Traveling through ancient times: daily life on the run

Chapter 425: Fate Comes to Save Life

When Luo Yu was eating her third bowl of wontons, the scholar next to her became impatient and asked her, "Miss, do you have to eat so many bowls in one meal?"

Luo Yu raised his eyes and said without hesitation: "I am so strong, and I only eat this much a day. I just ran several miles, so I am really hungry."

Among this group of scholars, some were holding her flag, some were holding signs with the rules of the game written on them, and some were holding table legs and stool legs, surrounding Qin Luoqie tightly.

Seeing them staring at her while she ate, Luo Yu couldn't bear it and said, "If you're hungry after watching me, would you like a bowl of wontons? I'll treat you."

"I'm not hungry. Eat quickly and then write quickly after eating."

"Okay, okay, I know."

Luo Yu only felt half full after finishing her third bowl. At her current physique, she would probably have spent all the money she earned before leaving Tanzhou City.

Just as she was being forced by a group of people to write 600 Arabic numerals, she heard a familiar voice calling her.

"Su Xiaoxiao!"

Everyone turned around and saw a handsome young man with extraordinary bearing standing outside the crowd, his eyes fixed on the cartoon figure and crooked Arabic numerals on the flag.

"Master Murong?"

Luo Yu couldn't believe that Tanzhou City was so big, and he could meet him again by such a coincidence. It was indeed the unfinished fate of the previous life.

When everyone saw that it was the young master of the Murong family, they all made way for him.

Master Murong walked over and asked her, "What are you doing here? Did you create this Arabic numeral game?"

Luo Yu pretended to be innocent and nodded, "Yes, I heard about this way of making money. It doesn't cost anything."

One person angrily said: "She is a female liar."

"Liar, liar! Master Murong, you have to make the decision for us scholars."

Murong Huaijin was very curious and asked them, "What did she lie to you about? All I saw was a group of grown men chasing after a girl, shouting and yelling, bullying the weak with their numbers. Are you still considered scholars?"

Everyone suddenly fell silent.

Luo Yu quickly pretended to be weak and said aggrievedly: "I didn't steal or rob. I was just running a small business. They were not as skilled as me. After losing, they refused to admit defeat and insisted on accusing me of cheating them out of their money."

"Then if you have the ability, write it yourself."

"Yes, if nothing goes wrong, even if we are not as skilled as you, we will not embarrass you anymore."

Luo Yu was even more aggrieved and said, "I didn't say I wouldn't write it, but you guys destroyed my stall. My business has been affected. How can I continue to do business in the future?"

Master Murong looked at the broken table and stool legs in the hands of the others, and then saw the tattered hem of Luo Yu's skirt that was deliberately exposed. He couldn't help but ask, "What kind of number game is this?"

Luo Yu blinked and smiled awkwardly, saying, "Just write 600 Arabic numerals within a limited time. If you do it well, I'll pay you 100 coins. If you don't, I'll pay you 30 coins."

The scholar next to him said, "It's impossible to complete. No one has written it yet."

Luo Yu stuck out his tongue at him and said, "That's just because you're not good enough. If you were to take the imperial examination, wouldn't you also be forbidden from making a single mistake?"

"You, you are using strong words to make sense."

Murong always felt that the rules of the game, regardless of whether they were weird or not, inexplicably felt a sense of familiarity, as if this approach was very similar to the style of someone he knew.

"How about I give it a try?"

When Young Master Murong said he wanted to give it a try, it immediately caused a huge sensation. Most of the people who had come to watch the fun had almost left, but when they heard that Young Master Murong was coming to challenge, many people came again, making it very lively.

Luo Yu forced a smile on her face. If Master Murong also failed, she would have no choice but to wait to be skinned alive.

If she tried it herself, maybe she could have gotten away with it by saying she wasn't as skilled as the other person.

Murong saw through her thoughts and took out a ten-liang silver ingot and placed it on the table, saying, "If I lose, these ten liang of silver will be given to you, young lady."

Luo Yu's eyes suddenly lit up, and he said bluntly: "If you win, it will only be a hundred coins!"

"Of course it's no problem."

The owner of the wonton shop originally thought that too many people were affecting his business, but he didn't want people passing by to squeeze in to watch the fun, and felt that it disturbed the owner's business. Some people felt embarrassed and just ordered a bowl of wontons to eat while watching the fun.

Luo Yu had the tables and chairs moved outside the spacious house so that they would not disturb the business of the store.

Afterwards, Luo Yu asked someone to help buy paper and pen. The previous paper and pen had been damaged, which resulted in a considerable loss.

Master Murong sat across from her, watching her methodically arrange the people who had just chased her. He smiled and said, "Young lady, you are truly kind and generous, not nitpicking with others."

Luo Yu pounded the table with his chubby hands, saying with a forced smile, "Of course, I'll give these villains a slap in the face later."

Murong smiled. Su Xiaoxiao's words were very interesting. He felt like he had heard them somewhere before. Anyway, listening to her speak made him feel much better.

"Miss Su, I'm just asking, where did you learn about this Arabic numeral game?"

"An old man said he had been to a northern city and saw people using these symbols, so-called Arabic numerals, to replace Chinese characters. He thought it was convenient and useful, so he learned it and came back. It just so happened that he had a connection with me, so he taught it to me."

"Oh, the little figure on your flag is also very interesting. Do you like painting?"

"Well, I heard someone recommend this comic strip called Wutianzhuan. I was lucky enough to see someone else's imitation of it, so I learned how to draw these characters."

Her answer was very fluent, without any loopholes. Master Murong smiled suddenly, thinking that he had really thought too much.

Luo Yu thought to himself that it seemed that the news of her death in the capital had not yet reached Tanzhou, which was why Master Murong was so calm.

Thinking of this, she felt a little confused. Whether she was dead or not, shouldn't Master Murong be calm? Was she being too self-indulgent?

But she was sure that if the news of Luo Yu's death reached Murong's ears, he would definitely find Su Xiaoxiao again, so even if she hid today, she would have to find a way to escape from Tanzhou tomorrow.

The world is so big, is Qin Luoluo afraid of starving to death with her own skills?

But she didn't want to have anything to do with the people she had met before. She needed freedom, real freedom.

She was in a trance and had not noticed that the pen, ink, paper and inkstone were all ready. Murong called her softly and she came back to her senses. She then took out a stick of incense from her cloth bag, lit it, and inserted the incense into the gap of the table beside her. The game officially began.