Saving System: Calm Down, My Fleeing Host!-Chapter 61: The Troublesome Young Man

Everyone else started laughing as well...

However, Cheng Xiaoxiao still wanted to correct them, calling it Jinyang was too strange!

"Second Brother, what you’re saying is too complicated. We’re all country folks, the things from books sound awkward, why not just call it the sun! Look how far the sun is from us, yet it can still shine upon the earth, so let’s call it the sun... It’s auspicious!"

Cheng Xiaoxiao explained carelessly with great enthusiasm, and others found it quite reasonable.

Everyone nodded, calling it the sun sounds good!

It’s catchy!

Easy to remember!

Cheng Hao was amused and exasperated, feeling that his family was crazy. The names in books are derived from repeated deliberation and are recorded in history books. Only simple country folks could treat such an important matter as casually as a family chat, changing it as they please.

If his scholarly mentors knew about this, they’d be hopping mad and shouting, "Ignorant village women, utterly absurd! How could the things passed down by our ancestors be changed at will?"

Thinking about that scene itself brought humor!

Fine, fine, a few country folks discussing privately in the village shouldn’t matter.

Cheng Hao never expected that this momentary indulgence would bring him significant trouble.

...

At Baishan Pharmacy, Manager Huang and Doctor Xue had just finished their tasks, leaving some cleaning and bookkeeping to Doctor Xue’s apprentices and the attendants. They were really too tired to stand upright.

These days, the heavy rain caused quite a disturbance in the town: houses collapsed, embankments were destroyed, floods ran rampant, grain prices soared, people were panicking, and some, finding no other way out, began resorting to robbery.

Initially, the people coming to the shop were mostly those involved in the disaster relief—injured from collapsed houses or assisting, including constables and wounded patients with colds and rheumatism. After barely handling these patients, the last couple of days brought in victims of fights, all requiring treatment one batch after another. If not for the government organizing officials to guard, the pharmacy might have been robbed.

Currently, without some backing, businesses in the town simply dare not open. If this continues, chaos is inevitable, it truly is worrying.

Fortunately, Cheng Xiaoxiao communicated earlier, and they stored extra medicinal herbs and grain; otherwise, the pharmacy’s stock wouldn’t have lasted several days, and who knows when the rain will stop.

Just as they hurried to rest, the boy under the porch stood there, leaning against a pillar, motionless. In the quiet night, it was particularly eerie; had they not experienced it multiple times, it would have frightened them out of their wits.

Manager Huang spoke irritably, "I say, young sir, how many times do I have to repeat myself for you to believe me."

Addressed as ’young sir’, the boy replied coldly, "Until you tell the truth."

Manager Huang was stumped, replied harshly, "Believe it or not, I won’t push it."

Doctor Xue sighed, "Young man, why are you so persistent? There’s some knowledge best unknown. We saved you; even if there’s no credit, there’s effort, isn’t it? You don’t appreciate us, fine, but pressing us two old men, does it make sense?"

The boy touched the long scar on his face, murmured, "I heard, Lady Gao and I were mutually affectionate, disregarding propriety, gifting personally, even eloping...? "

Manager Huang and Doctor Xue were stumped, looked at each other then turned away in tacit agreement.

"Don’t know what the young sir means?"

If they didn’t acknowledge it, it didn’t happen.

"You want me to appreciate, I need to know who the true benefactor is, right!"

Just as Manager Huang was about to say something...

The boy continued, "Since you two refuse to admit, return my family’s treasure sword to me."

Both showed surprise, what treasure sword?

That girl didn’t mention anything!

Could it be, that girl really withheld someone’s family heirloom!

What to do...

Seeing the expressions of the two, the boy guessed the Cloud Sword truly wasn’t with them.

He then said faintly, "That day, heard a lady surnamed Cheng came to deliver herbs."

They couldn’t stay calm now, who leaked the information?

Apart from them, there were Doctor Xue’s apprentice, two attendants, and a cook-cleaner lady in the back courtyard, all trustworthy; who let Cheng’s news slip?

Though they spoke no words and displayed no expressions, the boy discerned it indeed related to the lady named Cheng, or rather, she was his true lifesaver.

The boy pondered aloud, "Doesn’t matter if you don’t speak, I can investigate slowly."

Oh!

See, there’s no wall without a crack, Doctor Xue glared at his friend, you messed up, couldn’t handle even this small matter.

Manager Huang felt wronged, this person was too troublesome, skilled in martial arts, clever, clinging on here not leaving, what could he do, being exposed was inevitable, right!

Seeing it couldn’t be concealed, Manager Huang admitted openly, "Indeed, someone else saved you, but she’s unwilling to reveal herself. If you truly lost a family heirloom sword, I can help inquire."

After speaking, he folded his hands behind his back, sternly stated, "However, this isn’t a charity hall, since your injuries are almost healed, best leave promptly!"

The boy was indifferent, "Once I know what I seek, I’ll naturally leave." Speaking, he entered, slammed the door shut behind him.

"This....look at him, really doesn’t recognize kindness!" Manager Huang fumed, "Had I known it’d be so troublesome, I wouldn’t have agreed to help that girl, truly saved a live ancestor."

Doctor Xue, uninterested in his friend’s grievance, retreated to his room to rest; any longer and his old bones would fall apart!

The boy lying on the bed, hands behind his head, stared at the ceiling, listening to the pitter-patter of the rain, drifting into thought.

"Xu, run quickly!"

"Xu, remember, trust no one!"

"Take care of yourself, don’t avenge for us!"

"Do you remember?"

"Live well!"

"You must live well!"

Father’s unuttered last words, Mother’s blood-soaked body, the color of blood, blood everywhere, the ground stainede with shocking dark red, mingling with the drizzle, formed streams, flowing through every corner of the manor.

Witnessing each relative fall was excruciating.

The dying exhortations of Mother.

Let the dry eyes overflow again, with heartache beyond measure.

How could he accept it, let the perpetrators walk free, not avenging! Then what’s the point of living?

Sadness and hatred in his eyes swallowed him again.

Since the incident, he dared not close his eyes. Whenever shut, endless slaughter, helplessness, despair, pain intertwined and corroded his battered heart.

The boy gazed out the window, murmuring to the void, "Mother, don’t let your child avenge, your child doesn’t know what to do, live for what?"

"The lives of 223 people in the estate, should I bear them alone?"

Saying this, curling into a ball completely.

Loneliness~

Darkness~

Endless night, the future life, without a ray of light, how could he walk alone.

No!

He would avenge.

Mother, I can’t walk alone, only revenge.

Once I get the Cloud Sword, repay the kindness, then avenge, may you forgive your unfilial child in spirit.

Amid confusion, his thoughts slowly returned, was the Cloud Sword truly taken by Miss Cheng, what’s her true motive?