Chapter 210 Another Transmigrator
He pointed to the road ahead and said to Madam Li,
"Sister-in-law, the three of you go first. Follow the main road straight ahead, and you should reach the next inn before dark.
I'll take this grandson to the nearby county town for some private business and will catch up later."
Madam Li was startled, a hint of worry flashing in her beautiful eyes.
"The local customs here are fierce, and we've already entered the border region. Is it really appropriate for you to go alone? Should I accompany you?"
"No need!"
Shen Yulou waved his hand, his refusal quite firm.
The transmigration was Shen Yulou's biggest secret, and he didn't want anyone to know and treat him like a monster.
If there were any conflicts or if another transmigrator said something nonsensical, Shen Yulou wouldn't know how to explain it to his Sister-in-law.
It was better for him to scout ahead first.
As for Old Eighth Hu, it didn't matter. He was going to die sooner or later anyway, so it wouldn't hurt if he knew.
"Sister-in-law, don't worry. My Lightness Skill is now somewhat accomplished, and my hidden weapons have also reached a basic level. Self-preservation is not a problem.
Besides, if there's real danger, he's here."
As he spoke, he kicked Old Eighth Hu's backside.
Old Eighth Hu stumbled, his face crestfallen, a million alpacas stampeding through his mind.
Am I really supposed to die?
Madam Li looked at him deeply. Seeing his resolute attitude, she no longer asked further, simply nodding.
"Then you be careful."
With that, she took Zhao Qi and Qingqing, got into the carriage, and continued to drive forward.
It wasn't until the carriage completely disappeared at the end of the main road that Shen Yulou's expression turned serious.
He eagerly pulled out the wanted poster from his embrace again.
"Palace Jade Liquor Wine."
"Odd change, even no change."
Of course he could complete the second couplet!
And only he could complete it.
A transmigrator!
In this world, there was actually another transmigrator!
Shen Yulou had always thought he was the man chosen by fate, the sole protagonist of this era.
Although he didn't get a system or an old master as a golden finger, by relying on his modern knowledge and professional skills, he still managed to thrive and have many companions.
But what was the result?
There was actually someone else!
He painstakingly engaged in domestic strife, played power games, acted as a parenting expert, and outwitted the dog emperor.
Meanwhile, that person might have already invented a steam engine!
Thinking of this, Shen Yulou instantly couldn't hold back, and a huge sense of crisis welled up in his heart.
What if that guy was a cheat-system-wielding Long Aotian?
He might start with max-level divine skills, divine artifacts by his side, and wherever he went, his domineering aura would be released, and subordinates and beauties would bow down.
And himself?
Starting with a begging bowl, equipment all based on deception?
What kind of game was this!
No!
This matter must be clarified!
Shen Yulou's eyes instantly turned cold, all his previous ease and comfort vanishing without a trace.
He grabbed Old Eighth Hu, who was still trembling beside him, by the collar.
"Go! Follow me into the city!"
Old Eighth Hu was so scared his legs went soft, and he stammered,
"S-s-sir, where are we going?"
Shen Yulou glanced at him and said grumpily,
"To find a fellow countryman."
In his heart, however, he was frantically calculating.
Find this transmigrator compatriot, and first assess his quality.
If he was a like-minded, good comrade with whom he could cooperate,
Then they could plan together to turn this world upside down, and perhaps even create an empire that unified the world.
But if... he was a potential threat, or an idiot with incompatible values,
Then he was sorry.
Fellow countrymen meet fellow countrymen, a shot in the back.
Shen Yulou was no saint. In this messed-up world, only one cheat was allowed!
Shen Yulou, carrying Old Eighth Hu like a chick, hurried along and soon arrived at the nearby small county town.
As soon as he stepped through the city gate, Shen Yulou's footsteps paused.
He keenly noticed something was amiss.
It was too clean.
The streets of this county town were excessively clean!
Although the bluestone pavement showed its age, it was swept spotless. Not a single rotten vegetable leaf could be found on the street, and there was none of that unique pungent smell of ancient county towns, a mix of animal waste and domestic garbage, in the air.
What shocked him even more was that along both sides of the street, at regular intervals, there were garbage bins woven from bamboo!
In the distance, there were even cleaners in uniform, driving horse-drawn carts, emptying the garbage bins one by one and transporting the waste away centrally.
Damn it, it really was a transmigrator.
A public sanitation management system had even appeared.
This whole operation, in an era where urinating and defecating anywhere was considered basic, was absolutely outrageous. It was like the mother of outrageousness opening the door for outrageousness itself, utterly beyond belief.
Shen Yulou was one hundred percent certain that the person who created this system was definitely that fellow countryman!
Moreover, this person's management ability and execution power were exceptionally strong.
To implement such a municipal management system, centuries ahead of its time, in a feudal county town, mere ideas were not enough; absolute power was required.
If he were to do it, he would at least need to reach the level of a County Magistrate, and even then, he would have to use both soft and hard tactics, coaxing and deceiving, spending a lot of time before seeing initial results.
It seemed that this fellow countryman was, in all likelihood, the County Magistrate here.
Good, good... Shen Yulou scanned the area. Apart from the streets being as clean as a Virgo's home, there was nothing else too out of the ordinary.
He didn't see factories spewing black smoke, nor soldiers carrying AKs.
If that guy had produced airplanes and cannons, he would have immediately turned back to the imperial city and jumped into the river with the dog emperor to commit suicide.
Shen Yulou stood at the intersection, looking towards the county yamen, his eyes becoming incredibly complex.
Damn it, this was getting interesting.
Shen Yulou's current mood was like discovering his girlfriend's phone had another man's name saved as "The Best Baby in the World."
Messed up, and full of a sense of crisis.
He had always thought that transmigration was an exclusive VIP channel opened for him by heaven.
Turns out, it was a group buying link after all?
The thought that there might be a guy more cunning or more knowledgeable about the industrial revolution than himself, silently making a fortune in this land, made Shen Yulou anxious and restless.
Uncomfortable.
He took a deep breath, forcefully suppressing the ten thousand alpacas stampeding in his heart.
Grabbing Old Eighth Hu's collar, he strode into this county town named "Anyuan County."
Once inside the city, Shen Yulou sent Old Eighth Hu to inquire about the origin of the wanted poster.
Old Eighth Hu was now a startled bird, not daring to disobey. He scrambled into a small tavern.
A moment later, he ran out with a crestfallen face.
"Sir, I've found out. That wanted poster was put up by our County Magistrate here.
They say it's been up for several months, and many scholars who consider themselves highly talented have tried to complete it, but none have succeeded."
County Magistrate?
Several months?
The timing seemed to be around the same as when he transmigrated, didn't it?