Xia Zhaoyi walked back down the slope to the way he came, and then headed northwest along the long road.
Zhi Changle poured the cold water into water bags and kettles, filled them one by one, and boiled another pot of water.
The dead wood crackled in the fire. Zhi Changle looked at the fire and waited silently for the water to boil.
After waiting for a while, he turned back and looked in the direction Xia Zhaoyi left. Feeling that she would not come back for a while, he quietly took out a folded piece of paper from his sleeve.
Qian Fengrong's face is really rough, with thick eyebrows and thick eyes, and his nose is a little crooked, but very straight.
Zhi Changle raised his fist.
He had always felt that his fist was as big as a sandbag, but when Qian Fengrong was pressing him down and beating him that night, he clearly felt that the opponent's fist was half as big as his head.
He was also a little inferior in height, but the key point was that for such a tall and strong man, his movements were not cumbersome at all.
Although it is not as light and agile as Ah Li, it is definitely better than him and better than Lao Tong.
In other words, he firmly believed that even if he and Lao Tong were combined, they would have no chance of winning two against one.
Xia Zhaoyi came back from Dawankou and saw Zhi Changle looking at portraits from a distance.
Although they are far apart, the outlines of the people in the portrait are vaguely visible.
Xia Zhaoyi stopped, thought for a while, turned around and went back to Dawankou, grabbed a woman, gave her twenty coins, and asked her to do a small favor.
According to her instructions, the woman went to the big bend and randomly pulled a woman who didn't like it to reason about why she stepped on her.
Zhi Changle turned around and saw the girl walking slowly from the big bend with her head lowered. She happened to hear the noise of the dispute and looked up.
Zhi Changle hurriedly put away Qian Fengrong's portrait and stuffed it back into his sleeve.
Xia Zhaoyi glanced at it, then looked away, no longer paying attention, and walked towards Zhi Changle.
"Ah Li," Zhi Changle asked, "How's the inquiry going?"
Xia Zhaoyi sat down, and Zhi Changle handed him a bowl of cooled warm water at the right moment.
Xia Zhaoyi took it and put it aside, took out a pamphlet and handed it over, saying calmly: "The shoes were a gift from Bei Yuan."
"Is it really them?"
"Song Dynasty, Yun and Zhao did not do anything, and Li Qian's country was dead. This subtle trick of the Northern Yuan Dynasty, weak people's thoughts, and touching people's thoughts, is the same as the paper ball thrown by Daliang at the Yunxi County of Wei State."
Zhi Changle opened the book in his hand, and Xia Zhaoyi said again: "Brother Zhi, please don't vomit."
Zhi Changle had just read the first page and was already about to vomit.
In the Northern Yuan Dynasty, there were thousands of miles of vast land, abundant grass and long rivers, and beautiful water and spiritual mountains that gave birth to heroes and warriors. The men were mighty and ambitious, expanding their territories, loving their neighbors, and helping each other in harmony.
"...What are you doing?" Zhi Changle said.
"It's easy to understand. Although it is explicit, many people can understand it. If you read it a few times, you may not believe it no matter how exaggerated it is."
Zhi Changle read a few more pages and laughed completely: "A pair of shoes and a pamphlet. Don't you worry about others being illiterate?"
"Words are enough to spread the word," Xia Zhaoyi said, "He Yanpo is a plan to attack people's hearts. He can believe each one. As long as they are spread out, the effect he wants to see will definitely be achieved."
"It's really disgusting!" Zhi Changle scolded.
He turned to look at the crowd not far away. Like Xia Zhaoyi, he had not paid attention to it before. Now he looked at it. Although there were only one or two people among the ten, when these one or two were gathered together, there were hundreds.
, that is thousands.
"Bei Yuan is a bitch, you are determined to kill me!" Zhi Changle scolded again, "Ah Li, do you have a way to defeat the enemy?"
"Why do you want to break it?" Xia Zhaoyi said with a smile, "He sent people to give away free shoes as a charity. He even made the code for a child with droopy hair. It's so well-intentioned."
"But……"
"Let's wait until he finishes giving away the shoes," Xia Zhaoyi also looked at the crowd and said, "Rumors can make money and destroy bones, but they can also backfire."
It was nightfall next to the waterfall and the temperature was extremely cold.
Xia Zhaoyi and Zhi Changle packed their things, put them in two large bamboo baskets on their horses, and moved to the north.
Early the next morning, when the sun shone down and the earth warmed up, they set off and continued northward.
The further north you go, the more chaotic the situation becomes. Villages are in turmoil. Many cottages and houses have been torn down. The villagers are as vigilant about martial law as in Qingxiang Village.
Xia Zhaoyi did not go into any more villages this time. She followed the road north for half a month, tramping through mountains, ancient roads, deserted valleys, and streams. She marked each village on the map.
Finally, she stopped at Yantianpo, the northernmost part of Youzhou, and looked at the Pingyang Road in the distance.
