Just as Xia'er had said, the entire troupe quickly became busy.
Those carrying things carried things, those sorting equipment sorted equipment. Zhou You, on the other hand, became an outsider, having no idea what he was supposed to do.
"Hey, kid, catch!"
With that shout, something was tossed down at him.
Zhou You looked up and saw only a mocking figure.
He was one of the few people in the entire troupe who disliked Zhou You—though he did not really count as part of the troupe. He was an inheritor Xia'er had hired as a bodyguard, usually arrogant and dismissive of everyone. No one in the troupe liked him either, which was why he found Zhou You, with his easy familiarity, especially irritating.
Zhou You merely smiled, not caring about the man in the slightest. Given his status, a lackey of this level was not even worth getting angry over. Instead, he looked at the thing in his hands.
It was only an empty box, with nothing inside. Yet compared with the other supplies, this one had been cleaned spotless, and a strip of seal had even been carefully pasted around its exterior.
"A tax box... Wait, people still collect taxes these days?"
Just as he muttered to himself, someone patted him on the back.
"Kid Zhou, what are you standing around for? We're about to leave. If you don't hurry up, you'll be left behind to guard the camp with that dimwit."
"Dimwit" was the troupe's private nickname for that guy—of course, nobody dared let him hear it. Zhou You answered, then lifted the huge tax box and squeezed into one of the better-preserved trucks with the others. With a press of the accelerator, they headed in the other direction.
The scenery before them remained the same: desolate,