Early the next morning, Mingruo and Si Haochen packed up and went downstairs. They saw Helian Jue sitting in the lobby of the inn with a cup of tea in his hand. It seemed that he had been waiting for a while.
"Good morning, Mr. Helian." Mingruo greeted first.
"Good morning, madam." He Lianjue took out a few road signs and handed them to Si Haochen, "This is the road guide from Yunling City to Qingchuan City. There happened to be relatives in Qingchuan City on the side of the family, so they used the title of provincial relative.
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"Yeah." Si Haochen nodded.
"When you pass through a city with a port, the inspection will be stricter. In ordinary towns, you only look at your waist badge and generally don't check the directions." Helian Jue also mentioned a few inns and restaurants under the name of the Helian family, and showed Helian
The shopkeeper will make it convenient for you if you have a family badge. If you need anything, you can also ask them to send a message back.
Mingruo felt that He Lianjue's arrangements were very appropriate and thanked him with a smile.
"I don't dare to be my wife's 'thank you'. This is what subordinates should do." He Lianjue saluted respectfully.
"Has the letter from Shangwumen been delivered?" Si Haochen asked.
"It was sent last night. Regardless of whether there is any news, I will send a message to the Lord."
"Okay." Si Haochen nodded and took Mingruo into the carriage.
Chu Yi and Fifteen had already placed their luggage on the carriage. A Yuan and Shi Fifteen were sitting outside the carriage. Chu Yi came to another carriage.
"Are we saluting that much?" Mingruo looked at the carriage behind him and saw that he had only packed two bags, just for show.
"I also want to visit Qingchuan City." Mr. Qing Wei was transformed into a gray-haired grandfather by Chu Qi. He opened the car curtain and smiled at Mingruo.
Jun Che, who originally only had to pretend to be the elder brother, now has an extra ‘dad’ to express his displeasure.#@$&
"Um..." Mingruo held up his forehead, feeling that Mr. Qing Wei was taking advantage of them. What should he do?
"Let's go." Si Haochen was also speechless. Mr. Qing Wei, a native of Zhongzhou, always joined in the fun with them.
"Goodbye." Mingruo waved to Helianjue.
"Take care and have a safe journey." Helianjue knew that the Lord and his wife would return to Donghuan directly from Qingchuan City. He had other things to do and could not go to Qingchuan City with them, so he could only see them off here.
Si Haochen nodded to He Lianjue, and raised his riding whip on the fifteenth, with a snapping sound, and the horse's hoofs stepped on the stone road, making a clicking sound.%&(&
At the city gate, pedestrians, carriages and horses entering the city are strictly checked, and people leaving the city are allowed to leave after just flashing their waist badges.
The carriage ran all morning, and at noon, when it was the hottest time, it stopped at a tea shed next to the official road to rest.
"Guests, would you like some herbal tea?" The waiter wiped the table quickly and asked them to sit down with a smile.
To be honest, none of them are used to drinking herbal tea here in Zhongzhou. Mr. Qing Wei is used to drinking it, but thinking about his last trip to Canglong Mountain, he shook his head and said he would not drink it. He wanted to wait for something delicious.
"If we don't drink herbal tea, let's have a rest. Is there anything to eat?" Shishiwu helped Qingwei 'Old Master' sit down and then talked to the waiter.
"Yes, yes, we have soup noodles and pancakes." The waiter rolled his eyes and agreed immediately.
"Then let's cook a few bowls of noodle soup and bring some pancakes." Fifteen estimated that the masters were not used to eating this, and they couldn't rest in someone else's teahouse for free. They could just order whatever they wanted and let them eat it.
Mingruo didn't say anything. The tea shed didn't look like it could make delicious food, so he asked A Yuan to go to the carriage to get some snacks. He didn't use the boiling water provided by the tea shed, but used his own small stove to cook them.
Water, make tea.
There are two thatched huts behind the tea shed. The waiter went in to 'pass the food', and soon he heard the sound of cursing and the sobbing of a woman.
Mingruo winked at A Yuan, and A Yuan took a wooden basin and walked to the thatched house. After a while, he came back with a basin of water.
A Yuan brought the water basin to the horse pulling the cart, and then whispered a few words in Mingruo's ear.
The waiter quickly came out of the thatched hut and put a plate of pickles on the table: "The noodle soup will be ready soon. Please wait a moment." After saying that, he went back to the thatched hut.
Mingruo pulled the plate of pickles over, fanned the scent with her hand, and raised her eyebrows slightly - are these pickles mixed with sweat medicine a specialty here?"
Needless to say, even Fifteen felt that the smell of pickles was not right. Is this looking down on people? They were even reluctant to give them colorless and odorless medicine!
Mingruo hooked his fingers at Shififu, Shififu's eyes lit up, and he immediately came over. He saw his wife stuffing a black pill to him and explaining something like this. Shififu pinched the pill and happily went to it.
Went behind.
Not long after, the waiter came out with a few bowls of noodles on a tray: "Sir, please eat the noodles first. I'll bring you the cakes right now."
Mingruo glanced at the noodles with a watery, clear soup and no appetite, and said with a smile: "Your noodles don't look delicious. Fifteen coppers a bowl is too expensive."
"Madam, you must try it. Although our noodles don't look very fragrant, they are delicious with the ancestral seasoning." The waiter replied with a smile.
"Oh." Mingruo has never seen such a shameless person. It turns out that Mongolian sweat medicine is his family's ancestral seasoning!
"I'll get you some bread!" The waiter entered the hut again.
As soon as he entered the door, he was stunned. Several people who had been ambushing under the kitchen fell to the ground in a mess, and their swords fell to the ground. Seeing that something was wrong, they wanted to escape through the back window. As soon as they stepped on the window sill, they were carried by someone.
The back collar was dragged back like a chicken.
The waiter pulled out the dagger from his waist, and with a squeaking sound, his wrist was broken off by someone. He wailed in pain: "Ah... please forgive me... I don't dare to do it anymore..."
Fifteen threw the man back to the ground and stepped on his back: "Tell me, who sent you to assassinate him?"
"No... no assassination..." The waiter was a little confused when asked.
They just robbed, and most of the time they didn't kill anyone. They captured the people back to the village - the young and strong were left to work, and the young and beautiful were dedicated to the big boss. Anyway, the big boss didn't care about the men and women. Only the old, the weak and the sick
Only those who are useless will be killed.
At this time, the woman hiding behind the stove spoke in a trembling voice: "They are all mountain bandits from Shilipo. They run around setting up tea stalls on the outskirts of Yunling City. When they see a suitable target, they stun people and kidnap them.
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The waiter glared at the woman evilly. He also made up an excuse that he took the risk because his family was having a hard time making a living, but that couldn't be justified now.
Fifteen palms knocked the man unconscious, and he returned to the teahouse to tell his master: "They are just a group of bandits, they are not specifically targeting us."
Si Haochen nodded. They had been keeping a low profile on this trip. They had just left the city, so they probably wouldn't attract killers. "How many people are there in total?"
"Including the waiter, there are ten people in total. Among them is a cook who is chained in a thatched hut. She should not be willing to join them." Fifteen scratched his head, "That's the one who told them they were bandits.
