MTL - After Emptying the Enemy’s Warehouse, He Carried Supplies To Survive the Disaster Years-Chapter 1 Worst start in history

Chapter 1 The worst start in history

The autumn wind blows by, the withered yellow leaves return to the earth, and the coolness gradually increases.

The setting sun slanted through the hollow, and the dust was flying.

The skinny spiders were busy repairing the tattered cobwebs, and the shady haunted house gained a rare sense of warmth and light.

 “Hey…that’s all…that’s all…I’ll make peace with it as soon as it comes.”

 Sighing 888 times, Ziyu endured weakness and hunger, struggled to get up from the haystack, and leaned against the refreshing broken wall.

Opposite her was a corpse wrapped in two rolls of straw mat. One of the exposed feet was stained with dried blood and exuded a putrid stench.

There was a simple stove made of stone in the corner of the room, with half a smoking broken jar on it, and a small dumpling sticking out his buttocks and blowing **** the fire.

In the dilapidated yard overgrown with weeds, there is a newly paved road. The outer courtyard wall has collapsed, and it is so quiet that there is no sound of human beings.

 “Hey~”

I thought that her ace bodyguard would come to this inexplicable time and space after dying in the service of the country.

Twenty-eighth year of Baiyun Kingdom’s Tianqing Day—Yundu, what the **** kind of place is this.

 Could it be that a dynasty that has never appeared in official and unofficial history really existed in another time and space?

 At the beginning, the father was unjustly killed, the mother was angry to death, the family property was occupied by the powerful, and a two-year-old brother was left behind to be fed.

The sister and brother who were kicked out of the Mei family's old house were penniless and had nowhere to turn to for help. People who had known each other were avoiding them like the plague.

The original owner had no choice but to drag his father and mother, who were wrapped in straw mats, to live in a dilapidated ghost house in the north gate.

Because there was no rice to cook with, the thirteen-year-old original owner went out to help others pour swill. He accidentally heard that his father's death was intentionally caused by the second wife of the Anguo Hou Mansion.

Just because her father was invited to the mansion for medical treatment, he discovered the secret of the second wife of the Hou Mansion. However, he was falsely accused of disregarding human life and became a scapegoat.

 In front of powerful people, human life is like a piece of grass, and there is not even a chance to defend oneself.

After learning the truth, Mei Ziyu returned to the ghost house and was depressed. From the respected eldest lady of Jimin Medicine Hall, she was reduced to a poor person whose parents both died. She couldn't afford to fall ill under the double blow.

When she opened her eyes again, she changed her mind - the ace bodyguard of the 23rd century, Ziyu, who sacrificed her life for the country at the age of 28.

 Ziyu, who understood the current situation, had a huge headache. What kind of luck was this to her.

 Give her a chance to live again, why is it the beginning of a tragedy? Could it be that she wasn't an orphan enough in her previous life?

　　　God is playing with her!

I thought she had been serving the organization since she was ten years old, but in the end she was dead!

He came naked, but left in powder. He saved a lot of money for his life and didn't even have an heir.

I wanted to retire at the age of thirty, find a place with beautiful mountains and rivers to retire, and raise an innocent little puppy to play with, but everything came to nothing.

It’s a pity that the 180 million she saved was now cheap to a certain national bank, and everything became a thing of the past.

Purple Jade stretched out its slender **** toward the sky - break the sky!

 “Boom~Long~Long~”

A dry thunder thunder rang out in the sky, and Ziyu was so frightened that she retracted her hand.

 “Old thief, I can’t talk about you anymore!”

Ziyu murmured to herself, looking carefully at the absence of movement outside the courtyard before feeling relieved.

 …

Ziyu closed her eyes and felt the Dantian. The original owner had learned some superficial kung fu, and her physical fitness was stronger than that of an ordinary boudoir lady.

The core was changed because she no longer had the courage to face reality, and not even a trace of her soul was left behind. The memory Ziyu now has is only a part of what she had after the accident.

What a headache!

Yundu is a completely unfamiliar place to Ziyu now. The more important thing right now is to fill his stomach.

Thinking of this, Ziyu felt a burning pain in her stomach.

 Haha, it’s been a long time since she felt hungry. It’s so **** uncomfortable!

Her own space is still there, but unfortunately the once fertile soil has turned into the Gobi Desert.

 The ten acres of fish ponds left to her had their dry mouths wide open, including two intelligent multi-functional agricultural machines, two sets of three-story heavy and light steel villas of 900 square meters, and a steel-cast basement of 800 square meters.

 The villa and basement were once filled with specialties, antiques, jade, and gold bars collected from various countries over the past eighteen years. They were a hundred times as rich as her digital bank, and not even a single dreg was left. Fortunately, the refrigeration and freezing areas separated in the basement are still functioning normally, thank you!

 She is now a complete pauper, so poor that she doesn’t even have a piece of toilet paper!

 …

 “Sister, drink water!”

Mei Ziluo, whose face was darkened by smoke, was holding a small bowl of steaming warm water.

The turbid warm water in the thick bowl was filled with black dust. The toddling child focused all his attention on the bowl.

His feet staggered, the bowl in his hand was about to fly out, and Ziyu's figure leaning against the wall moved slightly.

 Catching the bowl that had fallen out of her hands with one hand, and holding the collar of Xiaotuanzi with the other, the simple movements made her breathe heavily.

 “Huh~, Xiao Luo, sit down!”

 Xiaotuanzi leaned into Ziyu's arms dependently, holding the bottom of the bowl with his small hands and urging.

“Sister, drink water and your illness will be cured.”

The scattered hair covered half of her small face, her big wet eyes showed fear and cowardice, and a dirty little hand tightly grasped the corner of Ziyu's clothes.

 “Okay, sister, drink!” Ziyu drank half a bowl of water without moving.

 The smell of smoke…the smell of earth…the smell of stagnant water…

“Sister, you won’t be sick again!” Mei Ziluo looked at the empty bowl and smiled for the first time since leaving home.

 “Gu…Gu GuGu…”

Mei Ziluo shyly covered her belly and lowered her head, not daring to look at her sister.

“Sister is all well now. Xiao Luo, take a nap and you’ll have something to eat when your sister calls you, okay?”

 Ziyu felt pity in her heart. When she was young, she wished she had a shoulder to lean on, even if she didn't have enough to eat.

 It is not difficult for her to raise a child, even if she is so hungry that her heart and stomach are burning.

 “Okay, sister must call me!”

Mei Ziluo closed her eyes obediently and covered her eyes with her dirty little hands, not daring to go against her sister's words in the slightest.

 At a young age, he understood prematurely that his sister was his only relative.

Ziyu held the weightless child in her arms, listening to his even breathing, and felt sad.

 In the blink of an eye, everyone and the grass disappeared into the ghost house.

In the bedroom on the second floor, Ziyu gently placed the sleeping Xiao Luo on the pile of hay in the corner, took off the outer mourning clothes and covered him, and gently patted him back to sleep.

The spacious bedroom with bright windows has only bare shelves, and the mahogany floor of the past has long disappeared.

Ziyu, who was about to go out, was worried about leaving Xiao Luo in the ghost house, so she had to bring people into the space. Xiao Luo would not be able to leave the villa without her guidance.

Zi Yu slowly left. Her cyan-colored dress had obvious wrinkles. Her slender hands flipped up and down. The down-and-out rich lady turned into a poor girl in an instant.

 …

In the Youshi period, the ancient streets with lanterns hanging high and pedestrians wearing clothes similar to ancient Hanfu.

Ziyu smelled the aroma wafting from the wine shop, and the secretion of saliva in her mouth accelerated.

The black eyes flashed slightly, the delicate face hidden by the hair showed a wry smile, and the slender figure disappeared into the shadows.

 A penny stumps a heroic man!

Ziyu in the shadow looked at the two-story wooden restaurant opposite. This was the largest restaurant she encountered along the way.

 The noisy voices and the strong aroma of food made my burning stomach even more uncomfortable.

 This is it!

The previous chronology has been changed to fictional ancient sayings. Those who like it will collect it!

　　(End of this chapter)