An orange crescent moon was silently embedded in the canopy. In the dense forest between the mountains, there were three or two miserable owls. In the deep mountains and wilderness of midsummer, the night wind swirling up from the stream is still very cold, and it frequently invades people's clothes.

The blazing bonfires, while comforting people's hearts, also painted the cheeks of everyone in the firelight with a layer of golden oil paint. And with the lines of light and shade, he sketched a wide woodcut print with the theme of the portraits of rivers, lakes and green forests. They carry the roughness and hardness of this era, so that every sensitive viewer can clearly feel the inner fluctuations of the carver at that time.

Late at night, most of the people, except for the various sentinels of the vigil, slept around the campfire and gradually fell asleep. The ground next to the fire has become solid and warm under the baking, so that the sleeper's body and mind and dreams are warm. With no one to add firewood, the momentum of the bonfire gradually waned, and slowly turned into piles of brightly colored charcoal fires, which were particularly dazzling in the dark night.

In the caravan's camp on the west bank, there was also a team of mobile sentinels. Heavily armed and heavily armed, they patrolled between the campfires and sentry posts.

A horserider got up from the campfire in a daze and staggered to the makeshift stall at the foot of the hill, where he was going to check the mules for drinking and fodder. As he passed through the cargo loading area, he accidentally glanced at the East Bank camp, only to see several figures dangling between several campfires. Did they arrange a vigil too?

The guards of the stables were very vigilant, and when they saw a figure approaching from afar, they began to bark, waking up several people who were sleeping by a nearby campfire. The men got up, and when they saw that they were the horsemen on duty at night, they cursed in confusion, and fell to sleep again.

At this time, two steps closer, and the dog saw clearly that it was his own person, and stopped barking. The horseman scolded it angrily. It snorted, turned to the railing of the improvised horse, which still smelled of the sap from time to time, and meekly folded down.

The horseman looked up at the moonlight, "Damn, what time is it?" He muttered as he went into the stall, took the hay, and added night grass to the horses and mules.

Most of the horses and mules still kept their heads down, licking the remaining hay on the edge of the trench, with the occasional snort. Some of the horses and mules turned to the side and craned their necks to nibble on the grass on the ground. There are also horses and mules, putting their heads into the trough to drink.... At this time, the orange crescent moon reflected on the water surface of the trench will sway leisurely.

In a place where the horsemen could not notice, in the mountains and forests not far to the southwest, there were several sneaky figures. Perhaps the night chill was getting heavier and heavier, making it unbearable for them. They were struggling to wrap the thin blankets around them. Despite this, their eyes were still preoccupied with the camp in the basin.

The actions of the horsemen naturally fell in their eyes. Soon, the horseman finished his hay and went back to sleep by the fire. The attention of several dark shadows was on the three patrol sentries again. As the sentinels moved, several pairs of phosphorous eyes floated in the dark forest, glowing with ghostly light.

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As dawn approached, a faint layer of twilight gradually appeared in the eastern sky. The mountain basin was still dark and dark, and the campsites were filled with thick fog. The fog was so thick that it was dozens of steps away, and it was impossible to see people clearly. Wisps of light smoke still rose from the embers of the piles of bonfires. The night watchman was on duty, and as he passed by the campfire, he could still feel its residual warmth.

The three large stoves in the open-air kitchen have already burned a big fire, and the water in the pot is boiling. The caravan camp grew noisy. The horsemen got up one after another, went to the kitchen to get some hot water, washed themselves indiscriminately, and then went to the stall to pull the horses and mules out, and came to the cargo loading area, and began to load the goods.

Xie Yucheng and Niu Er were woken up by Liu Tou, and at this time the fog had dispersed a lot, people everywhere shouted and neighed, and the camps on both sides of the strait gradually became clear. The eighteenth row of men and horses began to light a fire and cook, but the horse gang was already cooking.

The central part of the basin is flat and full of small shrubs and vigorous weeds. But strangely, between these bushes and the wild lawn, every ten or so steps there is a large stone or several stones forming a large stone pile. The top of these stone piles is relatively flat and smooth.

If you look at it from the air, you can see that the basin looks like a green meadow, which is covered with all kinds of weeds, shrubs, and occasionally a few trees. Piles of stones and stones are scattered in this small grassland. It's like big beads. It is said that this is the origin of the name of the pot bead brain: a small basin filled with countless orbs.

Now, these large pearls have become the dining table of the caravans, on which the steaming food is placed, and the people sit on the ground around the big stones, and they feast on it.

Because they got up too late, Xie Yucheng and Niu Er were a little shy on their faces, and hurried to the fire pit by the wooden bridge. At this time, even the cook was cooking, and naturally no one paid attention to them. Niu Er found a wooden basin, Xie Yucheng opened the pot and fetched water, the two finished washing, only found two pairs of chopsticks but couldn't find a bowl anywhere, and asked the cook to ignore it.

When the people on the nearby stone table saw it, they all laughed and laughed, watching the two laugh.

Niu Er's eyes were sharp, and he found that there was a bowl of spices on each of the three stoves, so he ran over in three steps and two steps, and put the spices in the three bowls in one bowl, and vacated two bowls.

Rinse the bowl in the pot with hot water, the two of them cooked, looked around, and saw that there were fewer people at a table nearby, so they went over to the stone table, ignored the strange eyes of others, flew up the chopsticks, and began to gobble up. The people at this table laughed at the two of them the most just now, so the two of them didn't have much of the heart to accompany the smiling faces.

And these guys, who were originally happy that there were few people at their table, saw that two foodies were squeezed in at once, and some people were immediately unwilling.

A guy, the whites of his eyes are more than his eyes, he stares at the two of them, and when he sees that one is dressed in a new fashion, the other is rustic, but the style is exactly the same, and he can't help but scold.

However, at this time, Niu Erhuodi, who was half-squatting, had a long neck, twisted it, and at the same time handed the chopsticks to his left hand, tucked the revolver on his waist, and snapped it.

It turned out that at yesterday's banquet, the beautiful Feiyan always glanced at Xie Yucheng intentionally or unintentionally, which made Niu Er jealous.

At night, he couldn't sleep tossing and turning, and there was always a smile in front of him, a smile and a anger in front of him, and he compared the bullshit correspondent with her in his heart...... After comparing and comparing, the result was finally reached: compared with a fairy like Qiao Feiyan, this bullshit correspondent from Nanjing, in addition to liking irrigation, still likes to irrigate, which is simply a big parallel commodity that people hate ghosts. Oh no, other than that, he's not without merit, his merit is that he likes to brag about the leather conch, well, and he likes to be in the limelight, especially in front of women.

That fairy-like pretty Feiyan had two guns in her waist, which was very heroic. So, early this morning, Niu Er asked the revolver to come back and inserted it in his waist, well, there is only one gun, less is less, but this is a foreign gun, Citigroup, how much can make up for the shortcomings.