surnamed Wang

Chapter 161

After everyone had lunch at Gongduwei, they continued on to the next stop, Antonwei.

Antonwei belongs to Donglu. Because it is adjacent to the sea, it is rich in sea salt, and fishing and hunting are also developed, so it can be regarded as a developed place in the whole of Donglu.

It is a thousand miles away from Gongduwei to Andongwei, and with a good horse, it only takes one day to get there.

But how can it be so easy to find a good horse, and there are a lot of people on this trip, and they are also pulling a lot of food, grass and weapons, so the speed of travel will naturally be compromised.Judging by the current speed of travel, it will take at least one and a half days to arrive.

Liu Luming, who just made four catties of kelp in Gongduwei, had already lost his temper by the sun, and now he was fanning vigorously with Wang Gangquan's fan, but even so, it didn't cool him down much, on the contrary it made him feel even cooler. It's hot.

On Wang Gangquan's side, he closed his eyes and meditated without any sweat.

"Hey, brother Wang, don't you feel hot at all?"

Without even raising his eyelids, Wang Gangquan spit out a few words: "The mind is calm and cool."

"Yeah, you're amazing."

At this moment, the fan in Liu Luming's hand was almost smoking, and he was almost shirtless.

Wang Gangquan is not actually meditating. Although his cultivation base is gone, the benefits of cultivation are still there. At least he is more resistant to cold and heat than ordinary people.

Of course, the main reason why he resisted the heat so much was that before he left Gongduwei, he specially asked the local guard for some ice cubes and secretly put them in the iron box under his body. Now his ass is not to mention how cool it is.

Liu Luming on the side didn't know this, and he thought he was really a master of the world.

But this can last at most one afternoon, and tomorrow, I am afraid it will be the real hardship.

"I'm thirsty, Brother Wang, do you still have water?"

Liu Luming has been drinking water all afternoon, and his water bladder has bottomed out at this time.

"I have ice water here, do you want it?"

"Oh? Where did you get it?"

Liu Luming regained his energy immediately. It was almost evening, and he should be able to reach the next station in a while, but he couldn't bear it anymore, let alone ice water, even hot water. Made a cup of tea and drank it.

"Close your eyes first."

"What?"

"Do you want to drink?"

"Okay, I'll shut up."

Seeing that the other party was obediently closing his eyes, Wang Gangquan began to fiddle with it.

Although Liu Luming is two, he is not stupid. If Wang Gangquan asked him to shut him down, would he really know how to shut him down?This guy seems to be honest, but in fact he has already started peeking.

But what he saw next completely cracked him apart: Wang Gangquan took out a broken bowl out of nowhere, then moved his buttocks, opened the box sitting under him, and then scooped out the bowl from inside. A bowl of ice water.

"Brother Wang, you are not being righteous!"

Liu Luming couldn't take it anymore, the other party secretly hid ice cubes to cool down, but now he still wants to drink the ice water melted with his butt?It's a bit deceiving!
Wang Gingquan didn't feel embarrassed when he was found out. After all, there are two thick-skinned men in the capital, one is Liu Luming, and the other is him. The former still learned from him.

He cleared his throat and said, "After sitting for so long, my buttocks are almost getting frostbite, and I don't know who will be blessed to take over my throne."

"I'm coming, I'm coming!"

Liu Luming, who was still filled with righteous indignation just now, was like a pug at this moment. He hurried forward to take the broken bowl from Wang Gangquan's hand, then sat down on the iron box, and then let out a ecstatic cry: "Ah... cool!"

Don't forget to take a sip of the ice water in the bowl after speaking.

……

Goutai Station is a small post station with a history of hundreds of years. This post station has existed since the Northern Yuan Dynasty. Due to its special location, after the establishment of the dynasty, it has been preserved here until now.

The Goutai Station occupies a small area, and there are only four postmen. The treatment here was not bad before, and the place is quite spacious.

Later, the imperial court re-planned the prefectures and counties, and set up Yanzhou Mansion in the southwest of Goutaiyi. Yanzhou Mansion connected Andongwei and Gongduwei with wide roads. After several years of development, Yanzhou Mansion has become quite prosperous.

Although the route from Goutai Station to Andongwei is much shorter than that of Yanzhou Prefecture, due to the ruggedness of the road, it takes about the same time as Yanzhou Prefecture, which is farther away.

This also leads to fewer and fewer people walking here. As time goes on and the road is barren, no one wants to go.

The house leak happened to rain overnight. Just last year, the Goutai Station, which had a small number of people, ushered in another heavy rain.

Heavy rains caused houses to collapse and a postman was killed instantly by falling beams.

The higher-ups wanted to take this opportunity to cancel the posthouse, but the remaining few people really have deep feelings for it, especially the old postman who has experienced the change of dynasties. Poor, so I made an exception and allocated some money to repair this place, which saved the Goutai Station from being abolished.

However, the size of the post house has been greatly reduced. The original three rooms have become one, and there will be no new postmen to report here in the future.

……

At this time, in the post house, a young man was carving something on the pillar, and a middle-aged man smiled and said: "I said, Hong Mao, can you stop messing with that pillar all the time? There is only one pillar left, and if one day you collapse it, let's see if the old Wutou will hit you on the head with a wine gourd."

The young man called Hong Mao looked less than twenty, and he was the youngest postman in the Goutai station.I don't know if it's because he didn't grow long, or because he didn't keep up with his nutrition when he was a child. Compared with the middle-aged man next to him, he is just like a little chicken.

Both of them are postmen of this post station, besides them, there is also an old post postman surnamed Wu.

After Hong Mao heard the banner of "Old Wutou", he was obviously a little frightened. After all, it was thanks to him that he kept the only pillar of the ditch station.

Although he was afraid in his heart, he still said firmly: "I am a peerless martial artist. Our small station doesn't have a pen and paper, so I can only draw on the pillars with clods of soil."

Speaking of this, he suddenly lowered his head, and the middle-aged man beside him also sighed.

That's right, there is no pen and paper in a dignified station!
They used to have them, but the heavy rain not only took the life of a person in the post house, but also took away all the paper and pens.

Afterwards, Old Aconitum had applied to the superiors more than once, but they were not approved, not because of how precious this thing was, but because the superiors felt that it was unnecessary.

After all, in the eyes of outsiders, this post house has long lost its original function, so there is no need for paper and pens.Even the horses were pulled down to one, an old horse with a slight lameness.

Just when the two were silent, an old man came from outside the door, bringing a smell of bad wine as soon as he entered the door.

"You bastards, it's time for a big job. There will be some high-ranking officials staying here, so we have to make room for them."

"A high-ranking official will come to a place like ours?" The young man on the side took the lead in expressing his disbelief.

Hearing the words, the old man picked up the wine gourd and threw it at the young man, "You bastard, did you start to dislike the broken house before your hair even grew?"

"Hey, old Wutou, I warn you, I have practiced iron head kungfu, if your wine gourd is smashed, I will not pay for it!"

The old man known as the old black head heard the words and hurriedly put away the gourd, this was one of his few treasures.

According to what he said, he tore it from a gourd vine in her yard while a pretty widow was not paying attention. Every time he talked about this pretty widow, he couldn't finish talking, but when he got married, Didn't dare to say anything.

To use Hong Mao's saying that is often on the lips: "The four of us are just so promising."

But since the last rainstorm, there is another person missing from this statement.

(End of this chapter)