The caravan steward chased the horse's ass and suddenly shouted from behind.
Huang An looked over in response and found that it was the caravan manager. He was surprised and asked:
"What's the matter?"
Huang An is obviously familiar with his identity as a warrior.
In this Ming Dynasty, warriors were regarded as superiors, and all other professions had to be sidelined.
Those who can afford to practice martial arts are all from well-off families.
A warrior can join the army to kill the enemy. After retreat, he can return to his hometown to guard one side or become a country squire. At a higher level, he can also go to the capital to serve as a general or prime minister.
As for scholars?
Martial artists are also scholars. How can one practice martial arts without studying?
Those who are successful in martial arts are all those who have read poetry and books.
There are also pure scholars, but their status is not high. They are usually minor officials in the county, working behind the warriors.
The steward was not angry at all when faced with Huang An's lukewarm tone. Instead, he seemed even happier because Huang An talked to him.
His feet were much faster, he came forward and walked side by side with Huang An.
His head was even worse than the horse's head under Huang An's crotch, and it looked particularly funny as he jogged under his feet.
Such behavior attracted the attention of many members of the escort team.
"I see that your Excellency is alone and has come all the way from afar with no one to talk to. Why don't you go with the villain's caravan to Youzhou and have someone to talk to on the way?"
The steward's words puzzled Huang An, but his next actions made Huang An understand what he meant.
He took out two broken pieces of silver from his pocket, probably as many as two taels.
This is because I am afraid of hurting my face, so I speak euphemistically to everyone I talk to.
But his real intention is to hire me to help him watch the caravan and provide an additional layer of security for the caravan?
Under the influence of his father since he was a child, Huang An is good at human relations and sophistication, and he quickly realized it.
He pinched the groom, and the old horse's speed suddenly slowed down.
Sure enough, before he could agree, a young man dressed as a servant chased after him with a butcher shop in hand.
The steward smiled, took over the butcher's shop, raised the silver in one hand, and grabbed the butcher's shop with the other, without stopping, walking slowly at the speed of the old horse.
A pair of smiling eyes looked at Huang An.
He is a shrewd businessman, but unfortunately he is not shrewd enough to do such a stupid thing.
No wonder this steward is still following the carriage at such an old age. He doesn’t understand the world at all. Why didn’t he notice the guards of Xialin Village who were watching eagerly around them?
Huang An really didn't want to get into trouble. He knew his own abilities, so where could he take on private work?
Besides, all the work in this trip was done by Xialin Village. How stupid would he be if he took the money?
How will Shi Yumao and others deal with themselves?
Huang An waved his hand at the steward, glanced at him again, turned to look at the Xialin Village guard behind him who had an unkind look, and Huang An said coldly:
"No, just give the money to Master Yu Maoyu and the others."
After Huang An finished speaking, he clamped the horse's belly and continued walking forward.
As for the steward who heard Huang An's profound tone, his face suddenly turned blue and white.
He turned to look at the other side of the caravan, and saw several guards staring at him with unkind expressions, and some of them gritted their teeth.
The steward's intestines were bruised, so he quickly took his hands and went to prepare dried fruits for the butcher's shop to apologize.
He was confused for a moment, and when he saw the martial artist walking alone, he wanted to curry favor with him, but he didn't expect that it would cause trouble.
After Huang An rode his horse to the middle of the caravan, he kept a constant speed, neither fast nor slow.
It seemed that Huang An's behavior just now was recognized by the guards. When these people passed by Huang An, they smiled kindly at him.
Time passed slowly, and the sky gradually became darker.
Huang An and the others were not slow and walked for more than half an hour.
After walking another twenty miles, we were now less than ten miles away from Luoyangpo. Now no thieves were seen, and everyone heaved a sigh of relief.
It will be completely dark in a while. Those thieves won't be using torches to steal money, right?
As long as it gets dark, they will be safe today.
There were only ten miles left to go. Although everyone was tired, they gritted their teeth and pushed the cart, and the speed was actually a bit faster.
At about 5:40 in the evening, the leading troops were almost at Luoyangpo, less than 500 meters away.
Huang An looked far into the distance. A few minutes later, beside Yu Mao, who was walking in the front, three men rode horses and ran quickly towards Luoyangpo.
They obviously went to explore the situation inside the slope to see if there were any bandits ambushing them.
The team stopped and waited for news.
Huang An got off the horse, unwrapped the package, stuffed meat cakes into his mouth, and fed the old horse water.
According to the information he heard, the section of road they were walking on was the most dangerous section.
However, Huang An felt that since it was already late, the thieves would not choose this time to attack them.
Once you pass Luoyangpo, it will be much safer.
Huang An fed the horse, then got on its back, waiting for the members of the escort team to explore the road to return.
Sure enough, the thieves really wouldn't take action at this time.
The spies came back roaring on horseback soon.
Huang An looked at them and seemed to be talking to Yu Mao about something, probably about the road conditions ahead and the safe environment in the poplar forest.
After a while, Yu Mao roared and the team began to move again.
Luoyangpo is a small hillside about two to three hundred meters high with a gentle slope. There are many poplar trees on it and the view is relatively wide.
There are many traces left by travelers here, and stone stoves can be seen everywhere.
By the time Huang An arrived, the caravan members and escorts had already set up their camp outside.
Yu Mao personally led a team to patrol the surrounding area.
These caravans and escorts are different from people like Huang An. They have more cattle and horses and can carry tents.
Huang An glanced over and saw that seven or eight tents had been erected one after another, and more people were busy hammering and tying ropes and fixing the tent stakes.
Huang An did not have a tent, but before setting off in the morning, he bought two blankets made of wool and unknown animal skins on the streets of Fen County.
He is a warrior. Although he is physically ill, he can still easily bear the slight chill.
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He chose a big tree with leeward wind next to the camp of everyone in Xialin Village, and tied the old horse to the protruding roots at the root of the tree.
If nothing had happened before it got completely dark, he would have slept here today.
There are many people like Huang An who are looking for a place to sleep out.
Near him were the carriages and ox-carts of the Yang Family Martial Arts School and the Yunshan Chamber of Commerce. Both caravans were in the center of the camp, close to the camp area guarded by the Xialin Village.
The disciples of the Yang Family Martial Arts School and the people of the Yunshan Chamber of Commerce are very vigilant.
Huang An could see clearly that these people were standing scattered, and there were even people patrolling back and forth.
It seems that his guess is correct and the value of their goods is indeed relatively high.
However, these were none of Huang An's business. He continued to look around and familiarize himself with the surrounding environment.
The movements of warriors and those with families were much bolder than his, and some had already untied their saddles, wrapped their bags, etc.
Obviously, they thought nothing would happen tonight.
After all, they were all at Luoyangpo now, the sky was getting dark, and it was probably less than an hour until dark.
However, they looked around from time to time and asked about the actions of the Linzhai guards, which still revealed their nervous and fearful mentality.
This is a border area. There are many bandits wanted by the court, and there are also foreign mountain people who cross the mountains and ridges to block the road.
There are even rumors that border troops disguised themselves as thieves and robbed people on the road.
There are so many threats, and their hearts will not be at peace until it gets completely dark.
Huang An leaned against the tree trunk, eating the dead dough pancakes one bite at a time, occasionally taking a sip of water, and paying attention to the movements around him.
After a while, someone couldn't help it anymore, took out tightly wrapped charcoal blocks, and placed them in the fire pit left by the predecessors.
After waiting for a while, I would light it with a fire stick and bury the pot to boil water.
This cold winter is not over yet, it is cold and gloomy again today, and after taking a break now, it will be extremely cold.
Some of them didn't bring any charcoal, so they led the crowd to various places on the mountain to look for firewood.
Huang An was unmoved and didn't bother to boil water.
Finally, during this anxious waiting, night fell and the sky became darker and darker until it was completely dark at seven o'clock in the evening.
Everyone breathed a sigh of relief, and the sound of chatting and laughing filled the entire camp in a very short period of time.
The gentle mountain breeze makes it feel like camping in the wild.
It's dark, which means they are safe today.
After passing Luoyangpo, the road tomorrow will be much easier. If everything goes well, we can reach Youzhou City at noon.
Maybe we can make it in time for lunch.
Soon, a fire was lit in this poplar forest, and the aroma of roasting food was blown everywhere by the mountain wind.
Perhaps it was because of the martial arts, or perhaps because Huang An could often eat vegetables, but his vision was not greatly affected in this dark forest.
He could clearly see the movement within fifteen meters around him.
He took out the blankets, spread one on the ground, and put the other aside, preparing to wrap it around him later.
Then he got up and took off the luggage from the horse, placing it on the root of a tree as a pillow for sleeping.
He would sleep here at night.
The Hongying spear is kept at hand, ensuring that he can get it at any time.
Remove the saddle and other camouflage luggage so that the old horse can rest.
Finally, Huang An took out the noodles and dried meat. Huang An sat on the blanket and started to eat them one bite after another.
The old horse beside him had his nose twitching, walking back and forth on the ground from time to time, and his head was moving towards Huang An.
Apparently, it also smelled the fragrance of grains in the air.
Huang An chuckled, finished eating in a few bites, stood up, walked to the package, squatted down, and groped around for a while.
After two breaths, five raw eggs suddenly appeared in Huang An's hand, as well as a large piece of dead dough pancake.
Huang An bought Lao Ma's fodder from the waiter in the shop in the morning. He bought the raw eggs before leaving town in the morning and buried them in the fodder.
This old horse saved Huang An's life and prevented him from a lot of trouble. It was given by two senior sisters, so Huang An naturally liked it very much.
Lao Ma also saw the raw eggs and flour pancakes in Huang An's hand, and he suddenly screamed happily "Ee'er, e'er, e'er".
Huang An laughed. This old horse is a nocturnal animal and its eyesight is much better than his.
He walked closer and was about to stuff the egg into the horse's mouth.
Sudden.
There was a soft "pop" sound, and Huang An felt his wrist being grasped by a strong hand.