Two days later, Gao Chuwu and Zheng Daniu were already driving the solar-powered cart like seasoned veterans.
Speed up? Smooth.
Slow down? Easy.
Sharp turn? Child's play.
They had even figured out a pile of "advanced techniques," which, given their combined IQ, was honestly a miracle on the level of divine intervention.
For example:
When the road gets bumpy, slow down, or the cart will bounce you into next week.
If there's a ditch in the ground, don't charge in like a headless boar—unless you enjoy getting stuck and paying laborers in snacks to dig you out again.
But if the ditch is narrow—less than one-third the width of the wheel—just run it over.
And when the pit is too big? Stop being stubborn. Park the cart, fill the hole with rocks and dirt, then move on like a civilized human being.
But the most important rule of all:
You must have light. No light = no go.
Dao Xuan Tianzun watched from above as the two idiots demonstrated surprising competence. Since they were ready, it was time to test something important:
Can the little people drive something out of the scenery box?
He had already tested countless times:
If he pushed something out — no effect.
If he remote-controlled something — it crashed into the invisible boundary.
But if they were the ones driving?
Maybe… just maybe…
Dao Xuan Tianzun gave the order:
"Yiye! Hey, Yiye! Go tell Chuwu and Daniu to drive the cart along the main road, three li out, then come back."
Gao Chuwu and Zheng Daniu did not question anything. They never did. Orders were orders.
Gao Chuwu grabbed the steering plow and shouted,
"Let's go! Three li straight ahead!"
Zheng Daniu yanked open the sunshade.
"Open!"
The sunlight hit the panel and the solar cart sprang to life.
They rolled onto the main road like a pair of overexcited bulls.
Dust flew. The road was smoother than the fields, and soon they reached the invisible wall of the box.
Dao Xuan Tianzun stared intently at the glass boundary…
When he controlled machines, they always hit the wall and stopped.
But this time—
The cart passed through the wall like it wasn't even there and vanished from sight.
Dao Xuan Tianzun lit up like a scientist whose experiment finally worked.
"It works! I knew it! Things I operate don't count. I have to build machines the little ones can control themselves!"
Moments later, the cart reappeared on the other side of the wall and returned to the village.
The two idiots were laughing and cheering on the cart:
"We've fulfilled Dao Xuan Tianzun's command!"
Dao Xuan Tianzun continued:
"Yiye! Hey, Yiye! Tell those two idiots to expand their range next. First task: guarantee travel between Gaojia Village and Baijia Fort."
Gao Chuwu and Zheng Daniu looked up at the sky.
Clear skies. Blazing sun. Perfect.
They bowed toward the heavens.
"We'll head to Baijia Fort at once!"
Dao Xuan Tianzun, fully embracing his caretaker tendencies, added:
"Take food to Baiyuan while you're at it—rice, flour, salt, sugar. All of it."
The two idiots immediately loaded hundreds of catties onto the cart… blocking about 10% of the solar panel.
Dao Xuan Tianzun winced.
This thing was designed as a toy, not a cargo truck. It wasn't meant to carry tons of food. He'd need Cai Xinzi to upscale and remodel the next one—panel on top, storage underneath.
That meant one thing:
Time to shop.
He hopped online and messaged the shop owner:
"I need more solar carts. Got smaller ones? Bigger ones?"
The shop owner practically drooled:
"Boss! Smaller ones no, bigger ones yes! I've got 5 cm and 14 cm sizes!"
Dao Xuan Tianzun calculated:
5 cm → 10 meters inside the world = basically a bus
14 cm → 28 meters → huge cargo truck
Perfect.
"Give me three 14s, ten 5s, and thirty 3s. All must be tested before shipping."
The shop owner exploded with joy.
"Guaranteed, boss! Quality checked!"
While Dao Xuan Tianzun placed his massive order, Gao Chuwu and Zheng Daniu had already loaded the food and headed toward Baijia Fort—over 30 li away.
On foot, it took two hours.
With the "immortal cart"?
Piece of cake.
Zheng Daniu asked,
"Chuwu, do you remember the way?"
"Of course! I may be dumb, but I can remember a road!"
"Full speed!"
"Sunshade open!"
The cart shot forward like a desert rocket.
Meanwhile, in the mountain forest…
Inspector Cheng Xu had just locked onto a group of rebel soldiers.
A few days earlier, he tracked Wang Er north into the forest, found their cave hideout… but only found corpses—the villagers Wang Er had killed during his previous rebellion.
The new Donglin magistrate was arriving soon. If he didn't clean up the chaos now, he'd be dead.
So Cheng Xu came up with a brilliant, shameless idea:
Pick a dead villager, chop off the head, smear it with mud and blood, and claim it was Wang Er.
Shockingly… it worked.
News spread that Wang Er was executed.
Rebels panicked and scattered.
Many threw down weapons and ran home to dig tree roots for food.
Now the chaos was easy to clean.
Only a few stray rebel bands remained.
The one he was watching now was led by a wannabe warlord called "Little Overlord"—an overused nickname for someone utterly unimpressive. He had fewer than two hundred men, barely a threat.
Cheng Xu and a hundred soldiers hid in the roadside forest, waiting to ambush them.
"When they get close," Cheng Xu whispered, "we charge straight for the leader. Chop off Little Overlord's dog head."
"Yes, sir!"
Cheng Xu focused on Little Overlord…
And failed to notice that, far down the road, something strange was approaching.
A giant cart.
Racing toward them at nearly eighty kilometers per hour.
Straight. At. Them.
What in the world was THAT thing?