Little lucky girl with supernatural powers in the farm, becomes rich in business and raises cubs

Chapter 82 Entering Qiang and Tibet

The dagger was sharp, and in a short while most of the charcoal handprint was cut off, leaving only a blurred spot.

At this moment, Xiaoruo also realized that the fairy and Yuyi he was muttering in his mouth were probably the story of the Seven Fairies.

She thought it was a little funny, and took Xiaoxun's hand that was still sharpening the wood.

"Okay, don't do it, you cut such a big piece, the car curtain can't cover it, how can you return it to Shopkeeper Qian when you go back."

Xiaoxun stopped, touched the sunken Chexuan, and said solemnly: "This was hacked by the bandits."

He felt that it was almost done, so he put away the dagger.

"Ruo Ruo, I will always be here, it's you who don't be afraid of me..."

Don't be afraid of me, don't leave me, don't alienate me because of my unspoken love.

These words rolled back and forth on Xiaoxun's lips, but he finally swallowed them down.

For Xiaoruo, he shook off the blanket and covered him, tucked it up, and said in a low voice, "Go to sleep, it's too late, we have to go on the road tomorrow."

After finishing speaking, he got up and blew out the fish oil lamp, exited the carriage and closed the door tightly.

Wrapped in a warm blanket in the dark, Xiao Ruo felt like she was in a thick embrace.

All worries and apprehensions were isolated from the carriage like the cold wind.

Her chest was sore, numb, and swollen. She wanted to say a lot, but there was nowhere to express her words. In the end, she just muttered: "If you are so courageous, how can you be a puppy, is this a wolf?"

Rubbing her cheeks against the soft blanket, Xiaoruo finally fell asleep with peace of mind.

Dawn broke the next day, and the caravan regrouped and continued on its way.

The bandits were tied with hemp rope, like two strings of zongzi, one next to the other at the end of the last carriage of the caravan.

Near noon, the caravan arrived at the new town. Jiang Ping and Ran Zhongren handed over the deserters and bandits to the local Sima, and received five bolts of silk and ten catties of tea as rewards.

"Tsk, Sima Te is being stingy here, and more than 50 deserters and more than [-] bandits gave this little thing." Ran Zhongren's thick fingers flipped through the silk cloth, which was not considered exquisite, and cursed.

Jiang Ping said: "Here is no better than our Qinzhou. It is not bad to have five bolts of silk and ten catties of tea. I will exchange them for wine and meat later, and reward my brothers well."

Hearing this, Ran Zhongren frowned, and muttered: "How much wine and meat can be exchanged for such a little thing, it's not enough for me to eat and drink alone..."

As he spoke, he pulled his big hand into his pocket, took out his money bag and stuffed it into Jiang Ping's hand.

"I'll add some, buy more good wine and meat, if you want to eat, eat to your heart's content!"

This action was beyond Jiang Ping's expectation, he raised his eyebrows, and looked at this big man who was bigger than him again.

"Look at what I'm doing, I just want to fight and kill, and I'm not so stingy!" Ran Zhongren said in a rough voice when he was a little uncomfortable being seen.

Jiang Ping understood why the shopkeeper insisted on letting this fiendish god be the head of the bodyguard. Although he was reckless and aggressive, he always targeted his opponent.

For his own people, this evil god is still just like his name, benevolent and righteous.

Jiang Ping patted Ran Zhongren's arm with a smile, and said loudly: "Okay! I'll add some too! Let's all eat to our heart's content!"

In addition to the necessary dry food supplies that day, the bodyguard team also bought dozens of catties of roast mutton and local specialty beer, and even the people with the caravan had a good meal.

After dinner and departure, some people in the caravan were unwilling to continue on the road.

They grew up in the prosperous south of the Yangtze River. They can't say that they are well-clothed and well-fed, and they have never faced life and death as they did yesterday.

They thought it was just a business trip. They went to negotiate a good price to buy the goods, and they would receive a generous reward when they returned to Qinzhou. No one thought that they might be hacked to death halfway.

It's one thing to be a clerk to the shopkeeper, it's another to lose your life.

The bodyguards didn't force them, and those who didn't want to go on the road stayed here and went home on their own, or returned to Qinzhou together when they returned, it was up to them to choose.

In the end, the original team of 70 people went on the road again, only less than half of them.

After walking for another month or so, the endless grassland gradually appeared in everyone's eyes.

The dry wind blows the green ocean, the sun is warm, the cattle and sheep are lazy, and more and more white appears on the top of the huge stretch of mountains, spreading to the foot of the mountain little by little.

They finally arrived at the Qiang and Tibetans.

The Qiang and the Tibetans are vast and sparsely populated, and the caravan did not see a single living person for several days. Only thirty or so of them were walking through the vast and empty wilderness. marginal.

Ma Laosan came to knock on Xiaoruo's carriage again with the horse's belly between his legs.

"Sister Xiao, Huha... Huha... Another bowl of candy..."

He had chest tightness and shortness of breath since he entered the Qiang tribe.

After Xiaoruo checked for him, she told him that it was mild altitude sickness, which would be relieved after a few days to adapt to the Qiang and Tibetan environment.

The human body consumes a lot at high altitudes, and sugar can quickly replenish energy and relieve symptoms.This is the same reason that modern people drink Red Bull, Coke or butter tea milk tea to fight altitude sickness.
In order to prevent altitude sickness, Xiaoruo prepared some rough sugar early, and imitated the previous people, snapping two bowl-shaped hollow sugar cubes together, wrapping the outside with oiled paper and sealing wax to prevent moisture.

Taking out a bowl of candy, she peeled off the oiled paper and handed it to Ma Laosan.

Ma Laosan couldn't wait to stuff the candy into his mouth, wrapped his tongue and sucked it for a while, before he felt the tightness in his chest relieved a bit.

"Hey, fortunately there is Miss Xiao here." He shook his head and said.

Ever since he came to the Qiang and the Tibetans, he felt dizzy all day long, and only after eating the bowl of candy given by Xiaoruo would he regain his clarity.

"Brother Ma San, are you begging for candy from Xiaoruo again? When will you quit candy?" Zhai Er teased him.

Ma Laosan deliberately refuted, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you can't think of what to say, after all, among the thirty or so people, he is the only one who needs to eat sugar frequently to relieve his discomfort.

In the end, he could only snort from his nose, and let Zhai Er and the others tease him.

Ran Zhongren rode his horse from the end of the team to the head of the team in a few steps, keeping pace with Jiang Ping.

"Boss Jiang, is our direction the right direction? Didn't you say it's only a three or four day trip to Guoluo?"

The rough voice floated far away in the vast wilderness.

Jiang Ping took out the map from his arms and unfolded it, trying to distinguish the chaotic lines on it.

"It stands to reason that it is correct. Guoluo is the largest tribe here, and the old man from the last town pointed in this direction..."

He also became unsure. After all, it was the first time for everyone to take the Qiang-Tibetan route. Could it be that they really took the wrong route?

Just as he was falling into self-doubt, a crisp whip sound came from a distance.

Within a few seconds, rumbling sounds appeared from the horizon. The sound was so thick that it seemed that the ground was trembling slightly.

The horse under his crotch stopped in place, scratched the ground with its hooves uneasily, and neighed from time to time.

Everyone clenched their weapons tightly, their eyes fixed on the horizon.

(End of this chapter)