Quick Transmigration: The Pregnant Little Fairy is Pampered by the Heirless Boss

Chapter 307 Era: XCMG's Simple-minded Wife 11

The moonlight made the gray walls of the guesthouse appear white.

Ji Xiaosong lay on the hard bed, clutching the dagger Xu Weidong had given her, pretending to snore loudly.

This was a special skill she learned from Widow Zhang in the village: the louder she snored while pretending to be asleep, the more people would think she was sleeping like a log.

When the window slats clicked shut, her snoring hadn't stopped, but her right hand reached for the scissors under the pillow.

She had borrowed these scissors from the waitress during the day to cut shoe patterns, and now they were perfect for use as weapons.

"Xiao Song".

Xu Weidong's voice was softer than a mosquito's hum.

He crouched down in front of the bed, his black cloth shoes covered in mud, clearly indicating that he had walked a long way in the dark.

Ji Xiaosong jumped up, nearly poking Xu Weidong's nose with the scissors: "You scared me to death!"

She deliberately lowered her voice to a high-pitched, shrill tone, like a frightened old hen, "Why do you sound like a ghost!"

Xu Weidong pointed to the door and then to his ear.

Ji Xiaosong understood and immediately started muttering at the top of her lungs, "This damn rat is disturbing my sleep every day! I'm definitely going to ask the waiter for rat poison tomorrow!"

As he spoke, he stomped his foot on the bed, making a loud thud.

Once the footsteps in the corridor had faded away, Xu Weidong pulled a cloth bag from his pocket.

Upon opening it, I found several brown sugar buns, baked until golden brown and still steaming.

"Did you bring this for me?"

Ji Xiaosong's eyes lit up, and she grabbed it and started to gnaw on it.

Brown sugar buns were a rare treat, requiring both grain coupons and sugar coupons; ordinary families could only afford them during the Lunar New Year.

Xu Weidong nodded and then pulled a small tin box out of his pocket.

The box contained a few dark, round balls that smelled like mothballs mixed with chili powder.

"What's this?" Ji Xiaosong picked up a pill. "Rat poison?"

"For self-defense." Xu Weidong said two words, picked up a pill and threw it hard on the ground.

With a "pop," a cloud of pungent white smoke burst out, filling the room with the smell of pepper.

Ji Xiaosong coughed from the choking, but she knew perfectly well that this was a life-saving tool that Xu Weidong had prepared for her.

She quickly wrapped the remaining meatballs in a handkerchief and stuffed it into her inner pocket: "I knew it! The rats in the city are fiercer than those back home!"

Xu Weidong's lips twitched, as if he was about to laugh but held it back.

He reached out and brushed aside the stray hairs on Ji Xiaosong's forehead, carefully examining whether the previous abrasions had healed.

"It's okay!"

Ji Xiaosong waved his hand dismissively, "I fell much harder when I was chopping firewood back in my hometown!"

She suddenly remembered something, and pulled a cloth bag from the bedside table. "Here you go, boiled eggs! I specifically asked the cafeteria lady for these today."

Xu Weidong took the still-warm egg, his fingers trembling slightly as he peeled it.

Ji Xiaosong pretended not to see it, but her heart skipped a beat.

That taciturn fellow must be injured again.

Sure enough, when Xu Weidong turned around, a small patch of dark color seeped through the lower back of his clothes.

Ji Xiaosong exclaimed, "Oh dear! How come your clothes are torn? Take them off and I'll sew them up for you!"

Before Xu Weidong could react, she had already taken out a thimble and thread from her sewing kit. She had borrowed them from the old lady in the next room during the day in front of the waiter; the stitches were so thick they could be used to sew shoe soles.

Xu Weidong stiffly took off his coat.

Sure enough, the back of the white vest inside was wrapped with bandages, and the bloodstains had turned brown.

Ji Xiaosong's heart clenched, but she deliberately sewed the stitches crookedly: "Just wear it as is, my skills aren't as good as my mother's..."

"I love so much."

Xu Weidong's voice was so soft it was like a mosquito's buzz.

"What did you say? You like it?"

"Ah."

"I knew it! Someone would definitely like my cooking. By the way, weren't you supposed to be heading south? Why are you still with me?"

"Unexpected mission."

Just then, two bird calls came from outside the window.

Xu Weidong's muscles tensed, and he grabbed his clothes, ready to leave.

"and many more!"

Ji Xiaosong grabbed his sleeve and pulled a red cloth bag from under the pillow. "This is a peace charm I got for you!"

Actually, she secretly slipped the train ticket that Officer Zhao had given her into the box and set up a protective barrier around Xu Weidong.

However, this time the barrier wasn't set up as strong as it should be, to avoid arousing suspicion.

But he pretended it was a real thing, saying, "I went to the City God Temple specifically to pray for it today, and it's incredibly effective!"

Xu Weidong carefully put the red cloth bag away from his body, then suddenly reached out and ruffled her hair like he was petting a puppy.

Before Ji Xiaosong could even open her eyes, the person had already climbed out the window and disappeared into the night.

Ji Xiaosong clung to the windowsill for a long time, until her legs went numb, before finally lying back down on the bed.

The pine scent from Xu Weidong still lingered in the bed, mixed with the smell of blood and the sweet aroma of baked buns, making her nose sting.

With a cleaning spell, everything was restored to its original state, and the entire room seemed as if no one else had ever been there.

As for Xu Weidong's blood-stained clothes, she directly stored them in her spatial storage.

The target of this mission seems to be really difficult to win over.

I have no idea when I'll be able to complete the task of having a child.

Lost in thought, Ji Xiaosong fell asleep.

As dawn broke, Ji Xiaosong jumped out of bed as soon as the song "The East Is Red" began to play on the radio.

She tucked the scissors into her waistband, hid the pepper balls in her shoe insole, and stuffed a handful of roasted soybeans into her pocket, intending to use them as concealed weapons.

"Comrade Xiao Ji, you're up so early?" the waiter asked, yawning.

"I dreamt about my mother!"

Ji Xiaosong rubbed her eyes and made up a story, "We absolutely have to go to the City God Temple to offer incense!"

"Then you'd better go eat breakfast first, otherwise there won't be any left."

"Okay, I'm hungry too."

In the cafeteria, Ji Xiaosong held an aluminum lunchbox and waited in line to get porridge, but her eyes scanned every corner.

Two people in blue overalls were whispering to each other at the table by the window;

The old man selling meal tickets at the entrance had such thick knuckles that it looked like he had been holding a gun for years.

Even the way the auntie serving the food used her wrist to scoop porridge was wrong; she must have practiced grappling.

"The porridge is so thick today!"

Ji Xiaosong deliberately raised his voice and accepted the lunchbox with a silly grin.

As she turned around, she "accidentally" bumped into the person in blue overalls behind her, spilling hot porridge all over them.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry!"

She hurriedly pulled out a handkerchief to wipe the other person's clothes, and took the opportunity to smear the medicine powder from under her fingernails onto the inside of the other person's collar.

This is datura powder she smuggled from a herbal medicine shop; it's enough to make someone dizzy for two hours.

"It's alright, ladies, just don't be so impulsive next time."

"Hehe, I got it, I'll be more careful next time."

Back in her room, Ji Xiaosong pulled a burlap sack from under the bed; inside were the things she had "borrowed" from the supply and marketing cooperative the night before.

A bundle of hemp rope, half a bag of lime powder, several empty cans, and a pair of rusty pliers.

In the 1970s, when resources were scarce, these were all treasures.

She had just tied the hemp rope around her waist when three cuckoo calls suddenly came from outside the window.

Two short and one long signal was Xu Weidong's warning signal.

Ji Xiaosong rushed to the window and saw a red ribbon tied to the sycamore tree below, swaying in the wind in a Morse code rhythm:

"Zhao is under arrest; do not go to his car."

Ji Xiaosong narrowed her eyes.

As expected, the other party was trying to lure the tiger away from the mountain.

She quickly pulled a dagger from under her pillow, carved a five-pointed star on the window frame, and added an arrow next to it.

This is to tell Xu Weidong: I will play along.

Train stations are always bustling with people.

Ji Xiaosong, carrying a blue cloth bundle, timidly squeezed into the crowd like any other rural woman visiting the city for the first time.

The bundle contained her "props": an old cotton-padded jacket, several empty lunch boxes, and the book "Illustrated Atlas of Common Chinese Herbal Medicines".

Tucked inside the book were three large pins she had taken from the guesthouse.

"Hey girl, where are you going?"

An old woman with a wrinkled face came over and waved a train ticket for G city in her hand.