met free Chapter 870 Fertile Land 8 Miles
Chapter 870 Fertile Land 8 Miles
A horse-drawn carriage was speeding along the official road from east to west.
Over five days, the carriage traveled hundreds of miles, and Lin Ping inside was already dizzy and disoriented from the jostling.
Like a pregnant woman, Lin Ping vomited twice every now and then; this was the first time she had ever experienced motion sickness.
Even though Zhang Yuelu had released him from the sack three days earlier, his motion sickness had not improved significantly, as the carriage was moving too fast.
"Little brother, aren't you supposed to be very strong? Why do you look like a pregnant woman?" Zhang Yuelu laughed so hard she almost fell over. She seemed to really enjoy seeing Lin Ping in such a disheveled state.
Pure revenge. Back then, to prevent Zhang Yuelu from escaping, Lin Ping regularly supplied her with energy, making it difficult for her to even get out of bed. Now, to prevent Lin Ping from escaping, Zhang Yuelu deliberately increased the jolting of the carriage, leaving him dizzy and disoriented all day.
"I'm stronger in bed," Lin Ping said defiantly, a lewd smile playing on his lips.
If Zhang Yuelu were truly that naive girl, perhaps she wouldn't understand the unspoken meaning behind his words.
Unfortunately, her innocent demeanor was all an act; how could she not see through the cunning schemes of men?
“Little brother, stop fooling yourself. When your sister took off her clothes and lay on the bed that day, you were unmoved. If I’m not mistaken, you must have some kind of problem in that area,” Zhang Yuelu continued, covering her mouth and laughing.
First of all, Lin Ping was not very satisfied with the term "little brother".
Secondly, Lin Ping hates it when others expose his deepest wounds.
So what if it's an obstacle? Do we have to keep bringing it up all the time?
"Whether there are obstacles or not, we'll only know after we try." Lin Ping's lips curled into a wicked smile.
"Believe it or not, I'll kill you right now?" Zhang Yuelu's eyes flashed with murderous intent.
Upon hearing this, Lin Ping immediately shut his mouth, knowing that Zhang Yuelu's anger was beyond redemption.
One second you might be joking with him, the next you might stab him.
When joking with Zhang Yuelu, you must know when to stop.
Over the next few days, Zhang Yuelu slowed down.
Her strength has been fully restored, and she no longer worries that Lin Ping will escape.
Although it was the other party's own tool, she hoped that this tool could be used for a longer period of time.
The carriage traveled westward along the Yellow River and had already passed through the magnificent Hangu Pass.
"Where do you live? It can't be some remote mountain forest, can it?" Lin Ping asked curiously.
The thought of Chiyang Pavilion filled him with fear.
It's quite normal for the Nightmare Palace to hide deep in the mountains so that the sect can have something to rely on.
"My little brother is weak, and I can't bear to let you go to such a cold and harsh place. Not only that, I'm going to fatten you up and make you plump and healthy so I can drain you dry for free." Zhang Yuelu laughed heartily.
Hearing the description "squeezed dry," Lin Ping broke out in a cold sweat.
Whether you hear about it or see it for yourself in a movie, mature women are an extremely terrifying presence, the kind that can turn someone to dust in an instant.
Lin Ping's abilities in this area were not strong to begin with, and then he ran into Zhang Yuelu, which made things even worse for this family that didn't have much food left.
Not wanting to cause trouble for himself, Lin Ping dared not continue the topic and focused his attention on his surroundings.
When they visited Chiyang Pavilion last time, they chose to cross the Lüliang Mountains, and had no chance to appreciate the fertile Qin Chuan Plain.
Even in the dead of winter, the fields on both sides of the road are still full of life.
This is thanks to the widespread use of winter wheat, which has enabled northern regions to have two harvests a year.
"Looking out over Qin Chuan at dawn, the sun rises directly over the eastern peak. The mountains and rivers near and far are clear, and the city walls stretch far and wide. The sound of bamboo echoes in ten thousand households in autumn, and the pines of the Five Mausoleums are cold and bleak. A traveler sighs as he longs to return home, feeling the heavy frost and dew."
Looking at the beauty of the Qin River Valley, which stretches for 800 miles, and recalling his experience of being held hostage, Lin Ping was moved to speak.
"Little brother can even write poetry?" Zhang Yuelu asked in surprise, vaguely sensing the melancholy in Lin Ping's expression.
"Just a few casual remarks, after all, the Qin River Valley is truly captivating," Lin Ping replied softly.
"Eight hundred li of Qin Chuan?" Zhang Yuelu said with a wry smile, her previous flamboyant demeanor gone.
Lin Ping, however, sensed a hint of sourness in his voice: "Your family was born in a harsh, cold place, so you can't allow the land here to be fertile?"
"Is it really such a bitter and cold place?" Zhang Yuelu murmured, her bitter smile growing even stronger.
As you continue forward, the surrounding land becomes increasingly fertile, after all, this is the confluence of the Wei River and the Yellow River, where water resources are extremely abundant.
"Further ahead lies the territory of Weinan. You won't find many places with more fertile land in the entire empire. You haven't gone the wrong way, have you?" Lin Ping kindly reminded him.
He always believed that the home Zhang Yuelu mentioned was the headquarters of the Nightmare Palace, and it must be a bitterly cold place.
Zhang Yuelu didn't reply, but silently sped up her pace.
"Why did she get upset after I said a few words to her?" Lin Ping secretly observed her expression, and a hint of sadness was clearly visible in her phoenix eyes.
After traveling several dozen miles further, the carriage entered the territory of Weinan.
"Walk slowly, the soil here is fertile, you must not damage the crops," Lin Ping reminded.
Even though he was very rich, Lin Ping knew that farmers had a hard life and he would never do anything to damage the crops.
Zhang Yuelu glanced at Lin Ping again, but then continued to speed up.
"Slow down, the wheels have already run over the wheat field," Lin Ping said angrily.
The other party showed no intention of slowing down, and even deliberately made the carriage speed through the wheat field.
"Ah!" Zhang Yuelu let out a long howl, her body seemed to be about to collapse, and finally she leaned weakly against the carriage, no longer moving forward.
"Is this woman crazy?" Lin Ping muttered to himself, already prepared to spend the night.
Taking advantage of Zhang Yuelu's mental exhaustion, Lin Ping decided to get out of the car and walk around. As long as his intention to escape wasn't too obvious, the other party would probably turn a blind eye.
His nerves suddenly tensed up when he stepped onto the wheat field.
"Weeds, it's all weeds?" Lin Ping was shocked to see the withered yellow wheat field.
He subconsciously looked around. Perhaps they were just standing on the edge of a field, while the rest of the field was a golden wheat field.
But the desolation before him filled him with despair the next second.
No matter how far he looked, all he saw was endless weeds, and only occasionally could he spot a couple of wheat seedlings beneath the dense weeds.
Rather than calling this a wheat field, it's more accurate to describe it as an endless wasteland.
But why don't the people cultivate such fertile land?
It's important to understand that in an era of extreme scarcity, farmland represented a chance of survival.
He simply couldn't understand why the local people would waste the land.