Various factors lead to information never being equal.
Zhao Ning just sent a letter to Xia Zhaoyi last night, and today he received a letter from her from Youzhou.
Qi Motang's people hurriedly left after delivering the letter. Zhao Ning opened the envelope after writing it, took one look at it, and immediately asked Manager Chu to send someone to recover the letter.
Xia Zhaoyi said in the letter that she would go south on the 5th of the winter lunar month and go to Tangzhou along the Cangjiang River, passing through Hengxiang.
It happened two days later, so she couldn't receive the letter even after it was sent. As for the content of the letter, Zhao Ning didn't want others to read it.
Manager Chu quickly arranged his manpower to chase Youzhou. A team of horses stepped on the snow, raising white dust, and quickly left the city.
A few hours later, when the sky darkened, another team of carriages and horses set off on the country road in the village outside the city, carrying twenty loads of clothing and food, heading north along the ancient village road, heading to Youzhou again.
Old man Qi was sitting in the carriage, holding a warm bottle of rice wine in his hand. Although he was murmuring and complaining, at the moment of setting off, he suddenly became excited and expectant again.
His biggest hobbies in this life are building roads, bridges, houses, and dams. The harder it is, the better, and the more challenging it is. Thinking of the roads around the country, he is eager to try.
Wang Fengnian watched the carriage and horses drive away until they were completely submerged in darkness.
Although there are only twenty trucks for now, this is the first batch, and there will be a second batch and a third batch. He still has to run around to arrange the subsequent supplies.
"Chief steward, shall we go back?" the attendant asked.
Wang Fengnian held the heater in his hand and said: "I hope everything goes well and these clothes and food can be sent to the front line as soon as possible."
"Nothing will happen," the attendant said.
Wang Fengnian nodded.
In these months, the manpower he arranged to go out has been monitoring Yuntian Mountain.
As long as you avoid the soldiers and horses traveling from north to south in Yuntian Mountain, successfully cross the official road of Yuntian Mountain, and arrive in Youzhou, everything will be fine.
Wang Fengnian put down the car curtain and said, "Let's go back to the city."
"yes."
The wind and snow rolled all over the sky and the ground, the roar was as fierce as a tiger, and the whole world was left with only the dark night and the desolate white in the dim light.
Xia Zhaoyi finished everything he was about to explain, took Kang Jian and Yang Fugui and left Nuanruan's camp, preparing to set off.
Previously, Du Xuan was worried about her leaving alone, so he begged her to take Kang Jian with her.
Yang Fugui had learned horsemanship and archery and could ride a horse. He was one of the burliest workers. He offered to see and experience it so that he could follow Xia Zhaoyi in the future, so Xia Zhaoyi took him with him.
There were not many things, so he loaded them all into the carriage. Du Xuan installed the heater in the carriage, and then took out a fluffy muff, which was the wolf skin that Xia Zhaoyi had peeled off with his own hands.
The inside of the sleeves is sewn with soft dark purple brocade silk, and where the edge of the gap connects to the wolf skin, a pattern of clouds and moonlight is embroidered with exquisite needlework.
After some treatment, the outer luster of the wolf skin is brighter and the down is softer.
"Brother Du cut off that purple robe?" Xia Zhaoyi asked in shock.
"It's just a piece of clothing, at most it needs one less piece to change," Du Xuan said with a smile, "Ah Li, don't think too much, we have made several of these sleeves."
Xia Zhaoyi's fingers caressed it. Everyone thought that needlework was done by women, but in fact there were also many men who knew how to do needlework, especially the big men in the barracks.
Seeing that she was thoughtful, Kang Jian joked: "Those who think men are effeminate when it comes to men doing needlework should really bring them to us to compare the flesh on their arms! Aren't we more masculine than them?"
The men near the carriage laughed.
Xia Zhaoyi was also amused and put her sleeves aside the bundle.
Kang Jian and Yang Fugui each held a sleeve. They were unwilling to sit in the car and insisted on staying outside. Xia Zhaoyi did not force it.
The carriage went along the narrow road to the southeast along the ancient Junbei Village. Except for occasionally reining in the horse and turning in another direction, Kang Jian and Yang Fugui spent the extra time with their hands in their sleeves.
Two hours later, the carriage passed through the narrow southeastern road and began to head south. Xia Zhaoyi gradually became sleepy listening to the sound of them chatting outside. Just as he was leaning on the soft pillow and about to fall asleep, he heard the sound of horse hooves in the wind and snow ahead.
Kang Jian and Yang Fugui looked at the horses running in the night and frowned.
When the people on the opposite side saw them, they stopped and one of them said: "It is indeed the wind light of the carriage."
The carriage did not stop and continued to move forward at its original speed.
The distance between the two parties was shortened, and the wind and snow swirled between them.
When there was only twenty feet away, the man on the horse shouted loudly: "Who is coming?!"
Yang Fugui couldn't tell, but Kang Jian immediately said it was a Jiangnan accent.
"Who are you?" Kang Jian asked.
"Where are you from?" the man on the horse asked again.
"Where are you from?" Kang Jian continued to ask, taking his hand out of his sleeve.
When one person heard this, he felt unhappy and shouted: "If you are not honest, you will never get past this!"
"Come on," Kang Jian looked at Yang Fugui, "Practice your eloquence and be fierce. If you lose, you won't lose the battle!"
How dare Yang Fugui.
"Don't be afraid," Kang Jian said softly, "There is Miss A Li and me. This is Miss A Li!"
"...What's wrong with me?" Xia Zhaoyi couldn't help but said.
Kang Jian looked embarrassed and thought she had fallen asleep.
"Stop!" The people on the other side saw that the carriage had not stopped, and a sense of disobedience made them eager to take action.
"Quick!" Kang Jian urged Yang Fugui, "Go back!"
Yang Fugui pursed his lips and opened his mouth but was still tongue-tied.
He had been a refugee for several months, and at one point he was so hungry that he had only a piece of skin left. Living without a meal and having to bow his head and obey others' orders can wear away all the arrogance and madness in a person's bones.
Several people on the opposite side showed their weapons.
"Don't blame us for being rude!" one person said, and immediately came over.
Yang Fugui's courage trembled and he immediately went to grab the weapon.
"Miss Ah Li!" Kang Jian turned his head and said to the carriage.
"Yeah." Xia Zhaoyi said.
Yang Fugui clenched his weapon, not knowing what the "hmm" meant. When he was about to ask questions, Kang Jian suddenly raised his whip, and the two horses galloped away in pain.
The person on the opposite side didn't expect that he would speed up as soon as he said it. Before he could adjust his posture, he saw the burly coachman swinging his whip and striking him.
It wasn't enough to knock him off his horse, but it made him very embarrassed.
Xia Zhaoyi held on to the carriage to steady herself, but the snow was not only slippery, but also filled with stones buried under the snow, making it very bumpy.
A long gun suddenly pierced through the car window.
Xia Zhaoyi quickly leaned forward to avoid it, raised his hand to grab the spear, and followed the force to jam it towards another window.
One is the force of the carriage rushing forward, and the other is the force of the spear owner thrusting in. Both of them directly lead the owner of the spear away from the mount, who cannot let go in time.
Then there was a plop, and his hand left the handle of the gun due to the fall. He also rolled forward, and a layer of skin was rubbed off his cheek.
The people following him jumped on their backs because of his men, and followed them on their backs.
Yang Fugui shouted "Hello" and waved the weapon in his hand.
He looked up and saw Kang Jian whipping another attacker.
There were not many people in total, and they were instantly left behind.
Xia Zhaoyi threw the spear away.
"Miss Ah Li," Kang Jian tilted his head and said solemnly, "She has a Jiangnan accent."
"It's Marquis Jing'an." Xia Zhaoyi's voice came from the carriage.
Kang Jian couldn't remember who the Marquis of Jing'an was for a moment, but after a moment's thought, he asked, "It's actually him?"
"With a Jiangnan accent, there are many troops, and the spears were made by the military ten years ago. Now Youzhou is heavily guarded and is on the verge of breaking out. He can still run rampant and arrogant in Youzhou, and he is arrogant. There is no one else but Marquis Jing'an."
"It turned out to be him!" Kang Jian said again, his tone completely changed.
After he finished speaking, he looked up and saw the lights in front of him, and said in a deep voice: "Miss Ali, there is an inn."
