Through the courtyard, I became a big villain

Zhang Zhaodi mustered the last bit of strength and put the snakeskin bag in the trunk.

The driver didn't mean to help, and she was happy to do so.

After Zhang Zhaodi got into the car, she almost slumped on the back seat, mechanically watching the taxi drive into the darkness.

But just after driving not far away, another ray of light was seen head-on. The two drivers flashed the light alternately and then the two cars passed by.

It is unusual for a taxi to appear in such a remote place, but it is even more bizarre to have two drivers who seem to know each other.

At this moment, Zhang Zhaodi was so exhausted that he didn't even intend to discover such an abnormality.

If she struggled a little and looked out the window, she would find that there was only one small road besides the dirt pier, and two taxis were just cruising in two directions of the road before.

It seemed that no matter how Zhang Zhaodi walked, he would hit one of them.

The taxi turned around and turned to nowhere. After more than 20 minutes, it stopped at a place with a dim "Su" lantern, which even gave people a sense of the last century.

"It's too old."

Zhang Zhaodi frowned and stretched his neck to look at the driver.

"drop...."

"puff..."

Just as Zhang Zhaodi took off her snakeskin bag, the driver drove away like a scorching butt.

Zhang Zhaodi looked around, but there were a few families, but they seemed to be normal people, and the lights were still on in this tentatively called hotel with lanterns hanging on them.

Zhang Zhaodi patted the wooden gate.

"coming!"

The voice inside seemed to be not too old, and full of spirit.

"Big sister, come to stay so late, I'm going to sleep."

It was a bearded elder brother who opened the door, and there was enthusiasm in his tone.

Zhang Zhaodi's inner anxiety eased a little.

"You still carry such a big bag, let me help you."

The elder brother stretched out his hand to help Zhang Zhaodi.

"Don't! No!"

Zhang Zhaodi screamed immediately.

The eldest brother even scratched his head a little honestly. He seemed to "do not understand" why Zhang Zhaodi had such a big reaction.

"What's wrong, girl, okay, you can carry it yourself."

The eldest brother took a step back in compromise.

"My man said that people outside can't be trusted. Don't trust anyone until I see him."

Zhang Zhaodi once again moved out of the almighty pretending to be a countryman.

Because it is normal for country people to have such a sense of defense, and almost no one would suspect that there will be 50 yuan in the tattered snakeskin pocket that country people carry.

"Oh."

The elder brother let out an oh, which seemed to be meaningful.

"Okay, you're tired too, I'll give you a room first, go to bed early, your forehead is covered with sweat."

"This room, this room also has a shower."

The elder brother slowly led the way to a room.

"Brother, all my money was stolen by unscrupulous drivers. I basically have no money in my pocket. I still have less than two yuan from the mainland."

"It's okay. Let's talk tomorrow morning. It's too late now. You can stay here first. You don't need money."

The elder brother smiled very honestly.

The strong back actually gave Zhang Zhaodi a sense of peace of mind.

"Brother is such a good man, he doesn't even want my money."

He also speaks Mandarin, so he must be from the Mainland. Maybe I can...

Take him in as a bodyguard.

Of course Zhang Zhaodi would not treat such a rough guy, but the sense of security he gave was real, so she suddenly had such an idea.

Zhang Zhaodi only stuffed money under the bed when he went out, and the rest of him slept in snakeskin bags, even though they were already covered with mud.

But would anyone despise dirty money?

Especially 50.

So Zhang Zhaodi simply didn't even have a bath, and waited until tomorrow morning to see if he could enter the city. I heard that Huifeng and Hengsheng here can support currency exchange. You can officially live the life of a rich wife.

Zhang Zhaodi was so tired that she soon fell asleep with many fantasies.

And her last thought before falling asleep was: "This small hotel looks inconspicuous, but the aroma smells pretty good."

......

When she woke up again, Zhang Zhaodi's mentality was different.

From the inside out, the whole person exudes the temperament of Lao Tzu being a rich woman.

After waking up, Zhang Zhaodi actually touched the snakeskin pocket beside her, and found that it was still there.

"Everything is fine, no problems."

Zhang Zhaodi muttered to herself.

Then she carried the snakeskin bag into the bathroom.

Wipe the dirt off the snakeskin pocket with a hotel towel.

"Last night, I guess I didn't sleep honestly. I feel that the soil has lost a lot."

Zhang Zhaodi was thinking while wiping.

After wiping the straps clean, Zhang Zhaodi cleaned herself carefully again, and she threw the ugly turban she had been wearing all the way into the trash can.

"That's how she looks like a rich woman."

Looking at her own image in the mirror, Zhang Zhaodi was somewhat satisfied. "With her own good looks" coupled with the temperament of a rich woman, isn't a brand-new Hong Kong city celebrity gradually rising?

Zhang Zhaodi was smug for a while, and then she was ready to go out with a snakeskin bag. Even if it was more tiring, she didn't want to carry it anymore. She pretended to be a countryman all the way, but in fact, she hated countrymen deeply in her heart.

The countryman and I are obviously two kinds of creatures.

When preparing to close the door, Zhang Zhaodi sniffed her nose.

Last night, the aromatherapy that smelled good seems to be astigmatized. I will go to the first floor and ask the boss what brand it is.

No, that's not the boss, that's my future bodyguard.

Zhang Zhaodi's whole person and thoughts are in a "I'm floating" temperament.

How much money can he make from opening a small hotel in a remote area?

Zhang Zhaodi suddenly thought of something, stretched out his hand to untie the snakeskin pocket, and took out two ten-yuan bills from inside.

"Boss, check out."

Zhang Zhaodi struggled to drag the 100-jin snakeskin bag downstairs.

shouted.

"Strange, why is there no one?"

There was no one on the counter, and there seemed to be a kitchen behind. Zhang Zhaodi opened the curtain and took a look.

There is a thin layer of dust on the tableware and kitchen utensils.

"It's really messy, it's full of dirt and doesn't clean up."

Looking at this dirty scene, Zhang Zhaodi even felt a little ashamed to say that she lived in such a place for one night.

Forget it, it's pretty good, this kind of life experience of the lower class, but every day is less and less...

Zhang Zhaodi comforted herself.

I also thought about asking him what brand of aromatherapy it is.

Zhang Zhaodi walked into the counter, took out one of the ten yuan bills, and put it under the abacus.

My bodyguard said that I don't need money, but I am a rich wife who is short of money?

If it weren't for the 100-jin snakeskin pocket hanging down, Zhang Zhaodi would basically be floating.