Fortunately, the sun is not bad today, there is not too much yellow mud on the pipes, and the road surface is dry, so the carriage is not slow at all.
More than three hundred carriages were lined up in a row, stretching out for more than a mile. Each carriage was loaded with bags of grain and grass, covered with oilcloth and thick hemp ropes. Make deep marks on it.
Two people driving one of the carriages whispered to each other.
"Brother, where are we going? Are you looking in the wrong direction?" the younger coachman asked while pulling on the reins to control the direction of the carriage.
"This is the direction to Sili." The older coachman on the side said with half-squinted eyes and leaning forward.
The young coachman nodded and said: "Yes, I just found that this is not the right way. Brother, didn't I hear that we were going to Shangjun? Why did it change to Sili?"
The old coachman smiled and said in a hoarse voice: "How do I know this? What kind of big shot do you think I am?"
"I'm not just asking because I've traveled all over the country and gained a lot of experience." The young coachman also laughed twice, turned his head and looked back and forth, and then said, "There are so many cars, tsk tsk, if they are all installed, It’s food, I’m afraid it costs several thousand dan, right?”
"A few thousand stones?" The old coachman sneered, obviously not agreeing with the young man's vision, "At least tens of thousands of stones!"
In fact, the old coachman was not right. The total cost of this trip was 45,000 dan.
Cui Hou followed Fei Qian and looked at the long motorcade, feeling a little happy and a little worried. He couldn't help but worry about gains and losses. There were so many carriages and horses, and so much food and grass, but there were only 800 guards, and half of them were still there. As a new recruit, safety is indeed an issue.
Fortunately, the express train from Anyi to Shaanxi and Tianjin can arrive on the same day. Even at the current speed of the train, it only takes two days, which can somewhat reassure Cui Hou.
It can be said that this time, Cui Hou paid off all his net worth, so he was naturally very stressed and uneasy.
Fei Qian looked at Cui Hou and naturally understood what Cui Hou was worried about. However, some things cannot be comforted by words alone. They need to be seen with their own eyes, so he did not intend to comfort Cui Hou.
And Fei Qian didn't have much thought to pay attention to Cui Hou's sorrow, because he had bigger and more painful problems of his own...
After two consecutive days on horseback, Fei Qian had indeed greatly improved his horse control skills, but it also caused blood blisters to appear between his legs. As the horse rubbed up and down, Every step was exciting and painful.
I used to ride in a carriage most of the time. Although the carriage may not be very comfortable, it is only bumpy, and you can also pad it with fur to reduce the impact. But riding a horse is different. You need to use your legs as support at all times, and your inner thighs My skin is relatively delicate...
So now most of Fei Qian's thoughts are fighting against the physical pain. Therefore, although he sees the troubled look on Cui Hou's face, he really doesn't have much thought to take care of it.
Choosing to ride a horse was also a choice Fei Qian made after careful consideration. After all, once you enter Shangjun, you will inevitably have to deal with horses for a long time. If you still ride in a carriage, you will definitely be subject to great limitations. It is better to improve your riding skills as early as possible.
Practice it, otherwise when the critical moment comes, it will be too late to improvise.
After turning around a forest, several scout cavalry suddenly appeared on the other side of the road, causing some commotion in the convoy. However, the commotion soon subsided because after seeing Fei Qian's flag, these scouts
After separating out the two riders who reported the news, they slowly came up to them without making any hostile move.
One of the riders came closer and recognized Fei Qian. He seemed to recognize Fei Qian. Huang Cheng and others rode their horses and came to Fei Qian. They were about to salute Fei Qian and say hello, but Fei Qian bared his teeth.
Li Zui's facial expression was startled, and he said in a confused voice: "I've seen Mr. Fei Shi... um... are you okay?"
"Hiss... How far is General Wenyuan's... camp?" Fei Qian endured the pain and said.
"It's not far away. It's only about twenty miles away after passing the hill in front..."
"Ah? There's still twenty miles left?!" Fei Qian heard this and was so miserable.
× × × × × × × × × ×
Fei Qian sat on the bench, spread his legs, lowered his head, held the medicinal oil, bared his teeth, and carefully worked on his crotch.
Suddenly the curtain of the tent was lifted, and Zhang Liao walked in. When he saw the situation in front of him, he and Fei Qian were stunned for a moment...
"Brother Wenyuan, why didn't you say anything when you entered the tent?" Fei Qian said. Fortunately, he was really not used to crotchless clothes, so he made a pair of pants himself, otherwise he would be completely gone soon.
Zhang Liao walked to Fei Qian's side, pulled up a stool, sat down, stretched his head and looked at Fei Qian's thighs, which were covered with blood blisters, and replied casually: "I am entering my own tent, do I need to say anything else?"
What? Okay, don’t cover it up, they are all gentlemen, and it’s not like I haven’t seen it before..."
"When have you seen it before?" Fei Qian replied smoothly. Although they were all men, he was somewhat uncomfortable with it.
Zhang Liao laughed and said: "Zi Yuan, have you forgotten? That time at Wen Hou's house...haha..."
"Uh... I think... it's better to forget about that..." Fei Qian remembered it, but his face turned dark. It was really a bad memory.
"Hey, you can't do this, let me help you." Zhang Liao took out a knife from his body. Just looking at the blade, you can tell that it is very sharp. "You have to break all the blood blisters and then apply medicated oil.
, this way it will be almost fine tomorrow, otherwise you still won’t be able to walk tomorrow.”
"Really?" Fei Qian was doubtful.
Zhang Liao nodded seriously and said: "Of course, when I first started practicing horse riding when I was a child, it was always like this. If the blood blisters are not broken, they will only get bigger and more serious, no matter how much medicated oil is applied.
It’s useless, it won’t be good at all!”
Fei Qian listened and felt that it seemed to make sense, so he nodded and agreed.
"Hey! Be gentle! Yeah, slow down! Ah!"
"Don't scream and scream, just bear with it! It'll be fine in no time!"
Huang Cheng, Ma Yan and Cui Hou stood outside Zhang Liao's tent. When they heard Fei Qian's screams coming from inside, the three of them stretched their heads straight like ducks being pulled by their necks.
Looking at each other, looking at each other, not knowing whether to go in or not...
Let’s read a little encyclopedia of the Three Kingdoms: In the novel, the poor and short-tempered Yang Song is very ugly. Oh, he is not necessarily poor. When the ugly and short-tempered Yang Song faced off against the powerful Cao Amo, he made a crackling sound... It is a pity that there is no Yang Song in history.
Song, a person like this... So, Comrade Lao Luo knew the tricks so early... Let's talk about it a little bit, Cao Cao aggressively attacked Hanzhong, and couldn't get it done. In the end, he still relied on Yang Song to play tricks, and then Cao Cao occupied Hanzhong and defeated him with his backhand.
Yang Song was hacked to death... Is this still Cao Ah Man who has the world in mind? Who dares to be Cao's inner responder in the future? Isn't this a slap in the face?
