Spring comes to the desperate place

Chapter 114 Scatter wealth

Instead of taking out a rope, Song Chunlin summoned mutant vines to tie up the guard and even blocked his mouth tightly to ensure that he could not make any sound.

Gu Fengyue looked at the human-shaped object wrapped in vines on the ground and fell into deep thought.

"What are you doing? Hurry up, there are still two doors to open." Song Chunlin urged.

Gu Fengyue came back to his senses and looked at Song Chunlin with a hint of awe in his eyes.

It’s better to avoid messing with this little guy in the future. He is too skilled in tying people up.

The second guard was also easily dealt with by the two of them. When it came to the third guard, perhaps the other party noticed something and Gu Fengyue was discovered before he could get close.

The man was a martial artist with agile skills. He wanted to shout as soon as he saw two strangers appear. Fortunately, Song Chunlin was quick to block his mouth with vines, so he did not shout.

The man's mouth was blocked by the mutant plant. Seeing the plant wriggling on its own was so painful that he was frightened to death. His head tilted and he fainted.

Song Chunlin walked up and kicked him, but found there was no response. To be on the safe side, he tied the man up tightly with vines.

"OK, it's tied up."

Gu Fengyue helped him drag the man to a corner, and then the two of them studied the lock for a long time and found that it could not be opened even with mutant plants.

"This lock should be made of cold iron. It is extremely hard. Ordinary iron tools probably can't open it."

What to do if it can’t be opened? Song Chunlin thought about it and came up with an idea.

Gu Fengyue saw the other party conjure up a huge pair of pliers. The thing was very heavy and worked very well. The two of them worked together, one holding the pliers and the other operating it, and they actually cut off the lock made of fine iron very easily.

Yes, after cutting it off, Gu Fengyue felt numb.

You have to know that it is cold iron, which cannot be compared with any scrap copper or iron. How could it be cut so easily?

Gu Fengyue was still a little dizzy when he walked into the warehouse. He didn't expect it would be so easy to get in.

As soon as Song Chunlin came in, he went straight to the calligraphy and painting area. This place looked very clean, probably someone cleaned it regularly. The calligraphy and paintings were quietly placed in special boxes. Song Chunlin thought the boxes took up too much space, so he opened them one by one and put away the things inside.

He placed all these calligraphy and paintings neatly in the book area. Although he didn't know the authors of these calligraphy and paintings, with the mentality of rather killing someone by mistake than letting them go, Song Chunlin was so happy to collect them that he couldn't help but hum a little tune.

Gu Fengyue followed him silently and closed all the boxes for him.

After collecting all these, Song Chunlin stared at those rare treasures with shining eyes.

After about half an hour, the two men sneaked back along the same route. After experiencing the light skill again, Song Chunlin couldn't help but exclaimed.

It was almost past the hour of Chou at this time, and the people in the patrol camp had just changed shifts. There was a court meeting in the palace today, so everyone was almost up at this time when breakfast was sold.

As the two walked in the alley, they could still hear the noises coming from the courtyards.

Song Chunlin asked Gu Fengyue where the slums in the capital were. After listening to his explanation, Gu Fengyue finally understood what the slums were.

"You mean those untouchables who live in those broken-down, cold kilns?"

Song Chunlin didn't understand: "Is there still such a term as untouchables in the capital?"

Gu Fengyue saw that his doubts were not fake, so she kindly answered him: "The so-called untouchables are nothing more than slaves, prostitutes, actors, and the lowest craftsmen. Among these people, slaves are naturally slaves, prostitutes and actors are lowly, and craftsmen are craftsmen. It sounds better than the first two, and they are not lowly. But if you are a craftsman, you will still be looked down upon. Over time, your status will be similar to the other two, and you will be called untouchables."

Song Chunlin frowned, what an evil feudal society.

Gu Fengyue asked curiously: "Why are you asking these questions?"

Song Chunlin said as a matter of course: "Of course it's to rob the rich and help the poor, to be a hero!"

Gu Fengyue: "......"

Don't quite understand, but respect.

"That's the slum you mentioned in West City. Do you want to go there now?"

Song Chunlin shook his head: "No, wait a moment, I have something to do first."

Gu Fengyue: "???"

Just when Gu Fengyue was wondering, a raging fire suddenly broke out behind them, in the direction of the Zhao Mansion. Gu Fengyue looked at the fire that illuminated half of the night sky and suddenly felt that the fire was burning too fast.

Song Chunlin was walking in front, humming a song happily. Gu Fengyue naturally didn't know that Song Chunlin had left a large amount of industrial alcohol in the Zhao Mansion's warehouse and directed the mutant plants to soak the area around the warehouse. This stuff was flammable, and after being soaked, the fire spread incredibly quickly, and soon the entire warehouse was surrounded by flames.

He didn't kill the three guards, but just dragged them to the door. As for whether they could wake up in time, that depended on their luck.

But they were lucky enough to be discovered by patrolling guards when the fire started.

Zhao Fei had already suffered from nervous breakdown due to the numerous fires in his home. When he heard the guards say that his private storehouse was on fire, he jumped up from the bed.

"What? The private vault is on fire? What are you doing here, you bunch of losers? You haven't found the cause of the fire yet, and you said you didn't see the danger of arson. Now even my private vault is on fire. What use do I have for you?"

Zhao Fei was so angry that veins on his forehead were throbbing. He gritted his teeth and told the guards to bring up the three gatekeepers.

The three men were first beaten unconscious, and when they woke up they were frightened by the fire. At this moment they were dragged up, and Zhao Fei kicked each of them in the heart without saying a word.

"Useless thing, can't even watch over a warehouse, ahhhhh, I'm so angry! Come on, drag him away and give him thirty sticks."

When the three heard that their master was going to beat them with thirty sticks, they were so scared that they kept kowtowing and begging for mercy. However, Zhao Fei was furious, and not only were their pleas for mercy useless, but Zhao Fei cruelly added ten more sticks to them.

Now the three of them felt that they were doomed. Zhao Fei was always strict in managing his household. Servants would be beaten with sticks for even the smallest mistakes. The people in the Punishment Hall were also cruel and merciless. In the past, being beaten with ten sticks would be enough to take away half of their lives. Now, with forty sticks, they might not even be able to leave a complete corpse.

At this time, with the help of alcohol, the warehouse was almost burned down. The large boxes inside were all made of wood, so it was not easy to burn. The guards and servants of the Zhao Mansion were all busy putting out the fire, but the fire was too big and no matter how much water was poured, it was useless.

The Zhao Mansion was in chaos because of the fire. Song Chunlin leisurely followed Gu Fengyue to the northernmost part of Taipei City. Although this place was not the slums that Gu Fengyue described, the people living here were generally poor and lived a hard life.

Just along the way they walked, they heard people coughing and groaning in no less than four households.

In his previous life, when Song Chunlin was accompanying his grandparents in the hospital, he could hear similar sounds in the middle of the night, and these sounds meant that there was at least one patient in the family.

In a place where Gu Fengyue couldn't see, Song Chunlin had used his mental power to see clearly the situation in these people's homes.

Basically, the homes of sick people are in a state of poverty, and there is very little food in the kitchen. There is no trace of food to be seen.

Song Chunlin sighed silently. It seems that the gap between the rich and the poor exists no matter what era it is.

Song Chunlin gave five gold beads and ten silver beads to all the sick families equally. These were looted from the Zhao family's warehouse. There were seven or eight boxes used to hold these gold and silver beads. Song Chunlin also asked Dabao specifically and found out that these were indeed real gold and silver, but they were all made into the shape of beads.

Each bead weighs about five grams, which is equivalent to more than fifty taels of silver. For these families, it is a huge sum of money, which can at least help them get through the current difficulties temporarily.

The two of them walked forward along the way, constantly distributing the Zhao family's wealth. It felt so good to benefit from others. No wonder there are so many moral kidnappers in this world.

By daybreak, the small vendors selling breakfast had already set up their stalls. Song Chunlin felt that it was enough, as he had actually lost one third of his money along the way.

Song Chunlin discovered that most of these people were sick. Wherever he went, most of the families had at least one patient in their homes. The worst-off family had not only patients, but also elderly people, newborn babies, and pregnant women. The male owner was even missing two fingers, making it a complete family of the elderly, the weak, the sick, and the pregnant.

The woman in labor had a pale face and numb expression. She let the baby lie on her chest and suck hard with its little mouth, but he couldn't even get a mouthful of milk.

Song Chunlin specially gave the family five extra gold and silver beads and hid them in the shoes of the woman in labor.

After daybreak, the woman in labor got up tiredly and wanted to pour herself a sip of water. When she put on her shoes, she vaguely felt that her shoes were hurting her feet.

The soles of her shoes were so thin that it was as if she was stepping directly on the ground, so the feeling of the beads hurting her feet was particularly obvious. She thought she was stepping on stones, but after taking two steps she realized that it was not the case. So she sat down and took off her shoes, only to find that they were full of small gold and silver beads.

The woman in labor stared blankly at the gold and silver beads in her hands, and for a moment she thought she was dreaming.

Her husband had already gotten up. Seeing his wife in a daze, he thought she was daydreaming again. Just as he was about to go over to persuade her, the morning light from outside shone in and fell on her forehead, and he saw a golden ball in her hand.

The man was startled. He walked forward quickly and found that they were actually some gold and silver beads!

"Hiss~ Madam, where did you get these things?"

The woman was a little confused: "I don't know. When I got up, these things were in my shoes. Boss, tell me, are these real?"

Not only did they doubt the authenticity of the items, but those who received the gold, silver and beads also doubted their authenticity.

Soon, people discovered that these were actually real gold and silver. For a moment, they all thought that it was the gods appearing, and they all knelt on the ground and worshiped in all directions.

"Thank you very much for appearing and saving my family from hardship. I really hope you will appear again."

After delivering the gold and silver, Song Chunlin fell into a good sleep, which lasted until the evening. Gu Fengyun had just returned, and the housekeeper of the mansion immediately set the table as soon as he saw that everyone was present.

During the meal, Gu Fengyun mentioned the case of the theft in the Zhao Mansion's warehouse. It was said that Zhao Fei made a big fuss in Jingzhao Prefecture for this and demanded that the thief be caught within three days. However, after the emperor ascended the throne, he intended to rectify the court and dismissed many children of aristocratic families from their empty positions, including that of Jingzhao Prefecture. Now, Jingzhao Prefecture is full of His Majesty's people, so naturally they would not buy into Zhao Fei's account.

However, Zhao Fei always liked to rely on his family background and financial resources to act tyrannically, and sometimes he even looked down on the royal family. The emperor had long complained about this. When the news of the theft in Zhao's warehouse reached the emperor's ears, he was so happy that he almost jumped up.

"Good, good, good. I don't know which knight did this good deed. It really makes people happy!"

The two knights sat at the table and ate quietly, neither saying a word more nor eating less, and even used Zhao Fei's disturbance in Jingzhao Prefecture as their meal, and they ate with gusto.

Gu Fengyun looked at the two little ones who were eating hard and couldn't help but scold them: "I heard that you two sneaked out to play last night? What did you play? Tell me about it."

The two people who had been concentrating on eating just now paused and buried their heads even deeper, feeling guilty.

When Gu Fengyun saw the actions of these two people, his doubts deepened. He even had some naive thoughts in his mind, such as whether the two of them went to Zhao's house to steal something.

But then he thought, there were so many valuables stolen from the Zhao Mansion, not to mention the calligraphy and paintings, there was a lot of real gold and silver, and these things would not be actually burned. It would be impossible for these two people to carry back so much gold and silver, unless they had accomplices.

So how did these two little bastards manage to keep such a secret from me?

In the evening, Song Chunlin took Gu Fengyue out secretly again, this time to Taipei. The time last night was too short and they didn't walk far enough. Song Chunlin estimated that they hadn't walked through at least half of the place.

The two walked side by side in the narrow and dark alley. Occasionally, Song Chunlin would stop and stand for a while, and Gu Fengyue would stand there waiting.

Song Chunlin was selective when giving money, and priority was definitely given to those who had patients at home. It was not easy for people in ancient times to see a doctor, and all the medicinal herbs were wild, and the prices were very expensive for these poor people.

Even in modern times, many people spend all their wealth on medical treatment, and it was even more so in ancient times.

Looking at those patients who became empty and numb due to illness, Song Chunlin remembered his grandparents lying on the hospital beds in his previous life. Being sick is painful enough, and not having money to treat the disease is even more painful.

The two of them walked and stopped like this until dawn, when they had finally walked through the entire area.

In the morning light, Song Chunlin and Gu Fengyue stood under a tree. He scanned the place with his mental power and found that nothing was missed. Then he followed Gu Fengyue back to the Marquis' Mansion with satisfaction.