Song Liyun not only asked Han Ming to notify the security station and Xue Zhuang, who was in debt to the security department, but he also wanted to strengthen night patrols himself.
If there is insufficient manpower in each workshop, people will be hired to guard it.
Song Liyun's letter to Luo Baihu contained information about the danger of the Wuda tribe and the fact that she had already embarked on the road to report the letter.
If Wei can find a way, he can quickly pass the news to the tribesmen at the mouth of the Huangsha River.
As for Song Zhenping's marriage, Song Liyun only mentioned that she believed Luo Baihu would understand what she meant.
As soon as Wu Dong took the letter away, Song Liyun also started to clean up the camp, using wood to lengthen and widen the cart.
More than a dozen people took action, and soon the truck was dismantled in the prefabricated house, including the pots, stoves, dishes, and everything was placed on the carriage.
In their panic, they didn't realize that no matter how they placed it, there was room for the carriage under the tarpaulin, and the wooden walls didn't pile up like a mountain.
Song Dekui led the horse, which had been fed and drank well and had been kept in the stable for three days, to hitch the cart.
The chrysanthemum green horse's coat is shiny and shiny, with its head held high and excited. The docile maroon horse next to it is also eagerly pawing the ground. The explosive power in its body makes them urgently need to run.
Instead, Old Yan followed the carriage obediently, his ears erect and full of energy.
Song Dekui harnessed the car and Song Liyun sat down in the gap in the car.
Everyone sets off.
Ten horses ran in front and behind the carriage, and the foot-deep snow was splashed by the horses' hooves.
The carriage controlled by Song Dekui galloped steadily. Half a day later, Lin Qingyuan's horses were panting and slowing down, but the carriage still did not stop.
Especially the skeleton horse running in front of the carriage.
It looks like a handful of bones will be knocked down by the wind, but not only does it run at a slow speed, but under its leadership, Ju Qingma can always pull the car to avoid shallow pits on the slopes and find the smoothest road.
It wasn't until the old horse stopped in a hollow that Ju Qingma followed suit.
Lin Qingyuan and Balin dismounted one after another. Their horses were exhausted, so they took off the reins and let them eat grass.
Ke Ren could not remain idle, so Song Liyun took away the oilcloth covering the carriage and asked people to move things and build a house.
Lin Qingyuan pointed at the old horse with a flat belly and protruding ribs, and said with a surprised look on his face: "How can it run so fast and know the direction?"
Bahrain is a grassland man and knows these animals better than Lin Qingyuan. He looked at the old horse that was wagging its tail and chewing on the snow, and said with envy: "The old horse will become a spirit if it doesn't die! There is such a treasure among the horses.
He is the King of Horses and understands human nature!"
He had never seen the old horse dying a few days ago. He only saw that the old horse's hair was smooth at this time. Although it was as skinny as wood, its eyes were full of energy and it was obvious that it was full of energy.
Lin Qingyuan smacked his lips, he still felt that his White Dragon horse was a good horse because it had high shoulders and a wide body.
Song Dekui directed several guards and Di tribesmen to quickly build the wooden house.
Because there was snow on the ground, it took a lot of effort to clean it up.
Song Liyun set up a large pot in the big house, put in mutton cubes, dried vegetables, corn, oil-salt sauce and chili to cook a pot of salty and flavorful meat porridge.
In addition, everyone also has a stack of dry biscuits to satisfy their hunger.
The meat porridge is spicy and delicious, and the dry pancakes are soft and chewy.
Lin Qingyuan's six guards were all in poor spirits that day.
They had finally escaped from the chaos in the grassland, and they had already reached the border of Wu Dynasty. They were about to return to the warm kang, and now they were about to enter the pit of fire again.
But they are Lin Qingyuan's personal servants. Wherever their master goes, they will naturally follow him.
No matter how bad your mood is, you can sit in the house after a long day of running. With a bowl of fragrant food and a jar of strong wine, everyone will smile.
After eating and drinking enough, feeding the horses, and arranging for people to take turns to watch the night, everyone quickly rested.
Song Dekui was still wrapped in a blanket and lying next to Song Liyun's door. Under the blanket, he felt so comfortable that he sighed. This was the second time he had used it, and he was still not used to it.
This is a sleeping bag!
It’s so thin and soft, how can it be so warm and comfortable!
Tsk tsk tsk!
It is worthy of being something in a lucky bag, worthy of being used by gods, and it can even lie in the snow without getting cold.
The next day, it was time to demolish the house again and rush on the road!
Broken Gold Town.
Luo Baihu slumped in his chair, recalling the military information he had just received, his face darkened for a while.
The Third Young Master has gained the upper hand in the Mida Valley and will fully conquer the entire valley in the next few days.
But Uda headquarters is actually being targeted... What should we do?
All the combat forces in the tribe have been sent out. Even if we mobilize our own sergeants, it would still take us ten days to get there from the Huangsha River.
On the 10th, and my own guard base has already drawn out 400 thunder-character battalions. If I send reinforcements now, where can I find suitable people?
The most important thing is to inform Mrs. Wuya quickly...
Grassland, Song Liyun...
Luo Baihu suddenly remembered that Song Liyun was in the grassland and had just sent a letter.
He quickly found Song Liyun's letter, glanced at it, grinned slightly, and slapped his leg: "Okay, this girl is so bold and courageous!"
Song Liyun not only knew the news, but also rushed to Wuda headquarters.
Calculating the time, she set off two days earlier than she was here, and there was someone to lead the way, so I hoped she could make it in time.
Luo Baihu read it over and then noticed the last hasty sentence: My little girl brother is getting married on the 20th of the twelfth lunar month. If I can't make it back on time, I hope Master Baihu will host it!
Needless to say... I will definitely help when the time comes.
Paulin Curie, Han Ming and Song Zhenping were also reading the letters respectively.
Han Ming was very calm, and he had always done what Song Liyun told him.
The ice cellar in the town has been built, and ice collection is also in progress. The food shop and carton factory are working day and night.
Even beef and mutton from the grasslands are being transported to the town on ice sleds.
Manager Wan Da came here once and knew that the girl had gone to the grassland. He joked that she was going to do a big business and he was waiting to make a lot of money.
But Song Liyun mentioned that Mr. Lin...
Han Ming frowned slightly: He was going to have a good talk with Xue Zhuang tomorrow, and he would definitely add some brave men to patrol the town.
This is just Song Liyun's guess, and Han Ming doesn't plan to tell Luo Baihu yet.
Song Zhenping, Xiao An, and Hei Jin gathered their heads together and were reading the letter.
Song Liyun knew that the brothers were illiterate, so he simply said that he was going to find Ah Shi and might not be able to get married in time.
He has already invited Luo Baihu to be the witness, and Uncle Han will also prepare a generous betrothal gift so that his sister-in-law can marry into the Song family in style.
There was no joy on Song Zhenping's face. He threw the letter on the table and lay on the kang silently.
He felt very uncomfortable for such a big event like his getting married, without grandparents, parents, and now even his sister couldn't come back.
The thing that worries him even more is that his sister has always cared about him getting married. If she can't come back in time, it must be more important than getting married.
What is...dangerous?
How is Yuner doing now?
Looking at Xiao An with a happy face next to him, Song Zhenping gritted his teeth and suppressed the tension and anxiety in his heart.
Xiao An was flipping the letter over and over, and said to Heijin who was pulling his arm: "Heijin, do you think it's snowing heavily on the grassland, and the ink on the second sister's letter is clumped?"