Mu Qingyun sat firmly, opened his large backpack, took out a shoulder pillow and placed it on the back of his head, and then took out a waist pillow and placed it on his waist.
This backpack was designed by her, and Yue Ling and Guo Ying helped make it. It adopts the method of later generations of mountaineering bags, with large capacity and wide shoulder width.
The thick cheesecloth is used, and the needle and thread are relatively rough, but the number of stitches used makes it particularly strong.
It’s definitely not good-looking, but it’s definitely comfortable to carry.
Chen Yi read it and said that although it was good, the only problem was that it would be a bit risky to carry it on your back and catch the train.
Not to mention anything else, it was crowded when entering the station. I don’t know how many pickpockets and thieves were hiding in the station. Everyone had a razor blade hidden in their fingers. Once the razor blade was inserted, the bag would have to be ripped open. If you were quick, you could steal everything in an instant. He's gone and it's too late to catch him.
It's also not safe in the car.
These years were different from those of later generations. At this time, the trains moved slowly, and many gangsters had the habit of pickpocketing trains. Stealing and robbery were nothing new. On some traffic arteries, the criminals who were executed by the government every year were not as good as those who pickpocketed trains. Accounting for 20 to 30%.
Mu Qingyun thought about it and realized that Chen Yi was right, so she planned to split the money she had prepared to make sure that even if she was stolen two or three times, she wouldn't run out of ammunition and food.
After all, backpacks are convenient, so you still need to use them.
Mu Qingyun stuffed his backpack and looked around, looking at the surrounding environment. Although it was noisy and noisy, it was still very fresh. His eyes wandered around. There were too many people and he couldn't see if there were any thieves at the moment.
In the past, in order to deceive my good classmate Zhao Yang, I heard Teacher Jia tell many martial arts stories.
There is a group of martial arts people who are masters at picking up trains. They are led by a young woman in her twenties. She disguises herself and sneaks into the train. She selects the target and waits quietly. When the train slows down, she immediately reaches out to get the money and floats away from the window. go.
The passengers on the train could only look at her back and say nothing.
Because of this, Mu Qingyun was still thinking about it before going out, wondering if she could meet such a person on the train this time and whether she could fight with him.
If they meet, the story will be passed down to future generations, and I don’t know if it will become a new legend.
Mu Qingyun was thinking about all kinds of legends in the distance, and suddenly she smelled a stench, which made her frown. She opened her eyes and glanced around, and saw that the man sitting next to her had taken off his shoes and socks.
The dirty and smelly feet were poking beside her, swinging from side to side in a rather ostentatious manner, with ten toes spread out in a rather arrogant posture.
The two of them looked at each other, and the man's eyebrows flew up triumphantly: "Oh, I have no choice. I can't cover my sweaty feet. It's so uncomfortable to cover them."
"If there is a pretty little girl who can't smell this smell, well, then I can only say I'm sorry."
Mu Qingyun: "..."
She quickly recited the warrior code silently.
As it is now, it seems that he can barely challenge the other party and beat him up. As long as there are no injuries that are difficult to heal, he can probably get over it.
Although the imperial court imposed restrictions on warriors, it did not respect them at all.
Mu Qingyun silently recited the word "forbearance".
Her story is written on paper, and she is the protagonist of the story. Maybe many readers think that the heroine is too virginal, and they are not happy to read it.
When Mu Qingyun was reading, he also liked the protagonists, male and female, who draw swords and kill people when they are angry, and who take revenge when they are happy.
"such a pity."
This is not a story.
Mu Qingyun sighed inwardly.
"Ouch."
The man suddenly shrank his feet and stared at Mu Qingyun suspiciously. He didn't see any movement from her, but his feet suddenly felt a sharp sting.
His whole body was shivering constantly, and a coldness went up from the soles of his feet and penetrated into his bones. Soon, his teeth were chattering from the cold. He quickly shivered and put on his shoes and socks, huddled up, and rolled over. Take out clothes and wrap your legs and feet.
Mu Qingyun's eyes slid over the man's luggage, which contained a beautiful little red skirt neatly folded, as well as playthings such as a windmill and a small roly-poly.
This man should have at least two children under his knees.
A little girl who loves red skirts and red headbands.
A little boy of three or four years old.
The man is in his thirties or forties, his parents are old, and his wife and children are still young.
Mu Qingyun couldn't help laughing, and quickly put away his assumptions and stuffed them into the trash can.
She had been thinking about this for a long time, could she really kill someone for such a trivial matter?
Seeing the man next to him wilting, Mu Qingyun adjusted his sitting position. Turning his eyes, he saw two old women and a pregnant woman sitting crowded in a corner not far away.
The pregnant woman was obviously very tired, her face was green and pale, her eyes were dark, and her belly looked about five or six months old.
The two old women were also stooped, thin and senile.
Mu Qingyun turned to the man next to him and smiled: "I think your Majesty is very cold. Maybe you should stand up and stretch your body. Maybe you won't be cold anymore."
As he spoke, the coldness on the man's body increased by another foot, hitting his heart directly. He instinctively jumped up and shivered vigorously.
Mu Qingyun then smiled and said: "Sister-in-law, you two old people, please come and sit down."
The two old women were startled, with a bit of joy on their faces, and they hurriedly helped the pregnant woman over. But before they reached it, they stopped at their feet and saw a young couple leaping over them and rushing towards the empty seat.
The two people rushed towards each other. Mu Qingyun smiled and waved his hands casually, but did not meet these two people. The couple did not know what was going on. They staggered and fluttered across the empty space beside them, and bumped into the front. The man jumped and the three of them sat down together.
Mu Qingyun then waved again: "Please sit down."
The old woman brought the pregnant woman over and sat down. She was a little embarrassed, and she bowed and thanked her repeatedly.
"Thank you, Miss. My wife here is very heavy, and she easily catches the cold while squatting on the ground. If it weren't for Miss's help, we really don't know what to do."
Mu Qingyun smiled: "You three can't thank me, but if you want to thank me, you should thank this strong man."
Strong man: "..."
"Pfft, cough, cough."
As soon as Mu Qingyun finished speaking, she heard a sneer coming from behind. She looked back and met a pair of big round eyes. She lowered her head suddenly and a big blush appeared on her face.
"Sorry, little girl, I'm rude."
There was a middle-aged man sitting next to the big eyes. He hugged Mu Qingyun with a fist, and couldn't help but reveal a wry smile on his face.
Mu Qingyun didn't mind, and even exchanged a few words with the father and daughter.
The father and daughter are also going to Yaowu City. Although he was very humble and didn't say it clearly, judging from the way they were sitting and breathing, they must be martial arts practitioners.
And he must have a good background. The clothes and decorations on his body may not look impressive at first glance, but they are actually quite expensive.
I just don’t know why such a noble person would sit in the second-class carriage.
