Baozi and the others stopped and stood under the woods to enjoy the shade, wiping the sweat from their foreheads and taking a look at who the warriors were.
For those who dare to walk in the sunshine under such a scorching sun, Baozi respects them as a man.
Soon, before their eyes, a convoy emerged from the woods. There were about twenty people among them, including slaves driving the carriages and martial arts guards.
These slaves drove nearly ten carriages of various sizes. Except for those carrying people, the carriages were all piled high with salutes, which trembled when they passed the potholes.
The butler looked at the situation, and the strong man was afraid that the box would fall. From time to time he would turn around and scold the slaves driving the carriage, saying that if the box fell, they would have to pay for their lives.
These slaves were bare-chested and barefoot, with beads of sweat dripping down their sun-tanned skin.
What caught Baozi's attention was that at the front of the team, there was a slave carrying a fat man who was older than his grandson.
The little fat man was naked, and there was a slave next to him who was holding an umbrella to protect him from the sun, and another slave was fanning him.
Despite this, the little fat man was still sweating profusely and looked listless.
Behind them, several slaves carried two bamboo sedans with awnings.
Sitting on the bamboo sedan on the left is an old lady with a slightly cold face and raised lips. She looks like a ruthless character at first glance.
However, the ferocity of her face was defeated by the heat. She urged the slave to fan herself from time to time, and the bamboo fan in her hand also kept fanning.
There was a man sitting on the bamboo sedan on the right. He was much calmer in such weather. He was stroking the long sword next to the bamboo sedan with his right hand and turned to say something to the guard.
The escorting martial artists were all on horseback, fanning themselves in the wind from time to time, and they were obviously a little impatient. They didn't smile until they saw a few children bunting under the shade of a tree by the roadside.
The little fat man on the slave's back also came to life, pointing to the little grandson holding a gourd and drinking water and shouted: "Water, there is water, I want to drink water."
The little grandson, who was holding the wine gourd, took a sip of water from time to time, and then made a pleasant sound "ah", was frightened, and hid behind Baozi with his short legs.
The warriors had already rushed up. The leading man sat on his horse and asked, "Children, where do you live?"
Baozi pointed in the direction of the town not far away. Only then did the martial artists see a corner of the town among the sparse branches, and their faces showed the joy of having endured hardship.
The man at the head turned back and shouted: "Sir, there is a town ahead, we can take a rest."
The middle-aged lady sitting in the sedan stopped fanning herself and said, "Really? Come on, go on." She slapped her fan with her fan to urge the slave carrying the sedan.
The exhausted slaves gritted their teeth, quickened their pace, and walked towards Baozi and the others with a squeaking sound.
The carriage behind also accelerated its pace, and the salutes on the carriage bumped even harder. The slaves driving the carriage were inevitably whipped by the martial arts masters.
The beaten slave did not dare to resist, so he could only keep up as fast as possible without bumps, secretly cursing in his heart why there were so many potholes on this road.
Everyone was eager to rush to the town to rest, but the little fat man couldn't wait any longer. He clamored for water, and when he passed Baozi, he struggled from the slave and fell to the ground.
After landing, the little fat man took a step forward, stretched out his hand and grabbed the gourd in the little grandson's hand.
Of course, the little grandson didn't give it to him. He hugged it tightly with both hands and looked at the little fat man in surprise. He never expected that he would come to snatch it without saying a word.
The little fat man who couldn't take it away was rude and took advantage of the fact that he was bigger and fatter than his little grandson. He stretched out his hand and pushed the little grandson so that he staggered to sit on the ground. He immediately put the gourd in his hand to his mouth and raised his head.
took a sip.
The sweet and refreshing well water entered his throat, and the heat disappeared suddenly, making the little fat man couldn't help but groan.
He opened his mouth wide and wanted to drink again, but Baozi reacted and grabbed the gourd to stop him, "Hey, how can you rob something?" Baozi said.
"Why are you robbing me?" The little fat man held on and stared at Baozi confidently.
"You..." Baozi had never seen such a shameless person before, so he slapped him down, "This, this is ours."
At this time, the friends had already helped the little grandson up, and came around to look at the fat foreigner with uneasy expressions.
"I bought this gourd. How much does it cost? My family is not short of money." The little fat man clutched the gourd tightly and said to Baozi arrogantly.
Although Baozi loves money now, he still accepts death. He can't stand the behavior of this little fat man, "Why do you steal our things!?"
"Yes, why?" the children in the town shouted at the little fat man, carrying fish baskets on their backs.
The little fat boy was only a little older than the youngest grandson, so he was a little panicked when he was surrounded by big kids like Baozi, but his adults were able to get out of the way in time.
"Why, why? The kid is so thirsty. What's wrong with taking a sip of your water? What's the big deal? If it doesn't work, we'll give him money."
The bamboo sedan carrying the woman stopped nearby. She looked down at Baozi and the others, "Son, give the gourd back to them."
"No, I want to drink." The little fat man took the opportunity to grab the wine gourd and held it in his arms, determined not to let go.
After taking a sip, he was immediately fascinated by the water in the gourd. It tasted even better than jade liquor.
Seeing this, the woman said to Baozi, "We bought this gourd. Let's tell you how much it costs."
"We don't sell it," Baozi said.
"Always, give it to them." The woman ignored the bun and turned to the servant next to her.
The slave next to him immediately took out a bunch of money from his arms and handed it to Baozi.
When Baozi was about to refuse, he immediately swallowed it.
This is a lot of money, and the price is a wine gourd, which only contains the well water of the inn that is about to bottom out.
The little grandson tugged at the corner of Baozi's clothes. This amount of money was enough for them to have a big meal at Brother Sheng's place.
Baozi looked back at his friend and tacitly reached an agreement: if you have money, you won't be a bastard.
As soon as Baozi asked for the money, the woman over there snorted coldly, turned to the little fat man with a smile and said: "Son, you can drink if you want. If you have money, you can buy anything."
The little fat man nodded "hmm" and started drinking.
Baozi is not a person who just gives up, and after making money, it doesn't mean he can't find his way back.
He said earnestly to the little fat man: "Fat man, your mother is right. If you have money, you can do whatever you want."
"From now on, when you see someone else has something good, you go up and grab it from him. Do you understand? If that person dares to criticize you, just tell him to buy it. Your family is not short of money."
"You must be confident and say it without politeness. Do you understand? Then others will sell you things obediently like us."
The little fat man wiped his mouth and nodded after thinking about it seriously. This is a really good idea. You can get what you want right away.
The woman on the bamboo sedan felt something was wrong, but the matter was done and she didn't know what to say in front of her son.
In the end, he could only snort in anger, and said to the slave unhappily: "Hurry up and carry the young master on your back, you lazy boy."
The slave did not dare to neglect, and hurriedly carried the little fat man on his back. The little fat man drank water comfortably on his back, with a smile that almost overflowed his face.
After the slaves behind drove away in the car, the children in the town divided the money equally and said: "How do you think the son-in-law will kill these people who are not short of money?"
"I don't know, if he really dares to say arrogantly that he doesn't need money in front of his brother-in-law, at least one or two of the nearly ten carriages should be left behind," said a child.
"No, no", Baozi shook his head, "If that little fat guy dares to rob first and buy later at the inn, I estimate that I will have to leave three or four cars behind."
The little grandson put the money in his pocket, rubbed his butt and said, "I, I'm going to tell Brother Sheng that he bullied me and asked Brother Sheng to ask for an extra car from him."
After that, he walked away with his short legs.
Baozi also ran towards the town, and the people behind him called him, "What are you in a hurry for?"
"Look for a gourd to fill with water, and sell him a few more gourds." Baozi said.
When the friends behind heard this, they followed him with a "hula" carrying a bamboo basket.