, hugged the little guy and began to talk.

"Xiao Luo, do you remember your grandparents and grandparents?"

"I don't remember!" Ziluo, who was a little sleepy after eating, shook his head and tried to writhe uneasily with his eyes wide open.

"Sister, pee!" The little guy who couldn't hold back said with a red face.

Ziyu, who took a little child for the first time, suddenly realized that she disappeared into the bedroom in an instant.

In the dark and silent alley, the night wind was blowing cold on the body, and the little black shadow with his back hurriedly finished urinating.

The little face with his trousers crumpled up, but unfortunately no one could see the expression on his face.

"Sister, it's so dark!" The low and timid voice makes people feel distressed.

"Sister will take you back to sleep, you want to be alone! Close your eyes! ”

Ziyu, who disappeared in place, stuffed Xiao Luo with closed eyes into the old bedding, patted him and waited for him to sleep and leave.

…

Tong'an Street, Jimin Pharmacy.

At that time, the streets of the curfew were empty, and only the sound of beating was heard in the distance.

A neat black purple jade foot kicked the wall, and flew down to take down the plaque of the Mei Family Medicine Hall.

Hidden in the shadows, the purple jade stroked the plaque with her right hand, and stayed on a small 'An' character in the upper right corner.

"It's really a good calculation, and they forcibly seized civilian property without even changing their names, and the powerful have been brutal and inhumane since ancient times."

Ziyu, who no longer had any hesitation, put away the plaque, twisted the copper lock on the door and pushed the door in, and the picture of the original owner playing since childhood suddenly appeared in his mind.

The cute snow dumplings are deeply favored by their parents, and when they are young, they often sit on their father's knees and recite soup songs, and Wen Wanniang waits aside with a smile.

Until Xiao Luo was born, the original owner loved this young brother like a treasure, but he could not withstand the heavy blow of losing his parents, and Xiang Xiaoyu died.

Ziyu blinked away the wetness in her eyes, and a monstrous anger surged in her heart, a family of doctors who were harmonious and committed to doing good deeds was destroyed because of the pickled hearts of some powerful people.

What a bullying Anguo Houfu! What a power!

Medicine cabinets, tables and chairs, warehouses, three large shops and all the items in the five rooms in the backyard were all collected by Ziyu into the space villa, closed the door and left.

The moon is dark and the wind is high, and it is the time to go chivalrous.

The slender black shadow headed towards the bustling streets of Xicheng, dodging the soldiers patrolling the streets all the way.

Xiangfu Street, the most prosperous street in Yundu.

The two-kilometer-long long street gathers all kinds of shops of the upper-class elites of Yundu, with all kinds of clothing, food, housing and transportation.

The immersive purple jade, the shop with the sign of the word 'An' flashed in his mind, accounting for fifty percent of this long street.

She noticed that every half hour, soldiers patrolling the city would pass by the street, and she flashed into the space to make strong potions from the herbs she received.

The abundant medicinal materials made Ziyu handy, and when she prepared a large jar of medicine, she also made a bottle of antidote.

In her previous life, when Ziyu was on a mission abroad, she did a lot of things that were easy to do. Otherwise, with her little money, where can she save hundreds of square meters of rich storage.

After eating a pill of antidote, he masked his face in a black scarf with a sense of ceremony, and the big guillotine knife on his shoulder flashed out of the space.

I listened to the neat footsteps in the distance, and the corners of her lips under the black scarf were slightly hooked, it was time for her to get started!

All embroidery shops, fur shops, garment shops, shoe shops, cloth shops, grain shops, pastry shops, grocery stores, porcelain shops, jade silver houses, treasure shops, pharmacies, calligraphy and painting shops, bookstores, and pawnshops with the word "An" are all empty.

The goods settled in Xiangfu Street are all high-quality, even the most inconspicuous grocery stores, and the goods sold are of the highest quality.

The place where they passed was like a locust crossing without leaving a piece of armor, who would have thought that the closed gate had been looted.

Occasionally, there is a hotel janitor, and a drug can be easily solved in the past.

In case of resistance, the guillotine knife is used, and the purple jade, who sees life and death, does not change his face and does not tremble.

When she infiltrated a blacksmith shop, she heard a faint clanging sound from underground, and held her breath and stepped on the ground like a cat.

After scraping all the ironwork in the shop, she quickly walked away, and she realized that there was something strange about the blacksmith shop that appeared here.

But these things are not her business as a person from another time and space, and staying away is the best policy.

In the car shop next door, there are ten luxurious carriages, the corners and wheels are wrapped in copper and iron, and the decorated canopy and mantle are embroidered with gold and silver filigree.

There are ready-made means of transportation, Ziyu laughs at them all, and she doesn't even let go of the old frame car that creaks in the backyard.

In an hour, the two-kilometer bustling street was half scraped by Ziyu and quietly left, leaving no words.

Rushing to the backyard street of Anguo Houfu, Ziyu aroused a strong interest in the magnificent high-walled compound in front of her.