: Fear of being close to home

Author: Feng Si Niang

: Fear of being close to home

"Golden flower, in fact, silverware can also be restored to its luster. You can soak it in vinegar or brush it with toothpaste. This is what my mother taught me. I hope that when you see your shiny and brand-new jewelry

, it will remind you that your mother must be protecting you..." Du Heng said to Jin Hua gently.

Look, look, she is exuding her charm that has nowhere to be placed...

Xue Feibai thought too far again. If she were to change places and she was herself, planning for her brother's great cause, I'm afraid it would be accomplished within a few years, right?...

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Du Heng's foot injury finally healed when she entered Sichuan. She also upgraded the mounts for the three of them: they changed from the original single riders to carriages. She and Xue Feibai took turns driving, so that they could ride day and night.

On the road, he changed horses every time he arrived at a post station.

After this, although they were traveling very quickly, their bones were almost broken apart. Jinhua was eager to go home, gritting her teeth and not complaining about being tired, and even took the initiative to help Du Heng squeeze his legs and shoulders to relax his muscles.

;

However, Jinhua is also quite "understanding" at times, and from time to time she would give words of advice to Du Heng who was determined to go on his way, such as:

"Young Master, I think Mr. Xue's face is not very good. Perhaps he has lived too much wealth and is not used to the fatigue. His skin is rough and thick, and your immortal will is not what ordinary people can match. For Mr. Xue, you are not as good as us.

Let’s take a rest?”

Also: "Master, are you tired of driving? Why don't you teach Jinhua how to drive a carriage, so that you can take the wheel for the master~" Then he had to let Du Heng hold her in his arms and teach her like he was learning to ride a horse.

Then there are the double standards that Du Heng always turns a blind eye to:

Jinhua always prepares food carefully where she can. She can make flowers from dry food and freshly bought food; for example, dry and hard flatbreads are wrapped with fresh green onions and cucumbers, and half of them are tender after the meal.

The radish and white rice sold at the inn can also be skillfully made into fruit rice balls... When it comes to him, it is a mess of "ingredients".

It wouldn't be wrong to say that she abused herself, because she prepared the same "ingredients" for herself; until later, when Du Heng couldn't stand what Jinhua was eating and would drag her to eat with her no matter what, in

Xue Feibai, who was driving outside to drink from the northwest wind, realized that Jin Hua was too scheming.

Xue Feibai felt deeply that the days he lived every day in the capital actually reappeared on the carriage heading south!

Xue Feibai finally couldn't stand it anymore. After Jinhua and Du Heng finally learned how to drive, Xue Feibai directly suggested that the three of them simply take turns driving. Du Heng looked at him with a look of condemnation, as if

I was wondering how he had the nerve to make such an inhumane suggestion.

Xue Feibai was really going to curse her like crazy:

When you are driving, someone sits next to you to protect you from the wind and rub your legs; when you go in to rest, the tea, water, and meals are prepared and waiting for you to enjoy. If you are bored, there is someone to chat with you. Don't you always

Haven't you noticed what kind of life I'm living, Master?

"Young Master...it doesn't matter to me. Mr. Xue is right. The reason why we are traveling is to get to the destination quickly. I will just catch the bus too. It doesn't matter..."

Xue Feibai's silver teeth were about to break when he heard this. He couldn't believe that Du Heng couldn't even understand such a poor inner talk!

Of course Du Heng could hear it, but she also enjoyed it very happily. It was so satisfying to be blatantly favored by others. No wonder men were so praised by the women in the backyard.

In the end, Xue Feibai did not rotate among the three of them as he wished, so Du Heng thought of a compromise. They would alternate travel by water and land, so that they would not be so tired. Unfortunately, on the day before New Year's Eve, they finally arrived in Pu'er, and Mengla was already there.

Close at hand.

Jinhua's girl's tea talk became more and more serious. Xue Feibai wanted to have a fit several times, but was blocked by Du Heng. Because Du Heng felt that it was probably because of "fear of being close to home", Jinhua's

I have become increasingly anxious over the past few days.

This emotion was the strongest when they first entered Yunnan, and Du Heng felt it keenly and promised Jinhua: they would not leave her alone until they helped her return to Mengla, and then they would not get up and go to Chuncheng to "handle the case".

”, then she calmed down a lot.

Ever since they went all the way south and entered the boundary between the two lakes, they wore less and less clothes. By the time they arrived in Pu'er, the climate was already quite comfortable, not cold, not hot, not humid, not stuffy, and it was infinitely better than the capital city.

Jinhua explained that it was because the two months of winter were the most comfortable time for them. She said that the rainy season started before summer started for them and would last for five to six months, with heavy rains that never stopped.

No, the month before and after the rainy season was extremely hot and muggy.

Sure enough, the atmosphere of the New Year is really strong. After entering the twelfth lunar month, they can feel the overflowing joy all the way. When they are on the road, they will see people driving pigs, carrying large and small bags of New Year's goods, happily heading home.

The places we passed were endless, and many of the customs were different. Some were carrying sugar cane, some were hugging a huge pine tree crown, and others were happily discussing what flowers to pick from.

Jinhua explained that Caihua Mountain is a kind of festival, just like the Shangyuan Festival celebrated by the Central Plains people on the fifteenth day of the first lunar month. Men, women, old and young enjoy it together; the pine trees are cut down for pine needles at home, and the sugar cane is used for roofing the door.

.It’s just a custom to welcome the New Year.

When they passed through some small towns and county towns, the number of pedestrians decreased significantly, and they were all in a hurry; when night fell, there was not a ghost on the official road, and there was no trace of a festive atmosphere.

Both Xue Feibai and Du Heng were very puzzled as to why these small places were so weird. Later, Jinhua explained that there were always many bandits in poor places like Yunnan, who robbed people of money and people, and everyone was used to the existence of bandits since ancient times.

The large-scale suppression of bandits by the imperial court many years ago actually allowed the people of southwest China to remain stable for decades, and in recent years there has been some revival.

But the strange thing is that in the past two months, it has been like poking into a bandit's nest. Bandits committing crimes have become more and more rampant in small places. The closer the New Year is, the more sad it is.

Well, it's the end of the year and the bandits also have to celebrate the New Year. They all want to make a fortune in official circles.

It’s just that Du Heng and Xue Feibai knew something about the situation:

The banditry in Yunnan has already begun to spread like wildfire, and it is inseparable from the work of the third prince Zhou Pan. However, he is only the fuse. In the final analysis, it lies with the eighth prince.

The governor of Yunnan came here just for the tea horse road that opened up the southwest trade.
Chapter completed!