The road from Wulipu Village to Lintao Town is not far, that is, the appearance of twenty miles of road, Zhao Cunxiao and Zhao Mingde said that they would send Zhao Xiaojun to the township school in the town, so he borrowed a wildebeest carriage in the village, and was driving Zhao Xiaojun to Lintao Town on the way to Lintao Town.

The wildebeest is one of the species unique to northern Xinjiang, and they have learned how to domesticate this seemingly ferocious animal as early as the Qiang people were still all over the land.

The wildebeest is huge, and the largest weighs nearly 300 kilograms. With a thick head, a black mane like a goat, and a body that ranges from blue-gray to dark brown, it looks very aggressive, but after many years of domestication, wildebeest has become extremely docile from the bones.

The most important thing is that the wildebeest is far more adaptable to the environment than the horse, whether it is dense bush, open woodland floodplains, or arid Gobi desert, it can survive tenaciously.

The wildebeest has a wide shoulder, which is very suitable for putting on the frame, and the endurance is also very good, so in the land of northern Xinjiang, you can always see an endless stream of wildebeest convoys, and even you can occasionally find a sporadic Jindan monk on the wildebeest.

After all, on the desolate northern frontier, it is not a good choice to travel long distances against the wind, and unscrupulously exposing one's whereabouts and squandering one's true qi will only be buried in the hands of bandits like wolves.

Zhao Xiaojun, who was lying in the horneous carriage, looked at Zhao Cunxiao's back and shouted boredly:

"Uncle Zhao. ”

Before the words fell, Zhao Cunxiao threw over with a whip, and made a whip in front of Zhao Xiaojun.

"Hey, do you think you let you pass on to my household yesterday and enter the family tree for fun? I'm your dad now!"

Dad? Zhao Xiaojun fell silent for a while, what should his father look like, he didn't know, maybe like the uncles of Cangshanzhai?

Maybe......

Zhao Cunxiao saw that Zhao Xiaojun was silent, thinking that he couldn't accept it for a while, so he immediately explained:

"If you really don't want to shout, just call it godfather, the Zhao family is a family that pays great attention to etiquette, if you call me uncle in front of others, I'm afraid you will be laughed at. ”

Zhao Xiaojun shook his head and whispered that it didn't matter.

Seeing that Zhao Xiaojun was a little depressed, Zhao Cunxiao diverted the topic and asked:

"Where is your family, can you trust the relationship with Engong, presumably your parents are not ordinary people, why do you have to come to the Zhao family's hometown school, hehe, if it's inconvenient to say, forget it. ”

Now it's really a pot that can't be opened, and Zhao Xiaojun's eyes instantly turned a little red. Zhao Cunxiao saw that Zhao Xiaojun didn't speak for a while, turned his head and glanced at it, this look made Zhao Cunxiao hurriedly stop the horned carriage and asked:

"What's wrong?"

Zhao Xiaojun took a deep breath and calmed down, Zhao Xiaojun, who has experienced a lot, is no longer the child who was easy to cry at the beginning.

Looking up at Zhao Cunxiao, Zhao Xiaojun still said a little depressed:

"I ...... I don't have parents. ”

Zhao Cunxiao sighed, reached out and touched Zhao Xiaojun's head, didn't say anything, turned his head and continued to catch up with the horneous carriage.

After another half an hour, Zhao Xiaojun looked at the surrounding scenery along the way, and there was no longer the loneliness just now, he opened his mouth a few times, and finally shouted:

"Dry ...... Godfather. ”

Zhao Cunxiao, who had been driving in front of him, turned his head sharply and smirked at Zhao Xiaojun.

"Hey, hey. ”

Zhao Xiaojun looked at Zhao Cunxiao's appearance and smiled, and asked again:

"Godfather, I heard you say a lot yesterday, and I've always been curious, what made you separate from your son?"

Zhao Xiaojun has always wanted to ask about this, because he also wants to know, or he hopes that his parents will also abandon him because of some unavoidable hardships, no, he temporarily put him somewhere, and he happened to be picked up by Uncle Leng and them.

The more he thought about it, the more Zhao Xiaojun felt that he was right, and when he returned to Cangshan in the future, he would definitely ask the uncle carefully.

But as soon as Zhao Xiaojun finished speaking, Zhao Cunxiao's expression on the other side became a little hideous, and I saw Zhao Cunxiao say fiercely:

"It's those bandits, it's those things that don't die well, they killed my wife, and almost killed my children!

With a snap, Zhao Xiaojun's mind was like a burst of thunder, and he was a little dizzy.

He is a bandit.

Zhao Cunxiao saw Zhao Xiaojun stunned in the local area, and immediately realized his gaffe, it turned out that it had been more than ten years, even after venting yesterday, he still did not let go, and his heart has always been full of hatred, hatred for bandits.

Zhao Cunxiao comforted Zhao Xiaojun:

"I'm sorry, did I scare you? Don't be afraid, there are a lot of spirit crystal veins in Longxi, which have always been heavily protected by the imperial court, and compared to some other counties in northern Xinjiang, it is still very safe here. ”

Zhao Xiaojun tugged at the corners of his mouth, forced himself to calm down, and then reluctantly squeezed out a smile, and said to Zhao Cunxiao with some justification:

"Waste...... Bandits don't have to be bad guys, listen....... Listening to one of my uncles, there was something ...... Some bandits have fallen into the grass because they have to work hard. ”

Zhao Cunxiao noticed some abnormalities in Zhao Xiaojun, but subconsciously thought that he had scared him just now, after all, he was only a thirteen-year-old child, and Engong obviously had an official background.

Zhao Cunxiao said seriously to Zhao Xiaojun:

"Yes, maybe."