Spring comes to the desperate place

Chapter 425 Meeting an old friend

The two vine dogs sneaked to the outside of the bedroom. This was the backyard of the bedroom. No one lived here at all. The secret guards would not pay attention to this place unless they saw anyone. This made it convenient for the vines to sneak into the house and successfully find the place where the king kept his clothes.

As the ruler of a country, he naturally has someone to help take care of his clothes. There are also several palace maids in the room sorting clothes. Their main job is to iron the washed clothes neatly. Special fabrics must be treated with care, especially those animal skins that cannot be washed. Special people must be arranged to maintain them.

Song Chunlin's target was not this kind of coat. He was still waiting for an opportunity. Formaldehyde is naturally more effective when worn close to the skin.

After a lot of effort, the palace servants finally tidied up their clothes and most of them went out, leaving only the two youngest ones inside to do some finishing work.

Seeing that this was an opportunity, Song Chunlin immediately urged the mutant vines to crawl into the house. While the two little palace maids were slacking off, he evenly sprayed a layer of formalin diluted with water on the king's inner garment. Fearing that one spray would not be enough, Song Chunlin lifted up the clothes and sprayed a little inside as well. If he had not been afraid that the clothes were too wet and aroused their suspicion, Song Chunlin would have wanted to soak all the clothes in formalin to let them absorb the "medicinal effect" well.

Thinking of this, Song Chunlin's eyes rolled, and he asked the vine dog to steal a piece of clothing. Of course, this was not because he was a pervert, he just, well, simply wanted to make an enhanced version of the poisonous clothing.

After successfully stealing the clothes, Song Chunlin looked at the inner garment that was covered in dust and said that he didn't really want to wash the clothes for the king. He simply found a laundry place and mixed the clothes with a pile of dirty clothes. He didn't care who washed them, he wouldn't wash them anyway.

It should take some time for formaldehyde to take effect. Song Chunlin was not idle during this period. He changed his hiding place from the noble's mansion to a warehouse in the imperial palace. The things stored here seemed to be some utensils and sacrificial supplies. Basically no one would come in here unless it was a festival. He hid in it to rest during the day, and only used his mental power to avoid the king and wander around at night.

After wandering around the palace for several days, the king began to show symptoms. The young and strong king began to have headaches during court meetings. He felt as if his head was being hit from inside, and the pain was so severe that he had no intention of listening to what the people below were saying. In the end, the court meeting ended with the king feeling unwell.

Song Chunlin watched the imperial doctors coming in and out, and felt that their level seemed not as high as Dajing's. What was most outrageous was that this group of people actually hired a shaman whose face was covered with unknown paint. What's going on? Do they have to rely on metaphysics for things that science can't solve?

The headache was just beginning and would not kill the king. Judging from his physical condition, he could probably hold on for a few more days. Song Chunlin ignored the rest and instead kept his mental strength highly alert and began to resume his old job in the Jin palace - emptying the warehouse.

So while the palace servants were running around for the king's illness, Song Chunlin quietly searched their warehouses and took away most of the valuables. The same went for the silver in the treasury and the granary, most of which were taken away. As for why he didn't take them all away, it was because he didn't want to alert the enemy.

Song Chunlin walked happily in the garden with his hands behind his back, humming a song. He had already started to imagine that after a while, these people would want to take money from the warehouse, but would suddenly find that more than half of the money was missing. It would be a pity that by then he would have already left and would not see the panic on their faces.

It is said that cutting flesh with a blunt knife is the most painful, and doing this is even more painful than lingchi (slicing) them with a blunt knife.

"Hehe, I let you guys start a war, don't you know that the one who starts it first is the meanest?"

The king would not die for a while, so after Song Chunlin had looted their warehouses, he set his sights on the backyards of other nobles. Perhaps because they made a living by hunting, the most hidden items among these nobles were animal furs. Of course, these were not ordinary animal furs, but rare treasures, or furs from relatively rare animals.

Song Chunlin was not interested in this kind of thing. He skipped the furs and looked for other more precious and valuable things, such as ginseng.

The ginseng here is more numerous and better than that in Dajing. The ginseng in Song Chunlin's space is also very good, but it is too conspicuous if it is too good. The ones collected by these nobles seem much more normal. Song Chunlin, without exception, put them all in his pocket and took them back as gifts. The Song family is different now. When interacting with others, they can't always use things in the space. It is much more convenient with these.

It's not just ginseng. These people love hunting, so they have a lot of tiger bones, tiger penises, deer antlers and other things. Song Chunlin happily put them into the warehouse. These are all rare things. He can take them back and make wine with them, which is very nutritious.

He was happily collecting things when he suddenly heard a burst of beating and scolding outside. Song Chunlin stopped collecting things and immediately put his ear to the door. He heard the noise outside seemed to be punishing the slaves, so he no longer paid attention to it. Fortunately, the beating and scolding sound soon stopped, and it was probably the punishment was over.

Song Chunlin deliberately waited until it was quiet outside before going out, but as soon as he went out, he found someone lying outside.

Song Chunlin paused slightly as he was about to leave. He used his mental power to check and found that the man seemed to have fainted, so he felt relieved. He walked to the man's side, looked down at the person on the ground, and suddenly felt that the man looked familiar.

"This woman looks like a Han Chinese..." Song Chunlin said as he used a branch to lift the hair off the other person's face, and found that this woman was actually an old acquaintance.

"Hey, isn't this my sister-in-law's cousin Zhou Daya? Wasn't she exiled? Why is she here?"

Song Chunlin used a branch to poke the other person's hands and feet again. Well, they were all wearing heavy shackles. It seemed that Zhou Daya was abducted here to be a slave, not to enjoy a good life.

It would be good if she didn't enjoy herself. Song Chunlin didn't forget how vicious this woman was. In order to frame her sister-in-law, she even spared her own son. She deserved this fate. Song Chunlin couldn't sympathize with her at all.

But if no one takes care of her now, Zhou Daya might not survive the night. Song Chunlin touched his chin and felt that letting Zhou Daya die like this would be too easy for her. Since she was a slave, he might as well let her be a slave for the rest of her life.

So Song Chunlin pried open Zhou Daya's mouth, suppressed his nausea and poured her a small sip of spiritual spring water. After pouring the water, he immediately destroyed the cup and quickly disappeared.

Shortly after he left, Zhou Daya, who was lying on the ground, woke up. She felt an unprecedented lightness in her body and was very confused. She thought she was dreaming, or maybe she was dead, otherwise why did all the pain in her body disappear? She even forgot how long she had been in pain. Her injuries had never healed since she was exiled.

"What's going on?" Zhou Daya checked her body over and over again until those who abused her came back and found that she had woken up but did not go to work. They started cursing and beating her again.

Song Chunlin, who was not far away, watched Zhou Daya being taken away by the collar, and finally a satisfied smile appeared on his face.

That’s great, every evildoer will be punished by his own evildoer.

The appearance of Zhou Daya reminded Song Chunlin that since these Jin people were able to abduct Zhou Daya, it also meant that they had also abducted other Han people as slaves. When Song Chunlin thought of the people of his country being treated like livestock by these people, his face couldn't help but darken.

Song Chunlin struggled for a long time during the day, but he couldn't suppress his curiosity. He used his mental power to search for possible Han slaves. Unexpectedly, he really found quite a few Han slaves in this search. Moreover, these slaves were branded with marks on their bodies. Regardless of gender, they were all doing the dirtiest and hardest work. For example, Zhou Daya was responsible for washing the toilet for her master. No wonder she had a foul smell when Song Chunlin approached her.