A rare magical miracle in the world

Chapter 10 - 9 Yatun’s Future_2

Chapter 10: Chapter 9 Yatun's Future_2

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"Stay calm."

"Hold steady, don't be reckless!"

The appearance of the golden finger excited Bailuo immensely, but he quickly suppressed that emotion.

Having arrived in this world twenty years ago, Bailuo was no longer the ordinary person from his previous life. He took a deep breath and regained his usual composure.

"Now, I need to figure out how to get this rice back home."

Bailuo couldn't possibly abandon the 100 kilograms of rice.

Let alone the impoverished people of Yatun, even if they were wealthy, they couldn't buy such fine stuff.

"But right now, it's not very convenient for me, and I also don't have a container."

If he hadn't been injured, Bailuo could have easily shouldered the 200 jin (100 kg) weight and walked ten miles without breaking a sweat or running out of breath.

But now, Bailuo was injured and felt somewhat more eager than able.

So, he planned to return to the village first and have someone bring the grain back.

As for whether to distribute it to the people of Yatun immediately and how to do it, Bailuo planned to consult with his uncle.

"Brother Bailuo~~~"

While Bailuo was contemplating this, Miya, who had left earlier, came running back.

The little girl was very close to Inya, often following behind the young woman and playing with her when she was three or four years old.

Therefore, Miya was also very affectionate toward Bailuo.

"Miya!"

Bailuo smiled and said, "You're just in time. Can you find someone to help me move this pile of stuff back?"

Bailuo's leg was still injured. While his arms were strong enough to carry the weight, walking was too inconvenient.

"What's this, Brother Bailuo?"

Miya noticed the pile of grain next to Bailuo. For an eight or nine-year-old little girl, it wasn't a question of heaviness. It could crush her to death.

Even with the constitution of the people of Yatun, little Miya wouldn't be able to carry it.

How heavy is 100 kilograms?

A barrel of mineral water, the kind used on water dispensers, weighs about 18 kilograms.

So, the rice here is about the equivalent of six barrels of mineral water.

And from this place to the Bai Luo family's home was roughly 1 kilometer. Relying solely on Miya, it was definitely not enough to bring it back.

"This..."

Bailuo didn't know how to explain the rice; Jinzhui Wheat didn't look the same as regular rice.

Moreover, the village's harvest of Jinzhui Wheat was only 50 jin per mu last year and had already been exhausted.

"This is a new kind of grain I've discovered. Get the village kids to help me bring it back, and I'll treat you all to it tonight."

Bailuo asked the village children for help because their minds were simple.

If they ate the rice, they would simply think it was a kind of new food and wouldn't overthink it.

Bailuo wasn't wary of the people of Yatun; he just didn't know how to explain it to them.

His uncle was a wise and experienced man, so for the specifics, it was best to wait for his return and ask the old man's opinion before making a decision.

Bailuo was past the age of impulsiveness.

During an earlier adventure, because he couldn't contain himself, he killed an overly duplicitous merchant, leading to him and his senior female disciple fleeing for several days.

Since then, Bailuo tried to think things through before taking action.

Of course, this was provided that his bottom line wasn't crossed.

If pushed beyond his limits, Bailuo would still choose to kill.

"No need, no need, I'll go find Abadun and my brother right now."

Where would Miya accept this food? She was more than willing to help Bailuo.

After all, it was Bailuo who had taken care of her and her brother over the years.

"Alright then, go ahead."

Bailuo didn't insist. He patted the girl's head and watched her leave.

Soon enough, Miya brought back a boy and her brother Shuster as well.

"Moving stuff again..."

Hearing about another task of moving things, Shuster's face turned pale; he was frail and not up to the task.

"Ha ha, we're just moving stuff, Shuster, what are you afraid of?"

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Abadun was ten years old this year, and although he was the same age as Shuster, he was remarkably robust and had become the king of the children in the village.

Of course, Abadun was not a chubster.

He was honest and careful in his actions, and for someone so young, even the old uncle praised him, saying he had the demeanor of a great general.

"Brother Bai Luo, is this it?"

"What is this?"

As Abadun asked, he began filling a cloth bag with the rice on the ground, "Shuster and Miya, can you help me pick up the small ones that fell? We need to collect them all."

The people of Yatun were very poor, so they valued food extremely, not willing to let go of even a single grain of rice.

Abadun did not know what rice was, but it looked a lot like Jinzhui Wheat, so he guessed it must also be food.

Since it was food, it should not be wasted; such was the good character of the people of Yatun.

"Don't worry."

Abadun said to Shuster with a smile, "I alone am enough for this task."

Abadun knew Shuster was not well, as he would be the one to carry him back every time the latter fainted.

Though only ten years old and a fellow Yatun, Abadun's strength was far greater than that of an average adult, which spoke to his exceptional constitution.

In another five or six years, when Abadun had fully grown, he would certainly become one of the great generals under Bai Luo.

"Miya, do the same, put it all into one bag."

Abadun was immensely strong and took on the task of carrying the rice back all by himself.

"I also brought a bag."

"Give that one to me."

While Bailuo might have been injured, he was not one to be fussy, however, Abadun insisted, "Brother Bai Luo, you're injured; let us handle these things."

Like the siblings Shuster and Miya, Abadun was also an orphan, surviving only with the care of Bai Luo and the community.

He wanted to repay their kindness, but Bai Luo was strong and Abadun was still too young to be of much help.

So, even if it was a mere trifle, the boy wanted to contribute more.

"Hey, it's quite heavy."

A hundred kilograms of goods, even if packed in hemp bags, filled three whole bags.

Abadun, his expression unwavering, shouldered them all, moving with a vigorous stride that was full of vigor and might.

'The little rascal from before has grown up, huh.'

Bai Luo, observing his brisk forward march, felt as though he was seeing his former self: 'I remember at that time, the old uncle also trained me in the same way.'

Looking at Shuster, the boy was gazing at Abadun's figure with clear envy in his eyes.

The bloodline of the people of Yatun was far superior to ordinary people.

When Bai Luo first arrived in this world, he thought the average level of the people of this world was like this.

It was not until he ventured out that he experienced the thrill of overwhelming others.

The people of Yatun were strong, natural-born warriors.

If it were not for poverty, a low population, and lacking connections to obtain weapons and equipment, they would not have been in such dire straits.

Of course, the most critical issue was still the harsh demands and persecution by the nobles of the Iron Eagle Kingdom.

Bai Luo was unaware of the history of the Yatun people until the old uncle informed him, and only then did he finally understand why.

'Count Thorn, Iron Eagle Kingdom, Iron Eagle King...'

Bai Luo suppressed his inner thoughts and took the lead, walking at the forefront, taking Shuster and little Miya along, heading toward the village.

Soon, the four of them arrived at the Bai Luo family home.

Abadun placed the bag of rice inside the Bai Luo home and then, together with Miya, carefully assisted the injured Bai Luo to sit down inside the house.

Afterward, the three children found some more hemp bags, filled the rice in batches, tied them up, and stored all except for one small bag in the Bai Luo family's underground storeroom.

"Next time there's an errand to run, you have to call me too, Brother Bai Luo."

When the work was done, Abadun was not the least bit tired; on the contrary, he was brimming with eagerness, as if he would happily work another three days and nights.

"Me too, me too."

Little Miya raised her hands joyfully, and there was Shuster, the shy boy who mustered his courage, "If it's not too heavy, I can help too."

In today's Yatun, the population was largely made up of children, with Abadun being their representative.

They were a generation eager to grow up quickly so they could contribute to defending their village and loved ones.

They were the future of the Yatun people...