The fire made a crackling sound, and Arnold came out of his memories. The corners of his eyes were a little moist, and she wiped them gently with her fingers. After so many years, she still couldn't forget that experience. Perhaps,
From that time on, she would always encounter problems, big and small, and Kuo Kuo Zhen would no longer hide his methods and would definitely kill her.
A gust of cold wind blew by, and the flames flickered a few times. She picked at the branches in her hand, trying to make the fire as big as possible.
If she hadn't believed Kuokuo's true words, or if she hadn't thought so simply that everyone was a good person, then Little Silly Gray Wolf wouldn't have died, and maybe he would still be with her now.
Arnold raised his head and looked at the sky exposed through the cracks in the treetops. Because it was not completely clear, looking at it at this time, he only felt that there was a large gray-black stone above his head without a single star.
Arnold sighed, collected some materials and made a few torches, and then walked towards the tree hole where she had just been looking for dry firewood. Tonight, she could only make do with it there for one night. She would set off at dawn tomorrow and hit the road.
Then you can find a carriage instead. After waiting for the opportunity for ten years, I always wanted to go home, but I didn't expect to see this scene before I left.
It was quite warm in the tree hole, and there was a layer of hay inside. Arnold spread out the clothes he had collected from Mang Geqi and covered him with it, curled up and fell asleep quietly.
Maybe she was really tired, or maybe she was feeling relaxed as never before, but she slept deeply that night without even a dream.
She got up early the next morning and set out, packed everything and walked down the mountain based on her feelings. Fortunately, the mountain here was not the kind of mountain range that stretches for thousands of miles, it was just a small mountain that was not too high or too big.
The road was next to the foot of the mountain, and Arnold felt that she was very lucky. A carriage passed by and she stopped it. The driver was originally delivering goods, and after delivering the goods, he could get money and go home. Pedestrians on the road were not counted.
There are many, so it was quite enthusiastic to see a young man willing to take the bus.
Sitting in the car, Arnold had been thinking about where she was going. Now was the time of war, and what she had to do before she knew where her father was was to find a place to hide. Suddenly a sentence flashed in her mind:
A small one is hidden in the mountains, a big one is hidden in the city."
"Brother, besides Shangdu, where do you think the busiest place is in Kaiping?" Arnold asked with a smile, while eating steamed buns.
The coachman took a sip of wine and said, "Where do you think the busiest place is? Apart from Kaiping in Shangdu, of course it's Yanjing." At this point, the coachman turned to look at him, "Brother, you don't want to go to Yanjing.
Let’s do business and make money!”
Arnold chuckled and scratched his head in embarrassment, "Our family is not rich. I heard that lively places are easy to make money. I want to see if I can earn a wife's salary back."
When the coachman heard what she said, he laughed and said, "I see you are not very old yet. Are you thinking of getting a wife at such a young age?"
Arnold lowered his head pretending to be embarrassed, "Eji said that Mongolian men have to find their own wives."
"This sentence is quite true. When our Mongolian children are born, our parents can only give them a bow and arrow, a tent, cattle and sheep, and their wives have to earn it with their own hands. Since the child wants to go out and explore
Let’s give it a try. If it doesn’t work out, we can come back. We can still have enough food on the prairie.”
Arnold smiled. She had never thought about this. No matter whether she could earn her wife's money or not, she didn't want to come back. Mongolia is your home, not hers, Arnold. Goodbye, Zhenjin, Hu Gechi.