Quick Transmigration: Playing the Role of a Devoted Tool

After the meal, Xu Su took a walk around the village, intentionally or unintentionally, to familiarize himself with the terrain.

The village is small with few villagers. Liu Du's house is nestled against the mountainside, surrounded by no fields and not even a single poultry.

After Liu Du finished washing the dishes, he came out and saw his savior pondering something. Curious, he went over to take a look.

"My benefactor."

"Are you done with your work?" Xu Su asked without looking up, handing the herbs from the package to Liu Du with a commanding tone, "Take me to town tomorrow and sell these."

"Yes, my benefactor." Liu Du replied, not paying attention to Xu Su's almost commanding tone.

His benefactor was a mountain god, and he felt it was a blessing to be able to do things for his benefactor; he had no other thoughts in his mind.

At night, while resting, Liu Du would weave bamboo baskets to supplement his family's income. Hearing his benefactor's tossing and turning, he stopped what he was doing.

The room fell silent.

Liu Du made a makeshift bed on the floor next to the bed, covered himself with a quilt and went to sleep, but his mind was still on things.

His mother asked him if he liked his benefactor and whether he wanted to keep him with him, but he didn't dare tell his mother the truth.

It was clear that my benefactor was about to leave; he had nothing at home. Why would my benefactor, who came to the mortal world to experience life, choose a family like his?

Liu Du sighed inwardly, when suddenly he heard his benefactor ask him a question.

"Liu Du, don't you want to leave here and go to the capital to take a look?" Xu Su asked tentatively.

"I have to take care of my mother, and I don't have the money to leave. The capital is far away, and the cost of a carriage ride is not low, so I'd better not," Liu Du said regretfully.

He had thought about leaving the village before, but unfortunately, he never had the chance after his mother became seriously ill.

Now that his mother has finally recovered, he is even more reluctant to part with her.

Xu Su did not reply to him.

As Liu Du grew sleepy, he drifted off to sleep, unaware of the cold laughter coming from his bed.

The next morning, before dawn, only a hazy gray light shone through the window.

Liu Du gently woke Xu Su, slung the pre-prepared basket of herbs over his shoulder, and pulled him toward the town.

We drove on and on, stopping frequently, which took an hour before we finally arrived at the nearest town.

Since Xu Su transmigrated here, this is the first time he has ever seen an ancient town.

Walking along the road, I couldn't take my eyes off it all. One moment I was staring at the banners hanging by the roadside, the next I was observing the pedestrians carrying loads on their shoulders. Even the bluestone pavement under my feet seemed new and exciting.

Liu Du noticed his benefactor's curiosity and deliberately slowed down, accompanying him on a leisurely stroll.

Upon arriving at the town's pharmacy, Liu Du walked up familiarly, poured the herbs out of the basket, arranged them neatly, and began haggling with the pharmacy owner.

He often comes here to sell medicinal herbs, and the shopkeeper has known Liu Du for a long time.

"Shopkeeper, look how fresh these herbs are. I just picked them from the mountain yesterday. Please give me a fair price, don't try to drive it down like last time." Liu Du frowned, his tone a little stubborn.

The shopkeeper picked up a few herbs, examined them from all angles, and slowly said, "That's about the quality. I'll give you three hundred coins at most, not a penny more."

"Three hundred coins is too little! It should be at least four hundred coins. I put in a lot of effort to gather these herbs."

After some back and forth, the two finally agreed on a price of 350 coins.

Xu Su watched from the side, finally gaining some understanding of the currency of this world.

Liu Du took the copper coins handed to him by the shopkeeper, carefully put them in his pocket, counted them, and then turned around and stuffed them into Xu Su's hand.

"My benefactor, all the money from selling the herbs is here. The town is more lively than the village. If you want to buy anything, I'll go with you around."

Xu Su took the copper coin, his fingertips touching the cool metallic texture, and nodded with a smile.

"I don't really want to buy anything, I just want to look around. Oh, and I also want to ask the drivers going to the capital how much it costs to take people."

Liu Du didn't ask any more questions. He accompanied Xu Su on a tour of the town and found the coachman who frequently traveled to and from the capital.

Xu Su stepped forward to inquire about the price, but the number quoted by the driver instantly chilled his heart.

"The journey to the capital is long, and it will cost at least five taels of silver. Not a penny less."

Five taels of silver is equivalent to five thousand copper coins, and the three hundred and fifty coins he had were not even enough to cover the difference.

Xu Su clenched his hands at his sides, and suddenly the image of Qi Ran deep in the misty mountains popped into his mind.

He still remembered how beautiful Qi Ran was. His long, black hair reached the ground, and countless silver butterflies fluttered around him as he walked. Most notably, he had dark green eyes that were as pure as unpolluted lake water.

He had used sweet words to coax Qi Ran into falling for him, and now they could finally be put to good use.

Upon returning to the village, Xu Su told Liu Du that he had some personal matters to attend to and asked him to return to the village first. Then he turned and headed towards Wushan.

Liu Du had no suspicions, but he glanced back at Xu Su and then at Wushan.

A hazy mist shrouded the mountain, inspiring both awe and fear.

He felt that his benefactor must have gone to find herbs, since the travel expenses were so high.

Xu Su had a Qi Ran bone necklace on his body. After entering the mountain, he was guided by the mist and arrived deep in the misty mountain.

He was tired from walking and called out Qi Ran's name.

Before long, a figure emerged from the forest, surrounded by silver butterflies, just as he remembered.

"A-Su, you're back?" Qi Ran's voice was gentle, her dark green eyes filled with joy.

Xu Su immediately put on a sorrowful expression, stepped forward, grasped Qi Ran's hand, and spoke with tender affection.

"My dear son, I'm in trouble. I want to go to the capital to find a way out, but I can't even afford the travel expenses. I have no other choice but to ask you for help."

He made up a story, portraying himself as extremely embarrassed.

Qi Ran was simple-minded and trusted him completely, so she had no reason to doubt him and was worried about Xu Su.

"Don't worry, I'll take you somewhere where there are even rarer herbs. Selling them will definitely raise enough money for the journey."

As she spoke, Qi Ran pulled Xu Su deeper into the misty mountains.

There grew many rare herbs that were not commonly found elsewhere, and Qi Ran helped him pick them one by one and carefully sort them out.

Xu Su looked at the herbs in his hand, feeling relieved, but his face still held a gentle smile.

Back in the cave, Xu Su tentatively asked Qi Ran if she was willing to leave.

"You forgot, I can't leave."

"Well, it looks like it'll be a long time before we see our little darling again."

Qi Ran blushed as he coaxed her, completely immersed in his tenderness, letting him hold her and whisper sweet nothings in her ear.

He wanted to leave, but he couldn't.

He was naturally delighted that Xu Su had returned.

Qi Ran was lifted up and gently laid down on the soft bed in the cave, a bed they were both familiar with.

Xu Su wasn't in a hurry to leave; he wanted to spend some time with Qi Ran to relieve his desire.

After all, we won't be able to have someone as beautiful as her again.

He reached out and wrapped his arm around Qi Ran's waist, his fingertips gently caressing the delicate fabric of his clothes.