My Promotion Story Through Time Travel

Chapter 153 The Worst Class

And then there's Zhu Zi. When the two of them were sparring just now, his figure was exactly the same as the figure on Cat Mountain who shot an arrow that had missed him and then left.

Looking back on the novels he had read, Lin Ziping couldn't help but sigh at the dire situation he was living in. Not only did he have no parents, but he also didn't know if his uncle was even his real uncle. His nanny, whom he considered family, and his childhood friend all seemed to have ulterior motives.

Although there had been suspicions before, this time it was almost as if they were about to be made public. In the heat of the moment, Lin Ziping was even ready to lay his cards on the table.

But after a moment of calm, I realized that there was no benefit in confronting them now. What good would knowing the so-called truth, knowing that they were deceiving me, do?

Forget it, forget it...

Lin Ziping collapsed onto the bed, his eyes vacant, trying to mentally prepare himself.

The world is in ruins, so we'll mend it ourselves.

After a while, Lin Ziping pushed open the door and came out, and the sunlight shone into the small courtyard.

Yes, it's another beautiful day.

Time flies like an arrow; the three-day holiday is over in the blink of an eye. It feels like I did everything these past few days, yet it also feels like I did nothing at all.

Lin Zhong and Granny Liao also went back on the last day of the holiday, leaving only Zhu Zi, Lin Ziping, and Hong Lao Er in the courtyard.

Lin Ziping returned to the county government office and was assigned to patrol the main streets.

Lin Ziping estimated that his step count would soar to 3 by the end of the day. Fortunately, his salary remained unchanged, so he endured it and calmly accepted it.

Lin Ziping's partner changed every day. There were only a few people in the county government office, and it wasn't long before it was Shi Yong's turn.

When I first came to Fuchun, I followed Shi Yong around like a puppy. Now, several months have passed, and it seems that nothing has changed. I'm back to square one.

However, the changes in the county town are still significant. In order to welcome Gao Chi's arrival, special personnel were arranged to clean up the area, all beggars were driven out of the town, and the local bullies who blocked the city gate, led by Zhang Xiaohu's father Zhang Ershun, were also sent home. The economy, which had been affected by the epidemic throughout the town, is slowly recovering.

With the high temperatures in place, prices are also stabilizing.

People are living a prosperous life.

Everything seemed to be moving in a positive direction.

"Xiao Lin, what reward did you get for this bandit suppression?" Shi Yong asked.

Lin Ziping looked confused. What reward?

Seeing Lin Ziping's expression, Shi Yong said, "The brothers who went up the mountain that day all got a piece of pork and half a tael of silver. Why didn't you get one?"

A piece of pork, half an ounce of silver?

Some people even went up the mountain!

Why don't I have any?!

Seeing that Lin Ziping remained silent, Shi Yong leaned closer and whispered, "Have you offended someone recently?"

Lin Ziping thought carefully and realized that he had been either repairing roads in Xinping Village or suppressing bandits in Maomao Mountain during this period. Who could he have offended?

"No, I don't think so," Lin Ziping said uncertainly.

"Hehe, don't worry, maybe the adults haven't decided how to reward you yet. After all, you were the first person to infiltrate the bandits, successfully rescued the Sixth Prince, and even killed the bandit leader. Your good fortune is yet to come." Seeing Lin Ziping's confused look, Shi Yong patted his shoulder and said.

Lin Ziping forced a smile and said, "Then I'll take Brother Shi's good wishes. Brother Shi, what's the situation with the search for that bandit den?"

Shi Yong paused, looked around, and pulled Lin Ziping to a secluded corner, saying, "Do you know what cannibalism is?"

Lin Ziping was puzzled.

Shi Yong continued, "After we cleared the collapsed area, we continued along the tunnel. We don't know how it was built inside; it was winding and had many layers."

Lin Ziping's mind conjured up scenes from tomb raiding novels. Could it be an ancient tomb from a previous dynasty?

Shi Yong continued, "We went down the tunnel, guess how many levels there were?"

Lin Ziping thought for a moment and tentatively asked, "The eighteenth floor?"

Shi Yong gave Lin Ziping an approving look and said, "Each floor contains different punishments, some involve cutting out the tongue, some involve dismemberment..."

"Brother Shi, there won't be any more hellish mountains and seas of fire, will there?" Lin Ziping said with a smile. "The eighteen levels of hell are like this. Each level is six feet high, so eighteen levels would be one hundred and eight feet high. It would hollow out almost the entire mountain. The few times the Jiang family blew things up, it probably wasn't just the tunnel that collapsed. Brother Shi, you should read less of those supernatural novels."

"Hey, Lin, don't be so skeptical. If you don't believe me, ask Lao Huang or Lao Zhu. They're with me," Shi Yong said, pulling Lin Ziping along.

"I believe you, I believe you, I believe you. Of course I believe what Brother Shi says." Lin Ziping answered earnestly but perfunctorily, then asked, "Old Zhu? Is it the Old Zhu who guards the prison gate?"

When I visited Dai Qin in prison last time, one of the guards was named Old Zhu, and I slipped him a lot of silver.

“That old Zhu you mentioned died a long time ago. I remember it was just a few days after you said you went to see that woman last time…” Shi Yong thought for a moment and then said, “That man named Dai Qin died a few days after you went to see that woman last time.”

"Ah, he's dead. No wonder I haven't seen him in so long," Lin Ziping said softly.

"It's nothing, don't worry, I won't tell anyone about your trip to jail last time," Shi Yong said.

Lin Ziping cupped his hands in thanks to Shi Yong and said, "Then thank you very much, Brother Shi. How did Old Zhu die?"

Shi Yong cleared his throat and continued, "Old Zhu was really unlucky; he fell into the cesspool and drowned while getting up in the middle of the night."

"Ah..." Lin Ziping looked surprised.

"The one who came now lives next door to that person. He's his cousin. Old Zhu died, and now he's replaced by another Old Zhu," Shi Yong sighed.

"Oh..." Lin Ziping looked around and said with a conspiracy theory, "Could there be some hidden story behind Old Zhu's death?"

“If there’s any hidden story, his wife and son both confirmed that Old Zhu drank alcohol before nightfall. He probably fell in while drunk,” Shi Yong said. “Let’s not talk about that. As for that one on the mountaintop, I’m not kidding you, there were corpses all over the bottom of that cliff, and there was even a pot of meat cooking in the cave.”

"What kind of meat?" Lin Ziping asked.

Shi Yong gestured with a stroke and a line in front of Lin Ziping.

Lin Ziping was startled.

"Good to know, but don't say it out loud. The Sixth Prince has taken full control of that mountain and reported it to the court. They'll be sending people over in a few days. Everyone's been given a gag order. If we weren't close, I wouldn't have told you." Shi Yong finished speaking and left.

Lin Ziping watched his retreating figure and thought to himself, "Shi Yong isn't usually such a big mouth, so why is he saying these things to me today?"

Mostly fake.

There's definitely something fishy going on on this mountain.

First of all, the numbers don't match up. Not to mention the more than a thousand people he mentioned when he went to the mountain stronghold, even Da Mao and Er Mao, who took care of him for a few days, and A Da and the others who captured him, are nowhere to be seen now.

There's also iron ore, which was a strategic resource for the country in the past, let alone now.

There's a lot more to this than meets the eye!

Thinking back to when I was first pushed out to be cannon fodder at Cat Mountain, I felt a bit resentful. Now, well, just being alive is good enough.

In the past, if you had no money or connections, you could turn your life around with luck and hard work. But things are not as good as they used to be now.

Sigh, what kind of time travel outfit is this? I'm probably the worst off in the entire time travel craze.