In winter, the tea shed on the road is surrounded by thick straw mats and has a hot stove and hot pot, which makes it very warm.
The small tea shed was crowded with passers-by, with a mix of southern and northern accents.
The tea was not that good, bland and tasteless.
Gao Xiaoliu drew twists and turns on the rough tabletop with his hands dipped in tea.
"There are only a few roads from Hengcheng to Beijing." The person next to him held a tea bowl and whispered, "Now I have failed two or three times."
"Fortunately, the first person who fell into the trap escaped by chance and was warned in time." Another person whispered, "Otherwise, I don't know how many people should have been saved."
Gao Xiaoliu curled his lips: "Old Zhang already knows his identity, so of course he is fully prepared. These people are also reckless. They just bump into them without thinking." At this point, he sighed, "One generation is worse than the other."
The two attendants said in unison: "Fortunately, the young master is here."
Gao Xiaoliu smiled.
"Then young master, which direction should we look for?" a follower asked hurriedly.
Gao Xiaoliu sat up straight: "Let's go back."
Reply? The followers were stunned for a moment and stopped looking for it? Because it was too dangerous and they would be exposed?
Gao Xiaoliu said: "Go back to the capital city, our territory, and start fishing for people."
Of course it is convenient in your own territory, but you must first know where the ground dragon is. The followers are puzzled.
"There's no need to look around." Gao Xiaoliu said, shaking off the water stains on his hands, "We just need to keep an eye on Li Yuan."
Zhang Yuan? His entourage was even more puzzled: "Zhang Yuan didn't escort the ground dragon, it was just a cover-up."
Gao Xiaoliu chuckled: "Zhang Yuan didn't personally escort the ground dragon, but that doesn't mean that the ground dragon isn't near him."
The prison car escorted by the soldiers was driving slowly on the road. Pedestrians on the road gave way and some curious people pointed.
"What prisoner?"
"Is it a boy or a girl?"
Of course, the officers and soldiers would not respond, and the passers-by were not too scared. The tightly covered prison van was scary, but with so many officers and soldiers surrounding it, what was there to fear?
Another group of people came running from the direction of the city ahead.
"Ah, Zhang Canjun." The leading official smiled and saluted from a distance, as if he were reunited with an old friend, "I have long admired your name."
Zhang Yuan rolled his eyes in his heart, what kind of name does he, Zhang Yuan, have? Does he have the name to offend Fu Yin? These guys are really capable of telling lies with their eyes open.
"Zhang Canjun, are you going to the city?" the official said enthusiastically, looking at the prison car again, "Don't worry, the soldiers and horses are all ready. We must guard the serious criminals and not delay the important tasks of the Inspector General."
"This is a case of Jingzhao Mansion." Zhang Yuan corrected him.
The official smiled hurriedly and nodded, "They are all the same, they are all serving the imperial court."
It was the same shit. Zhang Yuan glanced at him and did not correct him.
If it was really a case involving Jingzhao Prefecture, how could they freely borrow soldiers and horses along the way, and local officials would go out of the city to greet them.
That's all, just take the people back and let them be.
"Go to the city and take a rest." Zhang Yuan said.
The official was overjoyed, as if good luck had fallen from heaven: "Okay, please come quickly. Please come quickly."
There was another layer of guards surrounding the prison van, with people and horses like a wall.
"Sir, the defense is so tight." A guard approached Zhang Yuan and whispered, "Does it scare them? No one dares to come recently."
"The scarier it is, the more tempting it is." Zhang Yuan said, and then sneered, "Of course, if you are scared out of your mind, say something else."
The two guards around him laughed, unable to hide their pride.
"Going further, we will reach Lancheng, which means we have entered the boundaries of the capital city." He said, "That is our territory."
Zhang Yuan shook his head: "Don't say that, the capital is not just our territory, maybe they are waiting too."
Another officer held the knife in his hand and said in a cold voice: "Come as soon as you come. Now I don't want to think about whether they will be kidnapped. What I am thinking about now is, how many more can we catch?"
"Old Qian almost caught them." Another police officer said, "It's just that those people were as timid as mice. They didn't even fight. They ran away when they saw something was wrong. They are really cowards. They thought they were so powerful."
"Crowing cocks and dogs stealing Sanwan's stuff, how powerful can they be?" the previous officer sneered.
Zhang Yuan smiled: "We will open the trap clearly and wait for them to surrender."
As he said this, he glanced back, because the road was blocked by a wall of people and horses, and the pedestrians on the road became denser. They did not dare to rush, and they all walked slowly behind.
Zhang Yuan withdrew his gaze and urged his horse.
"Enter the city."
The troops and horses were rolling towards the city, and the pedestrians on the road also quickened their pace.
"Hurry up, follow the officers and soldiers, don't be afraid of thieves." A man said happily, carrying two heavy baskets.
The passers-by laughed: "You man, what do you have to be robbed?"
The man laughed: "The grain I grow myself is valuable. If I sell it in the city, I can marry a wife when I go back. If someone robs me, then my wife has been stolen."
Passers-by burst into laughter.
The woman walking behind, wrapped in a headscarf and carrying a big baggage, also smiled. She probably thought it was not good for her family to be like this, so she lowered her head shyly.
This girl must also go to the city to sell things. Making money is really something that makes people look forward to and happy. Passers-by are smiling and hurrying on their way. When the officers and soldiers enter the city, they have their own place where the government entertains them, and they, the common people, also have their own place to rest.
The cheap Datong foot shop near the city gate is the best place. There are people pushing carts and carrying chickens and ducks in and out, making it noisy and lively.
"The pigs and sheep are not allowed to come in." The store clerk shouted loudly, pointing to the country people, "Store them in the fence at the city gate."
There was another commotion between people and livestock, causing the man carrying the load to stumble. Fortunately, someone was behind to help support the basket.
The man quickly turned around.
Seeing that it was the girl carrying the baggage that he met on the road, and seeing him looking over, the girl retracted her hand and took a step to the side.
The man smiled sincerely at her: "Thank you very much."
Qixing looked at him and nodded: "You're welcome."
Although it is said that women live outside the house, poor families don't pay so much attention to making a living. Even though it is the twelfth lunar month of winter, nearly half of the people live in the big bunk house next to the women's family.
After a noisy wash, the tired women all fell into a deep sleep. Only one woman sat by the window, holding an embroidery frame and working by the lamp hanging outside.
This is not surprising. There is no difference between day and night for working people. Working hard is like working hard.
Qixing's hand embroidery was stretched with flying needles, and the many impressions she had along the way were outlined in her mind. These days, she has been following Zhang Canjun, not staring at the prison car that was always tightly wrapped, but Zhang Yuan
Pedestrians behind.
As a pedestrian, she quickly distinguished some different pedestrians.
Although I keep changing my clothes and identity, I am either riding a horse, riding a car or walking.
But from the perspective of Qixing, no matter how the appearance changes, the smell will not change.
Weapons, or murderous intent.
These people are not who they pretend to be.
Moreover, they traveled alone, carrying only very simple luggage. These luggage were either baskets carried on their backs or bundles placed in the car. Even though they were large, they could not hold an adult, but even a small one could hold a child.
The hero order issued by the capital introduced this rolling dragon as an actor with the ability to shrink bones.
Then, it doesn't matter whether you shrink down to the size of a child voluntarily or passively.
Qixing had been staring at it for so long, and waited until today before taking the opportunity to touch the basket and confirm his guess.
People can shrink, but their weight remains.
The ground dragon is in the basket.
Qixing looked at the flickering dim lights outside the window and gently pinned the embroidery needle to her cuffs.
