The Amusing Adventures of a Directionally Challenged Dad and Daughter-Chapter 119

Even from afar, Chang'an could hear the agonized cries clearly, and it shocked her.

"Don’t be scared," Old Gu Six comforted her, patting her head.

Chang'an thought of her mother in her past life and her mother in this one—they must have suffered just as much when giving birth to her.

She ​​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌‌​​​​​‌‌​​​‌​​‌‌​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌‌​​​​​​‌‌​‌​‌​​‌‌​​‌​​​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌‌​​​​​‌‌​​​​‌​​‌‌​‌‌​​‌‌​​​‌‌​‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​​​​​‌‌​​‌‌​​​‌‌​‌‌​​‌‌​​​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌​​​‌‌​‌​​​‌‌​​‌​​​​‌‌‌​​​​​‌‌​‌‌‌‍burst into tears.

Then, imagining herself in her mother’s place, she cried even harder.

Good thing she had no plans to marry—this was terrifying.

Old Gu Six fumbled to console her. After she finally calmed down, he drove the mule cart even farther away.

This time, the sounds were faint, barely audible.

They waited from morning until dusk, then until the moon hung high in the sky.

At last, they heard a joyful shout: "It’s born! It’s a little boy!"

The baby’s cries were strong and clear—a healthy child.

The father and daughter rested where they were, deciding not to travel further in the dark.

The group ahead bundled up the newborn, tended briefly to the exhausted mother, and then set off with the ox cart—heading straight toward where Chang'an and Old Gu Six were resting.

They hadn’t blocked the path, leaving just enough room for the cart to pass.

The villagers were surprised to see them still there. They had assumed the two had taken another route.

For some reason, as the cart passed by, the woman called for it to stop.

In a gentle voice, she said, "Sir, my son was born on the road, and we happened to meet you. Would you honor us by giving him a name?"

This was the road back to her remote village, where strangers were rare. Meeting someone today felt like fate.

In the flickering torchlight, the man’s face was shadowed, but his dignified presence was unmistakable.

Old Gu Six glanced at the baby the woman deliberately revealed—wrinkled and far less adorable than his daughter had been at birth.

Chang'an had been plump and fair, with big round eyes staring at him in innocent wonder—utterly heart-melting.

Naming this child was out of the question.

"This child is blessed. His name should come from his father or another elder."

Disappointed, the woman still thanked him. "Forgive the intrusion, sir."

Old Gu Six waved dismissively without another word.

As the cart moved on, one of the villagers finally voiced her confusion.

"Gao Lan'er, why ask a stranger to name our little one?"

"Elder Sister, call it intuition if you will. I just felt that if that man named him, our boy would have a fortunate life."

Gao Lan'er couldn’t explain it herself. Maybe, after risking her life in childbirth, she simply wanted her son to be safe, healthy, and happy.

Her sister clearly didn’t believe it but said no more as they continued in silence.

Seeing the newborn, Chang'an wondered if she had looked the same at birth.

Old Gu Six remarked, "You were worse. So ugly I almost threw you away."

Of course, that wasn’t true. His daughter had been the prettiest, most adorable baby—no comparison.

"If I was ugly, shouldn’t you reflect on yourself? Children inherit from their parents. If the mold is crooked, how can the fruit be perfect?"

Old Gu Six: ...That actually made sense.

They camped by the road overnight and set off early the next morning.

After a month of rough travel, they finally reached the southwestern borderlands.

Bypassing the city, they took to the mountains—they were here to hunt for treasure, after all, and entering town would only draw attention.

Chang'an released the silver wolf into the wild, letting it roam freely to scout the terrain.

She unfolded the map. Great—she couldn’t make sense of it. More confusing than a "deficient" map.

Old Gu Six took a look. Great—he couldn’t tell north from south.

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Their eyes turned to the wolf, now bounding back from the woods. They held the map in front of it, pointing at the mountain marked with a flag.

"Little Silver, finding this mountain is all up to you," Chang'an said, scratching its head with a smile.

The mountain seemed deep in the wilderness—this would take a while.

Instead of following aimlessly, they searched for a temporary base, waiting for the wolf to locate the spot.

Chang'an tossed it two cleaned rabbits and a pheasant. After eating, the wolf grumbled and set off as their scout.

They trailed behind with the mule, scouting for a campsite along the way.

The dense wilderness forced them to clear paths as they went, but game was plentiful.

Days passed without finding a suitable spot, so they climbed higher instead.

From the summit, they discovered a hidden paradise on the other side—a small village nestled in the valley.

Wooden houses with bamboo fences stood spaced apart, ensuring privacy.

Vegetable patches stretched before each home, though the crops were unclear. The harvested rice fields left only stubble behind.

Bamboo groves filled the valley, where children played in the distance.

Old Gu Six led Chang'an away. Staying here was risky—villagers gathering firewood might spot them.

Not that they feared being seen, but it was best to remain unnoticed when treasure hunting.

Following the mountain range inward, they found a cave—perfect. No need for tents; a quick cleanup would make it livable.

"Stay here, daughter. I’ll check inside first."

Chang'an handed him a small flashlight from her past life—a school supply.

Old Gu Six found it far more practical than a luminous pearl—brighter and more useful.

The cave wasn’t large—about ten meters long and six wide—but it was dry, with no signs of recent animal habitation. Its former residents had long since moved out.

To avoid any mishaps, he carefully checked every nook and cranny.

Then, from a crevice in the corner, he pulled out a little snake hibernating there.

The dazed snake seemed to say, "Seriously, what’s your problem?"