Chapter 63

Looking at Duan Yu with surprised beautiful eyes, Dong Yi was extremely shocked in her heart.

To be brave and keep one's word is already very rare.

Plus, to have strategy!

Brave and resourceful, honest and trustworthy.

Dong Yi almost wanted to open her mouth and keep Duan Yu.

But she knew that Duan Yu probably wouldn't agree.

That day at the market, she saw Duan Yu's wife.

Ah...

He is married.

Dong Yi bit her lip.

"What's wrong with you?" Duan Yu's words suddenly interrupted Dong Yi's annoyed thoughts.

"Ah." Dong Yi, whose heart was a bit flustered, dodged her gaze and said: "No... nothing."

"Ahead, yes, it's right ahead."

Dong Yi pointed to a large mansion at the end of the alley in the distance.

In front of the mansion were two stone drums, and the porch was wide and imposing.

There were also soldiers holding weapons in front of the door.

It seems to be a military general.

Duan Yu analyzed in his heart.

It's just that before they even reached the mansion door, Duan Yu stopped the carriage.

"Why did you stop?" Dong Yi looked at Duan Yu curiously and asked.

Duan Yu gave a bitter smile and said: "Eldest Miss Dong, this is an ox cart."

"If your family or servants see it, I'm afraid it won't be good."

"Besides, you just said you are not married yet."

"Waiting in the boudoir, if it spreads that you were alone with a man, I'm afraid it won't be good for your reputation."

"So, it's better for me to stop the cart here."

Dong Yi smiled slightly, jumped off the ox cart, and put her hands behind her black skirt, looking a bit playful and cute as she said:

"I'm not afraid, what are you afraid of?"

"Could it be that you are afraid of your wife?"

"Afraid your wife will know?"

"Or afraid that I will stick to you and find your home and be known by your wife?"

Duan Yu shook his head with a smile and said: "Our statuses are different, Eldest Miss Dong, don't joke."

"What if I'm not joking?"

Dong Yi suddenly spoke.

"Uh..." Duan Yu was choked and couldn't speak.

"Hee hee, I'm joking."

"Then you wait for me here for a moment, I'll be right back."

Saying this, Dong Yi ran toward the mansion in the distance.

Duan Yu wiped the sweat from his forehead.

He thought to himself, good heavens.

Women from wealthy families are really different.

Who knows which of those words are true and which are false.

There are too many twists and turns in their hearts.

"Chan'er is still better, gentle and easy to push over," Duan Yu praised.

Inside the mansion.

Just after entering the door, Dong Yi restrained the smile on her face.

She looked like an ice beauty, as if she had become a different person.

People passing by Dong Yi stopped and bowed to Dong Yi, calling her Eldest Miss.

The first thing she did when she returned to her room was to change into a brand-new white skirt.

Then she ordered the servants to take five hundred gold.

"Cui Liu." Dong Yi looked at one of the maids following behind her and said: "You go to the treasury and ask Uncle Dong to bring that carved bow, just say I want to use it."

"Yes, Eldest Miss." The maid nodded and turned to leave.

Not long after, in front of the inner gate of the mansion, Dong Yi, dressed in a white skirt, stood in front of a pure black warhorse, gently grooming the horse's mane.

Beside her were several mature women holding trays in their hands.

Not long after, a middle-aged man brought two soldiers, holding a huge wooden box wrapped in Shu brocade, and came to Dong Yi.

"Eldest Miss, the carved bow has been delivered," said the middle-aged steward, Uncle Dong.

Dong Yi nodded and walked toward the outside of the mansion.

"Bring everything I prepared."

Far outside the mansion.

Duan Yu leaned against the ox cart.

Calculating what to do after getting the money later.

One hundred gold.

Enough for him to do many things.

The house needs to be rebuilt.

And it's almost spring, time to farm.

He also needs to buy some land.

Also.

The words he just said to Dong Yi were actually his own thoughts.

The world seems peaceful now.

But soon, the Eastern Han Dynasty will undergo a huge change.

The Yellow Turban Rebellion, the Liangzhou Rebellion, the Youzhou Rebellion, the Yizhou Rebellion, the Jiaozhou Rebellion, the Bingzhou Rebellion.

The Great Han seems to be on the verge of collapse overnight.

How many officials were killed because of the rebellion.

Zhang Jiao and his brothers of the Way of Peace, Beigong Boyu of Liangzhou, Zhang Ju and Zhang Chun of Youzhou...

How many local officials can stay out of it?

Even those noble clans that have been passed down for thousands of years, what can they do?

The entire family of Yuan Kui, hundreds of people, didn't they fall under Dong Zhuo's butcher knife!

Being an official, I can't say it's useless.

But in terms of his identity, it is certainly useless.

It is better to slowly accumulate strength from now on.

And then wait for the world to be in chaos and act according to the situation.

"After going back, I will succeed as the roaming patrol officer, and then first gather all the young people in the village."

Duan Yu pondered secretly.

With the identity of the roaming patrol officer, plus these people like Shitou.

Forming a militia team, and with Gao Shun, a genius in training soldiers.

Although the number of people is small, it should be enough to protect himself.

This hunting business can provide food and clothing, but it certainly won't make him rich.

So, he still needs to figure out a business that can make money and accumulate strength for a long time.

He was closing his eyes and pondering here.