You put me in charge of the prison and turned all the female prisoners into female military goddesse

Forget it, I don't want to.

Lu Jing stretched.

There must be a way to the front of the mountain.

There's no good solution in sight, and if we keep thinking about it, we'll just be getting stuck in a rut.

In this situation, even if a solution is devised, it is not a good solution at all.

and so.

Do nothing now.

Just empty your mind and relax your brain.

The best way to relax your brain is to sleep.

yawn--

After stretching, Lu Jing took off his shoes, got into bed, and quickly fell asleep.

Silent all night.

The next day, Lu Jing got up at the first crow of the rooster.

yawn.

He stretched and loosened his shoulders, feeling much more relaxed.

Indeed, getting enough rest is the most important thing.

Lu Jing then got out of bed.

Immediately afterwards, he spread the parchment map out on the table and looked at the dotted lines again in the morning light.

Ten seconds later.

He reached out and tapped the marker at the entrance, then picked up a charcoal stick and wrote two characters next to it: Grain, Armor.

After finishing writing, he rolled up the map, stuffed it into his pocket, and went out the door.

The courtyard was already bustling with activity as the female prisoners began their preparations.

Seeing Lu Jing emerge, Ji Tangtang, who was squatting by the well, immediately asked, "What are you practicing today, sir? Archery or running laps?"

Lu Jing ignored her comment. He walked to the middle of the yard, looked around, and said, "No practice today, we're moving today."

"what?"

The air went still for a moment.

The grass stem in Ji Tangtang's mouth fell to the ground.

Mu Jiangli stopped fastening her belt.

Qin Liniang's hand, holding the wooden basin, hovered in mid-air.

Only Ye Qingqing remained unresponsive, peeking halfway out of the kitchen doorway with half a sesame seed cake still in her mouth, and mumbled, "Moving?"

"move place!"

Lu Jing nodded: "Move to that cave, the one we explored a couple of days ago."

Ji Tangtang was the first to react. Forgetting to pick up the grass stalks, he rushed to Lu Jing and bombarded him with questions:

"What will happen to the Flying Cavalry camp if we move into the cave? What will we say if Captain Fang asks?"

"How are we going to move all that stuff over there? It takes half a day to go back and forth, so we can only make one trip a day."

Lu Jing waited until she caught her breath before speaking:

"One trip a day is enough. Move the grain first, then the leather armor, and finally the medicine and salt."

"I'll talk to Fang Shengtian and tell him that we need to go into the mountains for a field exercise, and bring enough supplies and weapons."

Ji Tangtang opened his mouth, wanting to ask something else, but couldn't find the words for a moment.

Mu Jiangli walked over from the side and chimed in: "So, should we go in batches or all at once? We can't just swagger out of the city gate carrying sacks of grain, can we? The Flying Tigers have sharp eyes."

Lu Jing said, "We'll leave in the middle of the night, going out through the southwest corner gate. I've scouted that road; there's no one there at night. The Flying Tigers' sentry posts are to the south, out of their line of sight."

Wen Lanxiang remained silent.

After thinking for a moment, she placed the freshly folded outer robe on the stone steps of the corridor, walked up to Lu Jing, and asked:

"Lord Lu, how many people should be moved in the first batch? Who will do the moving? After the move is complete, should we leave anyone in the cave or not?"

Lu Jing glanced at her, thought for a moment, and said, "The first batch will consist of three shi of grain and ten sets of armor. Ye Qingqing, Mu Jiangli, and I will carry them together."

"Wen Lanxiang, you stay in the camp and keep an eye on the rest of the people. Make sure no one leaks any information."

Wen Lanxiang had no objection, immediately clasped her hands in a fist and bowed, and said, "Okay."

For the next half day, the entire side courtyard was in preparation.

Ye Qingqing found a piece of coarse linen and tied the three bags of grain into two pack bags, which she then attached to the backs of the two borrowed mules.

Mu Jiangli squatted against the wall, applying tung oil to his leather armor, muttering to himself as he did so:

"There are too many scratches on this nail; I'll have to find some leather to repair it later."

As night fell, the lights of the Flying Cavalry Camp were gradually extinguished.

After the night watchman struck the second watch gong, Lu Jing pushed open the side door of the side courtyard.

The streets were deserted, and the moonlight cast a pale gray glow on the stone pavement.

Three men led two mules along the wall. The mules' hooves were wrapped in thick cloth, so they made little noise when they stepped on the ground.

After exiting the southwest corner gate, I walked south along the path I had explored before. The night wind blew from the fields, carrying the scent of earth and withered grass.

When they reached the dry ditch, Ye Qingqing suddenly stopped, turned around, and said, "There are people behind us."

"what?"

The female prisoners immediately tensed up!

She stopped and listened for a while. There was nothing in the fields except the sound of the wind. Mu Jiangli also stopped and looked back. Under the moonlight, the road was empty and there wasn't even a tree shadow.

Ye Qingqing stood there for a few more moments before turning around: "You might have misheard. Let's go."

The three of them continued forward.

After crossing dry gullies and climbing low hills, we finally reached the canyon when the first layer of gray-blue appeared on the horizon. We squeezed through the narrow gaps hidden by thorns and entered the cave.

Ye Qingqing unloaded the grain and armor and leaned against the cave wall.

Mu Jiangli squatted down and shone the fire tinder around her.

They confirmed that the chisel marks on the cave walls were still there, and the ground was clean with no new footprints.

Lu Jing stacked the grain in a dry spot on the left side of the cave and carefully arranged the leather armor against the stone wall.

Then, using a loose stone, I pushed the thorn bush at the entrance back into place.

The three of them rested for the time it takes to burn an incense stick before heading back the way they came.

By the time they returned to the side courtyard, it was already fully light. Ji Tangtang was peering out from the doorframe when he saw the three of them. He breathed a sigh of relief and said in a low voice, "I thought you'd been captured by the Flying Tigers."

Ye Qingqing waved and entered the courtyard. Mu Jiangli brushed the dust off her shoulders and said, "Even if you're captured, you have to eat first. Is there anything to eat?"

Ji Tangtang magically produced a flatbread wrapped in oil paper from behind his back and handed it to him: "I saved this for you, it's still warm."

Mu Jiangli took it and took a bite: "At least you have a conscience."

For the next five days, every night after midnight, Lu Jing would take Ye Qingqing and Mu Jiangli to the cave to transport things.

After the grain was moved, they moved the medicinal herbs; after the medicinal herbs were moved, they moved the salt and spare bowstrings.

They always returned to camp before dawn, always quietly.

The female prisoners in the side courtyard continued their training, meals, and conversations as usual, showing no signs of anything amiss.

Only Wen Lanxiang would take stock of the remaining supplies in the warehouse every day and mark tally marks on the charcoal stick notebook.

On the seventh night, after completing the last move, Lu Jing stood in the middle of the cave and looked around.

Three bushels of grain were stacked on the left, twenty suits of leather armor were piled on the right, a package of medicinal herbs was hung on the stone wall to prevent moisture, and salt and bowstrings were stored in the deepest, dry corner.

Ye Qingqing wiped the sweat from her forehead with her sleeve and said, "Enough for all of us to eat for two months."

"Um."

Lu Jing nodded, but after standing there for a while, his gaze fell on the area circled in vermilion on the map.

He had asked about that place when he was looking for Qi Xiaomei during the day.

She said there were several abandoned charcoal kilns in that mountain area, in remote locations, and few people went there.

If those cave dwellings could be put to use, they would be more than just places to hide.

He put away the map and walked out of the cave. The morning breeze rushed in from the mouth of the canyon, making his clothes flutter.

Ye Qingqing and Mu Jiangli led the mule behind them, and the three of them walked back along the dry ditch. The sky was beginning to lighten.

As we entered the city gate, the morning market was just opening, and an old man selling vegetables was squatting by the roadside arranging radishes.

Seeing three drab-looking men leading a mule past, he glanced up at them and then looked down again.

Nobody gave them a second glance.

Lu Jing walked back to the side courtyard and put the map under the bed.

When I came out, the female prisoners were making a late-night snack.

Immediately afterward, Ji Tangtang came out of the kitchen carrying a bowl of hot porridge. Seeing him, he raised the bowl and said, "You're back? There's still some in the pot."

Lu Jing took the bowl and drank a sip, which made him squint.

He placed the bowl on the well platform, thought for a moment, and said, "Starting tomorrow, I won't move anything. I have enough stuff. Now I need to think about other things."

Ji Tangtang was taken aback: "What are you thinking about?"

Lu Jing slowly drew a circle on the rim of the bowl with his finger: "How do you plan to turn that place from a hiding place into a habitable place?"