Qian Paozhan's look of faith all fell in Ge Changzhuang's eyes, he knew it, and secretly laughed before he spoke: "What's wrong?"

"Oh, it's fine." Qian Pao looked down and sat on his horse as usual.

Your face is white, and you still say it's okay?

Ge Changzhuang pulled the reins and said, "What the hell is going on?"

Qian Cannonzhan couldn't hide the matter, so he stopped the horse and said, "Master, that, the sheepskin map, is gone." In addition to marking the geographical situation in the desert, it also specially marked where it is a safer place, where it is more dangerous, where there is quicksand, where there are horse bandits, and even the weather conditions and wind direction are clearly marked. These precious records are all Ge Changzhuang's hard work, which he has been working in the desert for many years and exchanged his life for!

Of course, although these things are quite precious, they are not enough to make Qian Paogong's face pale and his heart beat a drum.

What really made him sit like pins and needles was another mark, the map was made by Ge Changzhuang, but this mark was not painted by Ge Changzhuang, but he secretly drew it himself.

Right now......

"Well, I thought something was wrong! It's just a map, and if you lose it, you lose it. Ge Changzhuang smiled and said: "Everything is here, I'll draw another one for you when I'm free." Ge Changzhuang pointed to his head, lightly clamped the horse's belly between his legs, and walked forward again.

Ge Changzhuang's reaction made Qian Cannong breathe a sigh of relief, and at the same time, he was faintly worried, the mark on the sheepskin map was too important, it was a big matter, and now that it was lost, how could it be good?

Forget it, let's take it one step at a time! Anyway, you can't go wrong with the general place, and you just need to be improvised.

Qian Paogong comforted himself, and then regrouped his mood and went on the road.

Life in the desert is boring. There are still many crises, so when there is nothing to do, everyone likes to talk and laugh a few words and sing some twists to relieve boredom. A group of big guys together. Don't be taboo about anything, drink some wine, make some jokes, and get a good night's sleep, it can't be better.

The night sky was full of stars, Ge Changzhuang's face was red by the bonfire, he looked at the dark night, and knew that the endless meadow was ahead.

At the end of the desert is an endless meadow, further west. It's vana.

Ge Changzhuang raised his head and took a sip of wine, then turned his head to look at Qian Cannon.

It's all here, and this cub still doesn't do it? It's a patient one. I was optimistic about him earlier, but now it seems that he is really a talent. Although he is not a fellow traveler, he has not lost his eyes after all.

Ge Changzhuang's heart felt better, and he put away the wine bag casually.

Qian Cannongou on the side was lying on the felt, covered with a thick quilt, and a pair of eyes staring directly at the stars in the sky.

Whether the stars are bright or not, whether they look good or not, I don't have an impression of the money cannon battle at all. What was on his mind was something else.

There is very little water in the desert, and they use it all along the way, and no one dares to waste it. There is a mystery on the side of Shikanzi, which is not big. The water quality is good, and the merchants who come and go know that when the caravan arrives at Shikanzi, it must rest and load water.

So they set the ambush at the rock.

The money cannon battle delayed the caravan's progress in advance, so that the caravan could not reach Shikanzi until dark. The night is dark and the wind is high, and everyone is sleepy and tired, so it is a good time to do it. Who knew that after arriving at Shikanzi, it was calm there, and it didn't look like someone was ambushing at all. Until the caravan people rested with laughter, filled up the water, and set off again to leave Shikanzi, they did not encounter anything unusual.

The four words "safe and sound" are sometimes not a good thing.

I don't understand the money cannon war, where have the people gone? Didn't you say in advance that you would do it at Shikanzi? How could no one come out! Could it be that I am mistaken?

Impossible!

Qian Cannong couldn't figure it out anyway.

The inside should be outside, the inside should be outside, there is an inside and outside talent bureau, I am alone, how to do it?

Qian Paozhan gritted his teeth and watched the caravan leave Shikanzi, thinking that he didn't know what was wrong, and he missed such a good opportunity in vain.

How did he know that the map he lost had already arrived in the hands of Murong Jing and Qin Daixin, and there were some more things on it. Ge Changzhuang traced a few strokes on it with a cinnabar pen, marking a shortcut, Murong Jing and Qin Daixin took people to take a shortcut, rushed to Shikanzi one step ahead of them, and killed the horse bandits who were waiting to rob the caravan in ambush, which ensured Ge Changzhuang's smooth passage.

Qian Cannong sighed secretly, secretly thinking that it was good that it was in Shikanzi, it was just the first level, and they had done a lot of planning for this deal, and things had come to this point, and there was no reason to fall short.

Qian Paozhan thought for a long time, and finally closed his eyes in a daze and fell asleep.

Ge Changzhuang, who should have been sleeping soundly on the side, suddenly opened his eyes.

He turned his head to look at Qian Cannon, and his eyes kept flashing with suspicion.

Who was this man, and why did he approach the caravan?

Qian Cannon's time in the Shengyue Trading House is not too short, what is it that makes those ill-intentioned people pay so much attention to it, and let people mix in the trading house so long in advance to find out the news? Qian Baozhan has gained his trust, but what are they thinking?

The matter in the Shengyue Trading House, Ge Changzhuang is clear, and the identity of the head of the caravan is just a means he uses to confuse others. Is there anything worth remembering about the comptoir, or this trip?

Ge Changzhuang thought about it again and again, but still didn't have a clue.

This time the goods were very ordinary, but some teas, precious herbs, supplements, and then there were fine silks.

Nothing else.

Could it be that these people are really the same as Sha Lifei, who are coming for their masters?

No, it won't.

This idea went around Ge Changzhuang's mind, and he was immediately vetoed by him. If this is the case, then there is no need for the money cannon to do everything possible to drive the master and them away.

What's in the caravan?

Ge Changzhuang was puzzled.

Now I have to take one step and see one step. It's so hard, you can't just withdraw without tasting the sweetness! So what's the point? And Ge Changzhuang has a hunch that it won't be long before these foxes will eventually show their tails.

It's just that it's hard to say who will collect the net at that time.

Ge Changzhuang thought about it for a while, and then fell asleep.

The next day, before dawn, the caravan packed up and set off early, and a group of people hastily ate breakfast and set off.

"There's a meadow ahead, and after this one, we're not far from our destination." Ge Changzhuang shouted and took the lead in riding forward.

Qian Cannonzhan followed him, looking absent-minded. It seems that he has not yet figured out why the caravan is safe. What about the promised ambush?

Ge Changzhuang was secretly cool for a while, how could a person who was hot and yellow be calculated so easily?

The caravan moved forward, the scene in front of him was constantly changing, a piece of yellow sand Gobi gradually disappeared, and suddenly there were many dwarf, withered yellow plants in the sight, dense patches, so not spectacular!

It's good to have grass! Where there is grass, there will be life, there will be herdsmen, and it is better to come to this meadow than to stay in the desert and let the wind and sand blow your face. The faces of everyone in the caravan were full of joy, and they finally arrived at the place where they received popularity! The feeling of hopelessness and helplessness when the whole person is thrown into the desert will never be experienced by those who have never been in the desert.

The white and dazzling snow-capped mountains in the distance make people feel a little unreal.

Ge Changzhuang retracted his gaze, he seemed to feel the slightest chill coming from the snow-capped mountains in the distance, and seemed to feel the crises hidden in the distance, maybe just tonight, what unexpected things would happen? This kind of sense of danger seems to be accumulating over time, and even Ge Changzhuang himself can't tell when he actually believes in the "premonition".

"Hurry up, fight to rest in the battlement village before dark." Ge Changzhuang shouted hard, the sound was very loud, and the penetrating power of that voice was not weak, almost shaking from the head of the team to the tail of the team.

Whew~

The roars of the men resounded on the grassland.

Duozi Village is an inn, an inn built on the grassland. The boss and the proprietress are not ordinary people, and the people under their hands, from the account room to the drunkenness, are all people with great ability.

This husband and wife joint store, but do not do black business, merchants live here, absolutely do not have to worry about the money is swept away by the store, in his house to live in the store, the food is a good dish, the wine is a good wine, and there is absolutely no sweat medicine in it, not to mention there is no "human meat bun" to say, but this stack of village charges is not low, ordinary four dishes and one soup, but also have to cost three taels of silver, live in the worst inferior room for one night, but also five taels of silver, that is, even the hot water for the hot feet, are to be charged separately.

Such a sky-high asking price not only did not ask the guests to leave, but made people feel at ease. The merchants who come and go are not bad people for money, and it is better to live in an inn that dares to blatantly ask for money than to live in a black shop! Therefore, the business of this Duozizhai is prosperous, and there is no need to worry about the price being too high and the guests will be discharged, but they have to worry about the lack of rooms and not so many rooms to accommodate guests.

From Dayong to Wana, as long as you take the desert road, there is no one who does not stop at the battlement. After running around for many months, everyone is living in stars and moons, they don't dare to drink more water, the food is also so-so, and they have to pay attention to the movements around them at any time, and their nerves have always been highly tense.

When you arrive at Duozi Village, you can drink good wine, eat fragrant and hot meals, take a hot bath, and sleep a good dream that no one disturbs.

For these men who are begging for a living in the desert, such a day is simply as happy as being in heaven.

Besides, all the expenses of this hotel are from the caravan, and they don't have to pay a penny for themselves. How can such good news not make everyone rejoice?

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