My Promotion Story Through Time Travel

Chapter 164 Opportunities

"I heard he was killed by bandits," Zhang Xiaohu said.

A gust of wind blew by, and the fire in the distance crackled and popped, its light illuminating the dark night sky in a fiery red.

Lin Ziping thought of A Bao, and of the woman lying on the bed, already rotting.

They may be survivors of the village, or travelers passing through, but whoever they are or where they came from, they all eventually turned into dust and vanished into the world.

The fire burned all night, and only began to show signs of extinguishing around noon the next day.

The three men covered the area with soil as they went into the village to investigate.

Everywhere were broken walls and ruins, the tiles were blackened by the fire and mixed with the grayish-white ashes, the wooden beams were also deformed by the fire and leaned together in all directions, and the air was filled with a pungent smell of smoke.

Following the direction of his memory, Lin Ziping walked to the house where A Bao lived. The thatched roof had long since turned to dust.

Seeing Zhang Xiaohu and He Shun digging through the ashes with tree branches, searching for something, Lin Ziping said something to them and then left.

Back in the courtyard, Zhu Zi wasn't there, and Lin Ziping didn't want to go to the county government office, so he skipped work and hid in the house.

I cleaned up all the wounds on my body again.

There were several cuts on my arms and thighs.

When Lin Ziping looked in the mirror, he saw that he also had a cut on his face, about five centimeters long, right on his cheek.

Will I be disfigured?!

This face is much better looking than before. Because she runs around outside every day, it looks a bit dark. Lin Ziping didn't think that was enough, so he added a few shades of darker skin, thickened her eyebrows, and raised her nose. Compared to the gentleness of a woman, it has a bit more fortitude.

Although he dresses as a man, he is not a man after all. He can accept being dark-skinned, but having scars is absolutely unacceptable.

Although the wound on his face had stopped bleeding, the sides of the wound were slightly red.

Lin Ziping dared not use the medicine he used on his body on his face, so he could only gently wipe it with diluted salt water.

The mirror was made of bronze, so the view wasn't very clear. Lin Ziping had to hold it closer to examine it carefully.

I was initially looking at the scars on his face, but as I looked, my attention wandered.

These eyes are so bright, so different from the dull eyes of people who wore glasses in the past.

And this face has no visible pores, no redness, and no pimples.

These dark circles are a bit heavy and don't look right on my face. I guess I need to improve my sleep schedule.

Lin Ziping moved the mirror a little further away and smiled gently, mimicking Li Qiongying's expression. It actually looked quite similar.

He then mimicked Gao Chi's manner, glancing sideways with an air of dominance.

Sigh, there are so few entertainment options these days. You can spend half a day just looking at a blurry bronze mirror.

Lin Ziping stopped his childish behavior, put on a headscarf, went out to eat a bowl of noodles, and came back to catch up on sleep.

Lin Ziping slept soundly until dark, when he was awakened by a series of loud noises outside.

He opened his eyes and was stunned for a while before he realized that he had returned to Fuchun County and was now lying in his own bed.

Lin Ziping got out of bed, put on his clothes, tidied his appearance, and pushed open the door to go out.

A dim, yellowish light shone from the kitchen.

"Young Master, you're back. I left some food in the pot, it's still warm." Zhu Zi, who was squatting and tending the fire, quickly stood up to greet Lin Ziping when he saw him.

Lin Ziping rubbed his stomach. He had eaten a bowl of noodles in the afternoon and then lay down to sleep. Now he was actually a little hungry. It seems that sleeping is also a physical activity.

"I'm a little hungry. You sit down, I'll get it." Lin Ziping said as he walked into the kitchen, opened the pot lid, and brought out the food.

Lin Ziping found it too troublesome, so he started eating while standing in front of the stove.

"Zhu Zi, how have you been these past few days? Has Dr. Qian asked me anything?" Lin Ziping asked while eating.

"We've basically covered all the villages assigned to us these past two days," Zhu Zi said, adding a piece of firewood without looking up. "Dr. Qian is quite satisfied."

"How is the villagers' condition under control?" Lin Ziping continued to ask.

Zhu Zi said, "Almost...almost done. Most of them have drunk a bowl of medicine, and we didn't take away the dregs."

Lin Ziping nodded, wanting to ask more questions, but Zhu Zi said, "Young Master must have had a long day outside. The water is boiled, I'll bring it inside."

"Okay, I'll help you after I finish washing the dishes." Lin Ziping shoveled the rest of the rice into his mouth and mumbled.

Lin Ziping quickly washed the bowl and then came over to help Zhu Zi fetch water.

"Young Master, what happened to your face?" Zhu Zi asked, noticing the wound on Lin Ziping's face.

"It's nothing, just a small cut," Lin Ziping said nonchalantly.

"How could it be harmless? How could a woman have a scar on her face?" Zhu Zi frowned and said seriously, "It seems that the old woman left some medicine. I'll go find it."

After saying that, Zhu Zi hurriedly ran out and returned a short while later with a small white jade jar.

"Young Master, you wash your hands and apply the medicine. I'll do it here." Zhu Zi handed the jar to Lin Ziping.

Lin Ziping accepted it without any pretense or refusal. He washed his hands and face, then went back inside to apply the medicine.

I first applied a light layer to the wound on my hand. It felt cool and moisturizing, and after a short while, the wound looked less red and swollen.

Although the entire Lin family was shrouded in mystery, aside from the medicine he drank which had some side effects, the other medicines were truly effective.

Lin Ziping ran outside again and boiled the small spoon for applying the medicine in boiling water before carefully picking out a small amount of medicine and applying it to his face.

Lin Ziping took the backpack back and shook out its contents, intending to reorganize it.

Water pouch, handkerchief, tinderbox, bread crumbs, medicine bottle, and the cloth bag that Abao returned.

"Young Master, the water is ready." Zhu Zi's voice came from outside.

Lin Ziping put down what he was carrying, opened the door, and took the water from Zhu Zi's hands: "You should get some rest. I can do it myself."

“Alright, I’ve boiled some water in the pot and there’s still a fire in the stove. Young master, add some more if you need more,” Zhu Zi said.

"Okay, get some rest," Lin Ziping replied.

Zhu Zi yawned and said goodbye to Lin Ziping, feeling embarrassed.

Lin Ziping carried the water into the house.

It's really troublesome not having a bathroom or running water in this era.

Although the rains that lasted for a while solved the basic water needs, the water was all in the wells, and we still had to draw water, which was very inconvenient. Especially with winter approaching, the hot water supply was lagging behind, which greatly reduced our standard of living.

He had a million complaints in his mind, but there was nothing he could do in reality. There was no water pump, water pipes, or water heater. The local environment didn't allow it, and the local environment didn't have the necessary conditions either. Lin Ziping didn't know how to do it either, so for now, he could only maintain the status quo.

After washing his clothes, knife, and dagger with water, Lin Ziping prepared to wash his backpack and cloth bag as well.

The cloth bag was originally white, but now it's gray and looks dirty.

Lin Ziping put it in the water to soak, intending to wash it the next day, but a picture appeared after soaking for a short while.

Upon seeing this, Lin Ziping was momentarily surprised.

It's not strange that the writing appears when it comes into contact with water; it's just that it uses special ink. You can also write with milk, lemon water, or white vinegar by heating it up.

The important image above, presented in such a concealed manner in this era, must be hiding some great secret.

Time travel really does give you the protagonist's treatment; this is clearly an opportunity!

Without thinking twice, Lin Ziping found paper and pen and hurriedly wrote it down.