#473 - Do not do evil, no matter how small it is.

A day passed quickly.

After eating a full meal of rice with pickled radish, Wei Changtian went out again, wandering purposefully around Guanghan City for an entire day.

Although the imperial army had already marched into the city, most of the soldiers were still stationed near the city walls.

Of course, there were also many soldiers coming and going on the streets, but it was not difficult to avoid them.

And so, dodging and weaving all day, Wei Changtian accomplished the following things.

One.

He went near the latrine from the previous night, but because it was too close to the city wall, and surrounded by the imperial army's camps, he didn't risk entering to search.

However, given the situation, the thing he dropped should have already been discovered.

Two.

He roughly surveyed the deployment of the imperial army and discovered that Han Zhao had not immediately sent troops to pursue the Shu army as originally planned.

Wei Changtian didn't know the reason for this, but it was likely related to Qin Zhengqiu's sword strike last night.

Now that the enemy suddenly had such an expert, Ning Yongnian must have learned of this, and perhaps he ordered the army not to advance rashly.

Three.

He circled around Han Zhao's main tent and basically figured out Han Zhao's location.

Although he was already a Third-Rank, it would undoubtedly be very difficult to see Han Zhao without being noticed.

Sneaking in was definitely not reliable, as the commander of an army would definitely have personal guards protecting him at all times.

Therefore, it would be best to think of a way to send a message to Han Zhao, asking him to come and see him.

Four.

Attempted flight.

Upper Third-Ranks can fly in the air for a short time, but it consumes a lot of internal energy.

Wei Changtian had long yearned for the matter of "flying", but he didn't have time to experience it properly yesterday, so today he "stole some time from his busy schedule" to find a place to "test fly".

He did fly, if being one zhang off the ground counts as flying.

Although a bit disappointed, Wei Changtian knew that this was because he was injured.

However, after only "flying" for a dozen or so breaths, he exhausted all of his internal energy that he had painstakingly recovered. Wei Changtian finally understood why he rarely saw Liang Zhen and others "flying".

So "flying through the air" is useless except for showing off!

Yes.

The above is everything Wei Changtian did today.

Oh, and one more thing.

At dusk, he randomly found a wealthy family and secretly "took" a dozen taels of silver from them.

And his current actions can be said to be the exact opposite, it would not be an exaggeration to say "Do not do good because it is small, do not fail to do evil because it is small."

From murder and rebellion to stealing chickens and touching dogs.

He does all evil, big and small, with no psychological burden.

If it were Xiao Feng, even if he had "borrowed" someone's silver out of desperation, he would definitely find a chance to "return" it in the future.

But Wei Changtian had no intention of doing so at all.

Damn rich people! Their silver is earned by exploiting the people! It's good enough that I didn't empty their family fortune!

Huh?

Wait a minute, if that's the case... then isn't the Wei family the biggest wealthy family in Great Ning right now?

Then aren't I calling myself a dog?

Hiss...

Desolate for thousands of miles at dusk, the setting sun paints the autumn clouds yellow.

At the end of You Shi, when only the last ray of afterglow remained in the sky, Wei Changtian, "returning fully loaded", also returned to the small alley where the old woman lived.

A chicken in his left hand, a duck in his right, and a fat no, a bag of rice on his back.

Because the imperial army had entered the city, ordinary people basically stayed at home and closed their doors, the entire alley was very empty and deserted at this time.

Only one small courtyard door was open, and an old woman with white hair was standing at the entrance, facing the alley as if waiting for something.

"Granny!"

Wei Changtian saw her from afar, and for some reason, he subconsciously shouted.

The latter only nodded expressionlessly after hearing his call, and then turned around and slowly walked back to the courtyard.

Huh?

Not waiting for me?

Wei Changtian was a little confused for a moment, but he didn't think much about it, and quickly walked two steps into the courtyard as well.

At this time, the old woman was walking towards the kitchen, and although Wei Changtian knew he wouldn't get a response, he still raised the chicken and duck behind him and asked with a smile:

"Granny, I bought chicken and duck back, which one do you want to eat tonight?"

"..."

The old woman slowly turned around, hesitated for a moment, and then reached out and pointed at Wei Changtian.

Damn it???

Wants to eat me???

You old woman are actually a monster???

Wei Changtian was instantly shocked, but in the next moment, he vaguely understood what the old woman meant.

"Are you asking me which one I want to eat?"

"..."

Nodding, the old woman took another step closer and patted the bag of rice behind Wei Changtian.

This time, Wei Changtian didn't misunderstand again, and immediately understood what she meant.

"Hahaha, it's okay, I'm not tired."

"Then let's eat chicken tonight, and duck tomorrow."

"You rest, I'll do it..."

"..."

About half an hour later, the narrow room was lit with an oil lamp, and plates and bowls were placed on the table.

A plate of green vegetables, a plate of pickles, and two bowls of rice, all of which the old woman had already prepared before Wei Changtian came back.

However, Wei Changtian also truly contributed his first dish since transmigrating—stewed chicken.

Actually, he originally wanted to make something different, after all, he had been studying and working in other places in his previous life, and he could barely cook a few dishes.

But unfortunately, the old woman's house really didn't have any ingredients, so in the end, he just stewed a chicken soup and called it a day.

"Granny, try it!"

Serving the old woman a bowl of hot soup, Wei Changtian ate his rice while casually talking.

Anyway, he wouldn't get a response, so he basically said whatever came to mind.

"Granny, how old are you? I feel like you must be at least eighty years old."

"..."

"What about your children? Why don't you live with them?"

"..."

"Shu is at war right now, I'll buy you more salt and rice tomorrow, it's best if you go out less in the coming days."

"..."

"Oh right, my surname is Wei, I'm really not a bad person."

"..."

Talking and eating.

Wei Changtian didn't deliberately observe the old woman, but he could still feel that every time he mentioned topics related to "children", the latter's actions would pause.

This era particularly emphasized filial piety, so it was rare to see children who were not filial.

However, there were many cases of white-haired people sending off black-haired people.

It seems that this old woman should be the latter.

Guessing this, Wei Changtian also intentionally stopped talking about this, just chatting about some homely things.

And the old woman listened silently, eating her rice in small bites.

When people get old, their appetite naturally decreases, she only ate a few green vegetables and a few bites of rice for the whole meal.

However, she drank all of the chicken soup that Wei Changtian served her, and it was not known whether it was because Wei Changtian's cooking skills were too superb, or for some other reason.

After eating, Wei Changtian took the initiative to wash the dishes and chopsticks, and then prepared to go out to find a way to send a message to Han Zhao.

The old woman didn't react to this, just continued to sit on the wooden stool, mending the clothes with the last bit of light from the oil lamp.

"Creak~"

The courtyard door was gently pushed open and closed again, and the slight footsteps quickly disappeared into the night.

And only at this time did the old woman slowly stop her movements and sit quietly for a long time.

The oil lamp had gone out, the moonlight was cold.

She didn't light the lamp again, just half-closed her eyes and looked at the small courtyard door.

Her hunched figure was old and lonely, like the old locust tree in her memory that always stood outside the door of her hometown.