Traveling back to ancient times to get rich

Chapter 338 Looks So Young

Ye Qingchen stood quietly to one side like a sculpture, her posture upright and elegant, seemingly blending into her surroundings. Her gaze, like a clear spring, flowed methodically over the group of Liao people, as if trying to see through their rugged appearance to understand their true thoughts.

Her gaze, like a delicate paintbrush, meticulously outlined the features of these Liao people. She saw in their words and actions a free and unrestrained spirit, as if they were free-spirited steeds galloping across the grasslands, unburdened by any constraints. Their every move carried the unique carefree spirit of the grassland people, a boldness and exuberance derived from nature that captivated everyone.

Although these Liao people had openly looked at him and his companion Bai Zhi and Fu Ling, Ye Qingchen didn't sense any lewdness or obscenity in their eyes. On the contrary, their gazes were pure and clear, like the first rays of morning sunlight, warm and bright. This pure gaze slightly eased Ye Qingchen's vigilance.

However, the ancient proverb "One should always be wary of others" constantly sounded an alarm in her mind. Ye Qingchen knew that when traveling, even when facing seemingly friendly strangers, one could not let one's guard down. She pondered to herself that although these details suggested that these Liao people were probably not malicious, she still needed to remain vigilant just in case.

So, Ye Qingchen seemingly casually turned slightly to the side, but her movement appeared somewhat deliberate, as if she were trying to conceal something. At the same time, her fingers twitched slightly inside her sleeve; this seemingly insignificant little action was actually secretly activating several guard robots.

Although small in size, these robots possess powerful functions. They are designed with extreme ingenuity, enabling them to move rapidly without attracting attention. Upon receiving Ye Qingchen's command, they dispersed like nimble shadows, quickly disappearing into various corners around the camp.

These robots employ advanced stealth technology, making them virtually undetectable while lurking. They wait silently, like sleeping hunters, and are immediately awakened by any unusual activity, emitting a sharp alarm and taking swift action.

After completing these arrangements, Ye Qingchen felt a little relieved. He knew that these robots would become his eyes and ears, helping him protect the camp. Then, she walked lightly into the tent, as if nothing had happened.

Inside the tent, the bedding was already laid out, and Ye Qingchen slowly lay down, enjoying the comfort of the soft mattress. She gently closed her eyes, allowing her body and mind to gradually relax. In this tranquil atmosphere, she prepared to enjoy a peaceful sleep, temporarily forgetting the noise and troubles of the outside world.

Meanwhile, Gu Mochen's gaze lingered briefly on the two girls. He knew that men and women were different, and that sharing a tent with Qingchen and Baizhi in such a relatively unfamiliar and potentially dangerous environment would be inconvenient. Furthermore, he had noticed Ye Qingchen's discreet deployment of the guard robots and admired her meticulousness. So, Gu Mochen turned and walked towards another carriage. This carriage was exquisitely decorated, with soft cushions and thick blankets—everything one could need, its comfort comparable to his bed at home. He pulled back the curtain, bent down, and entered, casually stretching out and lying down. Knowing that the camp was heavily guarded by robots, Gu Mochen felt exceptionally relaxed and quickly drifted into a sweet sleep. He slept soundly until the first rays of sunlight gently touched him the next morning, waking him slowly.

Meanwhile, the Liao people's camp was also bustling with activity early on. As dawn broke and the first rays of sunlight touched the earth, the Liao people, as if their biological clocks were set, awoke from their slumber. They rose quickly, without the slightest hesitation or delay, displaying the efficiency and competence cultivated from their long years of travel. Some skillfully dismantled their tents, their movements fluid and seamless, as if the tents were magically folded into neat, new-looking pieces. Others carefully packed their belongings, categorizing and organizing them neatly into their packs on horseback, each item placed perfectly, easy to access without being crushed.

When they noticed that Gu Mochen and his group's tents hadn't been packed up yet, several enthusiastic Liao people didn't hesitate to step forward and help. They smiled, their eyes revealing friendliness and warmth, as if this wasn't a troublesome task, but a natural act.

These Liaoning people quickly disassembled the tent and then carefully and meticulously organized it, performing each step with utmost care. They carefully wound the tent ropes to prevent them from getting tangled; they neatly arranged the tent poles to ensure they wouldn't collide with each other; and they folded the tent fabric flat and without a single wrinkle.

With their help, Gu Mochen and his companions' camp was quickly tidied up, and everything appeared orderly. The Liao people's enthusiasm and helpfulness surprised and moved Gu Mochen and his group, and they couldn't help but feel even more favorably disposed towards them.

After finishing their tasks, an older man from Liaoning solemnly brought out some local specialties from his baggage—mare's milk buns. These buns were incredibly appealing, their surface a subtle golden hue, a unique color achieved through the perfect blend of mare's milk and flour, baked to perfection. They were round and adorable, uniform in size, and exuded a rich, mellow milky aroma mixed with a hint of wheat, filling the air and instantly whetting everyone's appetite. The man, beaming, warmly offered the buns to Gu Mochen and the others, saying in somewhat broken but sincere Mandarin, "Friends, try the taste of our hometown!"

Gu Mochen didn't hesitate, taking a piece and biting into it. The milky aroma instantly filled his mouth; it was delicious. Gu Mochen praised generously, "Thank you, brother, this tastes wonderful." The older man smiled and asked, "Young master, how old are you? Why are you calling me brother?" Gu Mochen replied, "I'm 30 years old this year. How old are you, brother?" This answer made the Liao man awkward, momentarily stunned, then he laughed loudly, "Looks like I misjudged you! I always knew Southerners had fair skin, but I didn't expect you to look so young! Brother, I'm not even 38 yet, but I look like an elder. You, at 30, look exactly the same age as my son! It's truly amazing!"

Gu Mochen listened and immediately laughed, then said, "Brother, you flatter me. I'm not that young. My son is already 10 years old. It's just that I got married late. By the time I'm your age, my child will be 16!" Then the two of them laughed together.