Dimensional Supermarket - Chapter 23

“You make a mistake.” Cao’er stops weaving the grasshopper and leans over to instruct Sarah. “You need to pass the grass through this side.”

But Sarah can’t get it through. Cao’er anxiously says, “Oh! Wrong again!”

Sarah hands her semi-finished project to Cao’er. “Help me get it through.”

Cao’er takes it, sighing, “Hey, watch carefully. It should be like this.” As she continues weaving, Cao’er asks, “Are your parents not good to you?”

Sarah replies, “I only have a mother. No father.”

Cao’er quickly apologizes, “I didn’t mean to…”

Sarah waves her hand dismissively. “It’s nothing. Anyway, I have a mother, which is the same as not having one.”

Cao’er: “…”

She now feels sorry for Sarah. Her mother is a widow, and even then, doesn’t treat her well. It seems even demon families have their share of troubles.

“You still have brothers,” Cao’er tries to comfort her. “Even if they’re not good to you now, if you treat them well, they’ll eventually be good to you.”

Sarah watches Cao’er’s hands carefully as she works and replies indifferently, “One day, I’ll kill them all.”

Cao’er freezes, her hand trembling as the grasshopper she’s weaving falls to the ground. She looks at Sarah in horror. “You—what—”

Sarah responds casually, “There’s only one mother, and there’s only so much property. If they’re not good to me, how else can I get the property except by killing them all?”

Cao’er: “…”

Sarah adds, “Have you finished weaving? Is it done now? You’re really good.”

Though it is made from straw, the grasshopper can still jump when placed on the ground and pressed by its tail. Even if it can only jump once, it’s quite impressive in Sarah’s eyes.

Cao’er: “…No, you’re more amazing.”

“They once push me into sewage,” Sarah continues, looking at the grasshopper. “They cut off my arms and legs, threw me into the basement, and pulled out my internal organs. They treated me like that, so why should I be nice to them?”

Cao’er is so frightened she panics. “W-why would they do that to you?!”

Sarah’s expression remains mostly unchanged as she replies calmly, “Because I was the weakest. They thought I was the shame of the family, a defective product that should be eliminated. They think if they kill me, the family will become stronger. What do you think?”

At midnight, the six horses appear again along with a burst of light. The reddish-brown horse is strong and well-fed, with a majestic bearing. They look completely different from the horses Lin You’s group rode before—those horses weren’t this tall or sturdy, nor did they have such sleek coats.

Even though Ye Zhou doesn’t know how to ride, horses seem to naturally exude a kind of power and beauty that moves him.

Ye Zhou gently strokes the tuft of hair on one horse’s head. If he could ride, he would gallop through the fields with it.

Unfortunately, he never had time to learn horseback riding during his school days.

And the system has been considerate—besides sending the horses, it has already attached horseshoes and saddles, ready for someone to mount and gallop across the terrain.

“I want to learn to ride a horse!” Ye Zhou says to Zou Ming excitedly. He asks, “Can you ride a horse?”

Zou Ming: “Yes.”

Ye Zhou asks, “Did you learn when you were on your previous job?”

Zou Ming nods, “Many planes only have donkeys, horses, and cows for transportation. Some planes don’t even have mules.”

Ye Zhou imagines Zou Ming riding a donkey. Well… better stick to a horse.

“By the way… can Wu Yan and his friends ride horses?” Ye Zhou suddenly wonders aloud.

Zou Ming doesn’t seem to care, “Even if they can’t ride, they can still lead the horses.”

To transport water and food, Ye Zhou also buys a wooden carriage that can be pulled by horses. The wheels are airbag-type, much larger than regular tires, allowing them to travel across various terrains without worrying about punctures. It can even disperse the weight of the load.

It is clearly marked that large trucks use this kind of tire, and it poses no danger to people even if it runs over them.

At first, Ye Zhou thinks it is a product from a future world, but when he sees its age, he realizes the tires are older than him.

The carriage is filled with food and water, not only for the people but also for the horses.

Ye Zhou hopes the others treat the horses well. It would be a real shame if such fine horses were mistreated.

What Ye Zhou doesn’t expect is that, besides Wu Yan and his companions, Cao’er and Sarah will also be accompanying them on this “delivery” trip.

If Cao’er were the only woman, Ye Zhou wouldn’t allow her to travel with a group of men. This is a very practical concern. Even if he thinks Wu Yan and his companions are good people, he can’t overlook Cao’er’s safety if something about it makes him uneasy.

However, once he finds out that Sarah is going too, Ye Zhou agrees. Since Sarah is willing to go, Ye Zhou trusts that she has enough confidence, even if he has never seen her fight before.

Young people can be impulsive, but adults are always more cautious.

“Since you’re going with them, why don’t you learn to ride a horse as well?” Ye Zhou says, gently touching the horse’s head. “It’s an important skill.”

Because Cao’er is standing nearby, Ye Zhou lowers his voice when speaking to Zou Ming.

Sarah: “I can ride a horse.”

Cao’er says shyly, “I can ride a cow.”

No way a cowherd wouldn’t know how to ride a cow.

Ye Zhou: “…”

It seems like he’s the only one who doesn’t know anything.

Cao’er glances at Ye Zhou, stroking the horse, and thinks that perhaps The Lord Immortal even pities the horses. Maybe for these horses, following those people is actually a good fate. The horses could even achieve greatness in their own right!

Cao’er never imagines she’d be forced into Wu Yan’s group by her mother—she’s scared and doesn’t want to go out, but she’s used to obeying her mother, and doesn’t dare argue or say she won’t go.

Thus, Cao’er reluctantly chooses a weapon after much thought, finally settling on a repeating crossbow.

It isn’t that she has a particular affinity for fighting; after all, she hasn’t shot down many birds with a slingshot as a child. But with a crossbow, she won’t have to engage in close combat.

Cao’er can’t understand her mother’s good intentions—she just feels her mother thinks she’s useless.

Fortunately, she has Sarah, who is willing to accompany her.

Cao’er holds Sarah’s hand tightly and whispers, “Sister, I’m scared.”

Sarah comforts her, patting the back of her hand. “Don’t be afraid. I’ll protect you. If anyone dares to touch you, I’ll kill their whole family.”

Cao’er: “…”

Now she’s even more scared.

Sarah finds a certain joy in playing the older sister. Even if Cao’er says she wants to reach the moon, Sarah would respond, “Sister will help you.”

If not for the contract binding her, Sarah would’ve bitten her already.

Then she wouldn’t be a sister—she’d be a mother, no pain involved.