Chapter 65 Yang Family Martial Arts SchoolYang Lianghui
There was nothing to say all night. At six o'clock in the morning of the next day, before it was dark, Huang An had already gotten up early.
The breathing method of the five internal organs has reached a state of perfection. After a night, fatigue is gone.
Huang An sat on the bed, stretched out his hand, and with a thought, a porcelain bowl appeared in his palm.
The porcelain bowl contains dark medicinal soup, which is the boiled and sealed Kaishen soup.
Although Huang An's martial arts cultivation has reached the late stage of the five internal organs realm, according to Senior Sister Zhao's instructions, as long as he has not broken through to the six internal organs realm, this five internal organs soup is still somewhat useful.
Huang An is a wealthy man, so he naturally listened to his senior sister's advice and rotated the Five Zang Soup every seven days, which has never been interrupted to this day.
Unfortunately, without Guiyuan Tang, Huang An could only do nothing.
In addition, the inn was crowded with people and the place was too small for him to practice, so Huang An gave up on practicing martial arts and just focused on practicing the breathing method of the five internal organs and waiting for the morning.
At six-thirty in the morning, the sky was slightly bright, and Huang An walked out of the room amidst the waiter's screams for bed.
After eating a few big buns, Huang An bought three raw eggs in the store, and also bought some cooked food as a disguise, wrapped them and put them in the bag.
Holding a raw egg in his hand, Huang An followed his son to the stable in the backyard of Kezhai.
He patted the old black horse on the head and asked the waiter to feed him some fodder. Finally, under the envious gaze of the waiter, Huang An stuffed three raw eggs into the old black horse's mouth and served him to eat them himself.
At 7:30 in the morning, the sky was completely bright. According to the previous schedule, I went out early.
It's just that the road from Fen County to Youzhou City is very special. It starts late and has enough time.
Huang An, who walked, ate, and inquired about the details of the road ahead, finally took his horse and lined up out of the city.
Following the direction of the flow of people, Huang An identified the direction of Youzhou City, got on his horse, and walked straight along the southwest road.
According to what he heard in Feng'an City, what he said to the waiter yesterday, and what he learned from a roadside vendor in the morning, Huang An was unable to reach Youzhou City directly today.
Unless he can abandon his old horse and rush on his life.
Huang An was naturally reluctant to part with it. Although this old horse was ugly, it was easy to ride.
Moreover, it was also a gift from his senior sister, and since it was a life-saving gift, Huang An naturally did not want to give it up.
When he was in Feng'an City, he inquired about the situation along the way and had a good understanding of the basic route.
Last night I gave the waiter two more copper coins and made further inquiries.
The entire Youzhou is located in the western border of the Ming Dynasty and is a borderland. The terrain of the entire state is extremely complex, especially with the most mountains and dense forests.
After leaving Fen County, we went eighty miles southwest to Luoyangpo. The difficulty of the journey was frightening.
All along the way, there are gaps between mountains, ravines everywhere, falling rocks often blocking the road, and turbulent streams.
There is nothing to fear from jackals, tigers and leopards, but it is difficult to stop the bandits and thieves, and there are even alien mountain people who are trying to rob us.
The journey was so difficult that even the high-ranking warriors did not dare to walk alone.
This is why it is now half past seven, and Huang Ancai followed the crowd out of the city gate.
They may not know each other, but they can still stick together to stay warm and overcome difficulties together.
What's more, I often travel between the two places, and I am familiar with the route and the top of the mountain.
Gradually, a fixed escort team was formed to protect people or caravans heading to Youzhou along the way.
This has almost become a profession. They have a special Zhuangzi village outside the city that is responsible for receiving escort tasks.
Of course, this is for cashiers.
As for whether there was any other nastiness involved, Huang An didn't ask, and the waiter didn't say anything.
But what Huang An can be sure of is that it must be there.
Nowadays, if someone eats evil and eats evil, it can save someone's life, which is already a blessing from the ancestors.
After exiting the west city gate of Fen County, Huang An was inconspicuous in the crowd.
Fen County, like Feng'an City, is a small county town with extremely congested traffic. An official road directly connects the two counties and one city.
The two counties and all surrounding villages and towns are gathered here for those who want to go to Youzhou City.
There were figures in front and behind him, probably as many as a hundred or twenty people.
Among them were caravans, people with families, and warriors gathered together.
The Lone Ranger was not found, but there were many people dressed like Huang An.
Those pulling horses, those driving oxen, and those riding donkeys were all among them, and each carried a murderous weapon with him.
Among them, there are twelve or three who have the appearance of warriors. Huang An can recognize them alone.
Presumably they have the same purpose as Huang An.
There were even caravans mixed in, driving carts and oxen, and walking along the carts.
Huang An followed the flow of people and walked down the road. After a while, he arrived at a lively place.
This is a wooden guest village located on a hillside.
There were a large number of low wooden houses, row after row. Looking at the black ash on the stone steps and wooden beams, Huang An knew that this village was probably quite old.
This is the village where people make a living, living on the mountain roads, and usually accept some escort missions.
Of course, there are also farmers working in the village.
The reputation of this village spread throughout the two counties, and it was called Xialin Village.
The leader of the village is from the Ming Dynasty. He is a master in the middle stage of the Bronze Skin Realm. He was also a member of the military in the early years. For some reason, he took off his armor and military status and came here to build such a village.
His subordinates are mainly Ming people, but there are also Qiang people, and there are even seven or eight Huns.
The entire village, including the homes of these people, is probably home to several thousand people.
With such a huge property, it is no wonder that we can occupy the best position and make a living here.
Five miles further on, there is another escort team.
If Huang An wanted to go through this difficult journey of eighty miles, he would naturally have to join an escort team.
Rats have their own ways, snakes have their own ways, Huang An understands the principle of doing as the Romans do.
Going with the flow can save you a lot of trouble.
The charging standard for Xialin Village is open to the public, one tael of silver per person and half a tael for horses and livestock.
As for the goods, I heard that the commission is based on a certain percentage.
But sometimes it is calculated based on the number of cars, and the waiter at the store doesn't know much about it, so Huang An naturally won't ask more.
The price is quite high, after all, they cannot guarantee safety.
If you encounter thieves or have an accident, hurt someone or damage goods, they will not compensate you.
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Huang An secretly complained, but he was not stupid enough to fight for the rights of his "consumers".
Such a high price discouraged some pedestrians. After waiting in front of the village for a while, they gathered a group of pedestrians who were also dissatisfied with the price and continued walking down the road.
There are similar villages in the back, and the escort prices are relatively cheap.
Huang An pulled the old horse and stood in the queue to pay the money. He watched these people leave shouting without any intention of moving.
Now that Lin Zhai can gain a foothold here, take advantage of the opportunity, and make the waiters in the shop full of praise, there must be something special about him.
A little money is spent.
The team is supposed to leave at 8:30, and they are currently counting the number of people and checking their luggage and goods. It is said that they will leave in ten minutes.
Huang An counted carefully and found that there should be about fifty-two members of the escort team.
The leader was a middle-aged man with a stubble on his face, his body was as strong as a black bear, and he was dragging a big hammer in his hand.
There are spikes on the hammer, which seem to be caused by being frequently stained with blood. There are dark red marks between the gaps in the hammer.
Such a murderous weapon makes people shudder when looking at it.
"This person should be the second in charge of the village, a master in the early stage of the Bronze Skin Realm!"
Huang An's eyes flashed and he stood on tiptoes to inquire about the entire team.
The number of these pedestrians is estimated to be eighty or ninety, mostly in small groups of three or four, and there are also two caravans composed of more than twenty people.
The total number of people in the entire team is expected to be around 130 people.
The number of horses exceeds thirty, and the number of cattle and donkeys is about the same.
"This trip, please save two or three hundred taels of silver!"
Huang An was secretly stunned, what a great way to make money.
But when he thought of the big village, Huang An figured it out again.
The money doesn't seem to be much.
Everyone in the village, young and old, rely on this mountain road for food and support for warriors to practice martial arts, so it makes sense to earn more.
Suddenly, Huang An's eyes froze, his tiptoed feet immediately fell down, and his whole head was pressed against the old horse's neck, as if he was avoiding something.
"Why are they here?"
Huang An was secretly surprised.
He actually saw a familiar face in one of the caravans.
Yang Family Martial Arts School——Yang Lianghui.
The disciple from the Yang Family Martial Arts School who robbed him of his money in the small courtyard in the east of the city even kicked him when he left.
This man was talking to Yu Mao, the second head of Xialin Village, with his head bowed. The two seemed to know each other.
In other words, Yang Lianghui seemed to be trying to curry favor with Yu Mao.
Because Huang An could guess that the heavy-looking bag in Yang Lianghui's hand should contain silver.
Huang An's complexion changed slightly, and suddenly his heart moved, and he said secretly:
"I have practiced martial arts successfully, and my appearance has recovered quickly. I have gained twenty kilograms, and even grown three centimeters in height. I have also changed into linen clothes. He will not recognize me!"
Huang An's thoughts changed rapidly and he tried his best to think of the good.
Don't blame him for thinking this way.
The conflict between him and Yang Lianghui was ultimately an unexpected encounter.
Who would remember the face of a person who was randomly bullied by him?
If Huang An's guess was correct, Yang Lianghui might not have even seen his face clearly that day, only remembering his rickety back.
Thinking of this, Huang An felt a little at ease, and then started to wonder why the disciples of the Yang Family Martial Arts School were here.
Could it be that he also went to Youzhou to join the army?
But it doesn't look like it, their salutes are too few.
And there were too many of them. There were eleven or twelve martial arts disciples, so they wouldn’t join the army together, right?
Huang An was puzzled, but he pretended to be nothing and mingled with the crowd.
The team was quickly organized. When Huang An saw the others getting on their horses, he followed suit and got on the horse.
He wanted to keep a low profile, but everyone else was riding horses and he was the one pulling the horse. Wouldn't that attract more attention?
Arriving just after half past eight, the time was just right.
"Set off!"
The second boss, Yu Mao, shouted loudly, and the team slowly left the village square in order.
Riding on a horse, your field of vision suddenly broadens a lot.
He was now at the back of the team. With his eyes slightly narrowed, Huang An looked at the entire team.
In the center of the queue are various types of oxen and donkey carts, as well as goods pulled by horse-drawn carriages.
The two caravans walked in the middle, the safest position.
At the head of the team was Yu Mao, who was riding a tall horse with a hammer handle on his shoulder. Behind him were five men on horseback and seven or eight men on foot.
These people are all members of the escort team of Xialin Village.
Some of them have martial arts skills, but most of them look like normal, strong men.
The people from the Yang Family Martial Arts School, who made Huang An a little worried, were also slightly ahead of the team.
There are two caravans in the middle of the team.
Judging by their clothes, there were a total of twelve people visiting the Yang Family Martial Arts School.
They were in front and behind the first caravan. Yang Lianghui led six people in front of the caravan, and another six people were behind the first caravan.
"Did they take the business and escort the caravan from Feng'an County to Youzhou City? The flag of the caravan should belong to the Yunshan Chamber of Commerce."
Huang An understood.
He narrowed his eyes slightly and looked carefully, confirming his guess.
After the Zhao Family Martial Arts School moved away, the atmosphere in Feng'an City suddenly changed. The major forces in the city that were about to fall out became friendly and harmonious overnight.