Chapter 372 - 274: If Worse Comes to Worst, I’ll Just Have to Pull a Job

Chapter 372: Chapter 274: If Worse Comes to Worst, I’ll Just Have to Pull a Job

Tang Wen needed to sleep, and the two women understood why.

Zhou Bing casually explained the situation to the Queen, then got up and went into the inner room. She climbed onto the large, date-red solid wood bed and bent over to make it.

Just as she was about to get off the bed, she felt a weight behind her and an arm wrapped around her waist.

"There are people outside," she said, her voice soft.

But as she held Tang Wen’s hand, it was unclear whether she was trying to pull it away or press it down.

After a moment of intimacy, Zhou Bing straightened her clothes and walked out of the room.

Tang Wen lay on the bed, and after a brief Meditation, he naturally drifted off to sleep.

In a daze, his vision brightened, and a vast grassland appeared before him.

It was the dead of winter, and the grass was withered and yellow.

He walked forward until he reached the foot of a mountain peak.

Looking up, he saw the mountain was majestic and steep, soaring into the clouds.

In the dream, everything was hazy and indistinct.

Tang Wen’s consciousness wasn’t very clear either.

As his gaze slowly fell back to the ground...

...the withered yellow grass had, at some point, formed lines of artistic script.

[Two White Tigers are heading in your direction.]

Tang Wen’s spirits lifted. He blinked, and the words on the grass changed.

[The Boat Gang sent someone to ask when to enter the underground. I told them it depends on Elder Tang’s command.]

’Hmm, I’ll just stall for now.’

’Going down there recklessly is out of the question.’

The Fifth Grade expert from the White Tiger Race was the biggest trump card in Tang Wen’s hand; he couldn’t afford any mistakes.

However, he also understood that stalling forever wasn’t a solution.

After all, resources from Ganshan City were being continuously shipped to the White Tiger Tribe.

Yet the experts from the White Tiger Tribe weren’t fulfilling their duty to protect them.

If this went on for too long, it wouldn’t just be the Huang Family and the Boat Gang causing trouble; the other major powers in Ganshan City would also become dissatisfied.

On this matter, the interests of all the families were aligned.

If the White Tiger Tribe sent a few Fifth Grade experts to hold the line, the other families could send fewer of their own. Even if they couldn’t send fewer, they would at least have more security during the underground battles.

At the very least, it would significantly reduce the death rate.

[There are many Sixth Grade experts in the tribe, but even traveling at top speed, it would take them nearly twenty days to reach Ganshan City and then get to your location. I suggest Elder Tang ask the Saintess for help directly...]

’Ask Hu Lanlan?’

’No problem, I’ll leave her a message later.’

Freeloading off women was something Tang Wen had long since gotten used to.

At the very beginning, in the camp, he lived off Zhou Bing and the Queen.

Later, in the Black Water Gang, he lived off Shui Yun.

Now, living off Hu Lan... you could say he was a seasoned pro, rich with experience!

Tang Wen’s consciousness faded, and he withdrew from the dream. When he opened his eyes again, the sky outside was bright.

He stretched, pulled out the [Unity Mirror], and, as expected, saw a message from Hu Lan.

One of them read:

[Need a Sixth Grade expert to hold down the camp? Beg me!]

A little white tiger with the character for "Lan" written on its forehead was laughing.

"Lan’Er has gotten bold."

He read on, and the next part was even trickier:

[What if you just call me ’dearest sister’? Not only will I help you, but I’ll also be your best friend in the whole world.]

The little white tiger with "Lan" on its forehead had its paws on its hips.

Tang Wen snorted and tapped out a voice reply:

[Lan’Er, you’ve misunderstood me!]

[Am I the kind of person who would carelessly agree to someone’s terms and suck up to them just to get some help?!]

[Lan’Er, you’ve disappointed me so much!]

He followed this with a sigh, leaving a pause.

[Dearest sister~]

Tang Wen’s tone was gentle.

[I just really wanted to call you that!]

He felt absolutely no emotional ripple as he repeated it several more times.

He had just put away the Heart-Questioning Mirror when he got up and went to the outer room.

On the small bed here, which was meant for maids or concubines, a thick quilt was wrapped around a figure in a red dress.

The Queen, Xia Qingge, hadn’t left yesterday.

The sound of Tang Wen leaving seemed to have woken her.

A pair of large eyes fluttered open and then quickly shut again. She wrapped the quilt tighter around herself, turned over, and went back to sleep.

’This girl really makes herself at home, doesn’t she?’

Her figure was a series of alluring curves. Tang Wen closed the door properly and went to the main hall.

The three women had been drinking until dawn; Tangtang and Zhou Bing were still asleep too.

The diligent maids had prepared roujiamo, tea eggs, and a thick maize porridge, along with several small side dishes.

Tang Wen’s appetite was whetted. He wolfed everything down, cleaning the plates.

Days at home were always so leisurely.

After breakfast, he pushed the roujiamo cart with Xiaoliu and Peach Blossoms.

CREAKING AND GROANING, it rolled into the Inner City market.

The stall owners were thinly dressed, wearing only straw rain capes.

They might offer some protection from rain and snow, but they were useless against the biting north wind.

It had snowed again last night, and now it was so cold they could barely stand still.

Peach Blossoms said softly, "Usually, it’s a husband and wife who run a stall together."

"But I see most of the stalls only have one person."

"The other person is at home warming up. They switch shifts every so often." After speaking, Peach Blossoms glanced at her pocket watch and announced in a calm voice, "It is now eight-thirty in the morning."

She was announcing the time for the stall owners.

"Did you hear that? Miss Peach Blossoms said it’s eight-thirty!"

"Hey, you in the back, it’s eight-thirty now."

"Eight-thirty, no wonder I feel so cold. The two young ladies set up their stall half an hour later than usual."

"My wife should be here to take over for me soon."

"..."

Except for when he was in bed, Tang Wen hadn’t paid much attention to the time in a long while.

Eight-thirty in the morning.

His concept of this time of day was still stuck in his past life as a wage worker.

In late autumn, at eight-thirty, he would ride his electric scooter into a bone-chilling headwind.

Even a helmet couldn’t block it. After just a few kilometers, he would be frozen through.

At eight-thirty in the winter, it was the crowded, smelly Route 67 bus with windows covered in white fog!

If none of the above scenarios were happening and it wasn’t a rare Sunday off, it meant he was running late and was going to get docked pay...

Recalling all this, Tang Wen felt a new wave of sympathy for the stall owners who were constantly stomping their feet to stay warm.