The Blessed Beauty Returns with a Dimension-Chapter 977 - 953: Rescue

In the dark of night, a fire suddenly broke out in the southern courtyard of the government office.

That was the backyard of the magistrate's residence.

In no time, the fire brigade hurried over with water carts.

The entire government office was thrown into chaos.

A shadow took advantage of the situation to jump over the high wall, walking directly along the path to the end where the high wall stood.

This was the back of the government jail.

Inside were various prisoners.

If the calculations were correct, this spot should be where Li Yu was held.

It appeared Xu Wu really had skills, managing to figure out the detailed layout of the government jail, knowing exactly where Li Yu was held.

It seemed that even if she hadn't come, Xu Wu would probably have tried to rescue Li Yu, and who knows if the previous jailbreak attempts were their doing.

But just giving her this location was enough.

Facing the high wall, this was an alleyway, currently deserted, with another wall behind it. Climbing over it was the back alley of the government jail, a place teeming with residents from all walks of life.

A manure cart was waiting there.

Jiang Xiaoxiao donned a cloak, and with a strong kick, knocked over the wall.

Li Yu got hit by dusty debris, feeling dazed.

Before he could react, he saw someone leap in, hoisting him onto their back.

As soon as Li Yu was moved, he fainted from the pain.

...

Dawn was breaking, and chaos reigned in the city.

The city gate had already beefed up its defenses.

Soldiers meticulously inspected everyone entering and exiting.

Citizens grumbled and complained, wondering why today's check was so complicated.

Rumor had it that a villain in the city had dared to free prisoners.

Many bemoaned the situation miserably.

A manure-laden ox cart ambled through, and citizens, holding their noses against the stench, quickly made way for it.

"Zhang San, why are you so late today? Shouldn't you have left the city at dawn? Now the smell is unbearable!"

The leading officer, Brother Hu, glared angrily, feeling unlucky.

Holding his nose, he moved away in disgust.

Zhang San hurriedly jumped off the cart.

Bowing and apologizing profusely.

"Mr. Hu, it's not that I didn't want to leave early, but with the soldiers blocking the streets last night, I had to go house to house for my collection before I could leave. That's why I'm late. Please, Mr. Hu, don't be angry. I'm going now, leaving immediately."

Mr. Hu waved his whip in dissatisfaction, "Hurry up, get moving!"

Zhang San hastily led the ox out. Nobody paid attention to the foul-smelling manure cart, and Zhang San soon left the city.

Three miles out, at a fork in the road, someone was waiting there.

There was a hidden compartment under the manure container, and a well-wrapped person was moved to a carriage, which quickly drove away.

Zhang San whistled as he continued his usual work.

...

Li Yu vaguely remembered being carried out, fainting from the pain, but there was always a pungent smell that made him nauseous. Luckily, he recalled being advised that to escape he had to endure it without making any noise.

He nearly passed out from holding on, and when he woke up again, he found himself lying in a clean, bright little room.

The bed was soft and clean, his clothes had been changed, and Li Yu gently got up.

He felt nothing wrong with his body.

Upon lifting his clothes, he was surprised to find all his injuries healed.

He touched his leg, remembering it was broken.

There was no doctor in jail, his leg had even festered.

Li Yu had thought he'd be crippled for life, yet somehow his leg was now fine.

He gingerly stood up, finding he could walk.

At that moment, a maid entered with herbal soup, rushing to him upon seeing him stand.

"Sir, please lie down and rest, and drink this medicine first."

The clumsy maid helped him back to bed, while Li Yu felt his bones going soft.

He waved his hand, "No need, I'll drink while sitting up."

"Where am I? Who rescued me?"

"Li Family Village, you were rescued by our Mr. Jiang!"

Handing him the medicine, "Drink it quickly, Mr. Jiang asked me to watch you drink it."

The maid insisted, ready to force it down his throat if he didn't drink.

Li Yu smiled wryly, tilted his head back, and drank the medicine.

"I'm fine, all my injuries have healed. I'd like to meet your Mr. Jiang!"

Curious, he wondered which Jiang Mr. Jiang could be.

The Jiang family, all eight hundred people, were killed by the sword, save for Jiang Xuemei.

He couldn't recall any Mr. Jiang.

Did any of his mentor's grandsons escape?

His heart rippled with slight excitement.

If a grandson of his mentor survived, their sacrifices weren't in vain.

At least his mentor's legacy lives on.

The maid nodded but ignored him for a full day.

It wasn't that Jiang Xiaoxiao was ignoring Li Yu, but she was busy today.

The Wu family came to collect the remaining snowflake salt, and Lin Dawang led a group to the salt field again.

They had a fixed monthly deal to provide the Wu family with five thousand pounds of snowflake salt, now a major business for them.

In recent days, Li Family Village and Lin Family Village had undergone dramatic transformations.

High walls were built around the villages. With Silver, Jiang Xiaoxiao didn't skimp, constructing solid walls with battlements and watch towers.

Of course, all houses in the village were rebuilt, now made of brick and tile.

Bricks?!

Yes!

The village built two brick kilns, producing red bricks themselves.

Unlike blue bricks, they felt lighter, saving Silver when mixed with sand and cement for building houses.

Production wasn't difficult.

Not only did they manufacture bricks for their own village, but outsiders also inquired about them.

The populations in the two villages were increasing.

All houses followed a unified model, with two-story buildings and brick houses with communal toilets and a unified water supply. Water wells were sufficient in both villages, designed by Jiang Xiaoxiao with new-style mechanical pumps.

Jiang Xiaoxiao wanted to return and transform this place with minimal resources.

The problem was that the energy of number nine was still insufficient.

Jiang Xiaoxiao's Nothing Flower in space had a long cycle, not maturing every few days.

The only energy source for number nine was this Nothing Flower.

Now, Jiang Xiaoxiao had to rely on her strength, needing time to introduce modern technology here.

She could only be self-sufficient, using known methods and looking for skilled artisans to create necessary items.

Thus, the current situation came to be.

Jiang Xiaoxiao regretted her inadequate knowledge of physics and chemistry, only a dabbler. Fortunately, skilled people assisted her.

She sketched simple diagrams, and others grasped them, not entirely her doing.

One shouldn't underestimate the wisdom of the laboring people.

Li Yu lay around half the day, rather bored.

He walked out of the house, surprised to find no guards.

He wandered through the village, amazed by its well-ordered development, equal to a city.

When he reached the training grounds, seeing the orderly, energetic soldiers with unified steps and shouts, he was shocked.

These soldiers were even better than the court soldiers. Clearly, their discipline and obedience surpassed that of the soldiers.

It was evident these trained villagers were quite formidable.

The training seemed simple, yet these individuals were obviously more combat-capable than government soldiers.

Just who was training the villagers here?

And for what purpose were these villagers being trained?