Chapter 349 The cold prince’s brother kills everyone 44
The carriage was driving leisurely, and when it met a classmate from Sage Academy who was speeding by, he gave way without saying hello.
No one thought that the farmer with the smell of cow dung on the roadside could be a classmate.
In the evening, Wan Fan took a rest. The carriage stopped in the mountain forest that turned into the road, with its back against a big tree and in front of a small earth temple. There were shrubs on both sides to cover it, so it was not easy to find.
Wan Fan put Fu Chen down from his back, put it on his lap and let her sleep on her stomach.
The space in front of the carriage is not large.
Wan Fan leaned against the wooden board, holding the sleeping Fu Chen on his body, covered with a small quilt. His feet hung outside, and he stayed there all night.
The next morning, Wan Fan woke up and continued on his way.
The dusty quilt was warm, and my feet were still warm. I ran back to the carriage and huddled on the cow dung to rest.
She wanted to catch the carriage, but she didn't have any clothes suitable for camouflage to keep warm from the wind.
The carriage traveled leisurely early in the morning again, arriving at the city gate of Lu State before noon.
The assembled team did not see it, but they knew that many disciples from the Sage Academy had entered the city and were waiting.
Wan Fan drove a carriage into the city.
The officers and soldiers were conducting interrogations one by one, looking stern.
It was Wan Fan's turn, "What's in the car!" Before he finished speaking, he opened the rear door without stopping Wan Fan.
Cow dung dried and fell to the ground.
The officers and soldiers covered their noses and held it in for a while, then took out their spears and pointed them at a pile of cow dung in the carriage.
"Eh-" Wan Fan grabbed his hand to stop him.
The officers and soldiers were about to break out.
A head emerged from the pile of cow dung. The dusty head looked at the officers, soldiers and Wanchang, who had just woken up and looked confused and didn't know what was going on.
Wan Fan still held the officer's hand and explained with a smile, "My daughter is sleeping inside, and I'm afraid you'll prick her."
The officers and soldiers stopped holding hands and said nothing. They pulled the cow dung pile with their spears and poked it hard several times to make sure that no one or anything else was hidden inside. They looked at Wan Fan and asked, "What are you doing? Why did you enter the Lu Kingdom?"
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Wan Fan said with a smile, "I am a farmer. It's just me and my daughter at home. My daughter has been sick and no one at home takes care of her, so I take her with me. I heard that you all use firewood and coal to make fires, so I thought of picking up some cows."
Come here and sell the feces for two bucks so that I can buy medicine for my daughter."
People in Lu are lazy and no one picks up cow dung. Many farmers in Qi will bring cow dung to sell. After all, cow dung is cheap.
The officers and soldiers looked at Wan Fan and murmured to the officer next to him. Then they came over and grabbed Wan Fan's beard and pulled hard.
"Hey." Wan Fan was forced to move his head, but still didn't make a move.
Then I applied a handful of powder to Wan Fan’s face and rubbed it with my hand to make sure there was no powder. I looked up and down and left and right on Wan Fan’s face, but there was no trace of skin peeling.
"It's not like that." The officers and soldiers went over to talk to the commander and murmured in a low voice.
The officer looked at Wan Fan.
Wan Fan bowed, folded his hands, smiled and nodded.
The officer waved his hand and let them pass.
Wan Fan drove his carriage into the city. As he walked through the city gate, he saw a dozen soldiers standing by the gate, either shouting for inspection or guarding with long guns. They spoke and acted with a fierce air.
After entering the city, Wan Fan went straight to the market.
His intuition was wrong.
They seemed to be searching for someone.
Fuchen stood up, opened the small window and looked out the window.
People were coming and going on Lu Guo Street, and my ears were filled with the sounds of cursing.
The streets are lined with blockades.
Occasionally I saw one or two grain stores and cloth stores.
People on the street have bad eyes, and you can feel the anger in their eyes when they look at each other.
Wan Fan drove the carriage to the market, found a remote corner, opened the door, and didn't shout. He just wanted to wait for the time to pass. He looked around and saw no one.
"What does it smell like? It's so strong!" the vegetable seller five steps away cursed, "Hey! Don't be here! It's hindering my business!"
Fuchen sat in the car and looked at the vegetable seller calmly.
Wan Fan stepped forward to push the cart.
Behind him, the vegetable seller pointed at Fu Chen and strode forward, yelling, "What's in your eyes? Are you looking for death?" He had already put his hand into the carriage.
Wan Fan grabbed the hand with his right hand and pushed it back, pressing the person's shoulder.
"Hey, hey, hey -" the vegetable seller shouted.
Someone looked over.
"Big and strong, are you bullying others?" There was a thin man in the crowd watching the fun.
"Do you know who I am? There is someone in my government!" the vegetable seller said arrogantly.
"Don't touch my daughter." Wan Fan said.
Fuchen looked at it coldly.
"Ignore him. His people are just soldiers guarding the city gate. It's not him, but he just likes his sister." The man who was watching the fun didn't think it was a big deal at all.
"Erdan, you're looking for death!" The big vegetable seller yelled as he was exposed, his head lowered, and his momentum was gone.
Fuchen looked at the man calmly and held on to the quilt.
Wan Fan threw the man back and moved his car to leave the place of right and wrong.
Fuchen watched the man turn around and stared at Wan Fan with resentful eyes. In a blink of an eye, the viciousness in his eyes was quenched on her.
Fuchen looked at it indifferently and ignored it.
Wan Fan never lets the tiger go back to the mountains. Now because of the affairs of the Lu Kingdom, he has to shrink his neck and act like a tortoise for the time being.
Wan Fan moved the carriage to a more peripheral position. Beggars were squatting next to them, watching them.
The beggar stared at them and cursed when he saw the cow dung.
What's more, some people will directly speak dirty words when they see floating dust.
A drunkard came over, pointed at the floating dust and asked the price, "How much does a little prostitute cost?"
Wan Fan raised his riding whip and gave him three lashes, knocking him to the ground.
The beggar next to him immediately shouted: "Hit him! Beat him! Beat him!"
The beggars got together and made a bet, giving out food to see who would win.
The people on the ground just lay on the ground and didn't get up at all.
A beggar came over and touched his nose, and kicked him in anger, "Damn it! I lost half a steamed bun!" He walked over and shouted, "He's still alive! He slept to death!"
The gambling game ended as soon as it started, with some people scolding and others rejoicing.
Wan Fan continued to sit in the car and wait. There was a man in a rich suit, followed by a bunch of people. When he first saw the drunk man on the ground, he said, "Hey, this is even better than our blockade, with a human flesh floor mat."
"Ha ha ha ha."
"Hahaha."
People behind him followed and cheered.
Wan Fan watched indifferently, while Fu Chen grabbed the quilt and crawled over, turning over from the window. Wan Fan hugged Fu Chen and sat next to him.
The man has only half of his hair, and his long hair is flowing down the street on one side, while the other half is bald. His face is feminine, and his eyebrows are as sharp as knives.
The visual impact is very strong.
Beautiful and powerful.
The half-bald beauty took two steps forward, wiping her shoes on the man's clothes on the ground who had obviously been whipped. She stepped on the man's back.
"Uh-huh," the people on the ground grunted, as if they were out of breath.
Fuchen looked at this person calmly.
The half-bald beauty stepped forward and stared at Fuchen. Compared with Wanchang, Fuchen was whiter.
"She is a beauty."
His eyes shifted to Wan Fan, and suddenly his eyes lit up. The cow bone fan pointed at Wan Fan's chin and tried to raise his head, but his head didn't move at all.
"Yeah, if you look closely, he's also a handsome man."
Wan Fan glanced at him without saying a word.
His appearance is not in line with the beauty in the eyes of the world. His eyebrows and eye contours are too large, his bones are hard, and his skin is dark, which becomes even darker after makeup. He has a "fierce" appearance.
Fuchen's eyes are very alert when she is doing something bad. But when she is cold, she is just like an ordinary child.
This word "beauty" comes from the mouth of a semi-bald beauty, and the tone sounds very sincere.
"Uncle, this... we don't need it," the servant reminded.
The half-bald beauty rolled her eyes, "Those who have no money and are still wandering around in the streets, do you still want to burn coal to keep them warm? Just burn this dried cow dung!"
