Another three days passed.

Twenty Han people were already a little panicked in their hearts.

Food is getting scarcer and less, but the surrounding area is still unchanged.

The snow has melted a little, and in some places the black and yellow ground has been revealed.

But where are they now?

None of the team knew about it anymore.

Lost.

They could reach the Mustang tribe because it hadn't snowed yet when that one set off.

When they arrived at the Mustang tribe, it was snowing heavily.

Without snow, there are still some trails to follow in the savannah.

There will be some differences in the places that people have walked on a lot.

And when they came, they also had guides in their ranks.

But now on the way back, the guide is gone.

The guide stayed in the Mustang tribe and said that he would not leave, even if he was given more salt.

Heavy snow closed the road, and people living on the grassland knew very well in their hearts that going out at this time was no different from sending them to death.

Not as a last resort, no one wants to leave.

Even if the knife was placed on the guide's neck, the guide would not go.

Mustang Zaha also kept Mao Jue and others, but where would Mao Jue wait.

Accustomed to the life of the Han Dynasty, Mao Jue was reluctant to stay on the grassland for a little longer.

Whether it is the climate, diet, or accommodation, none of Mao Jue can bear it.

"My lord, there seems to be a figure over there."

"Let's take a look."

There were two Han Chinese, riding war horses.

"Who are you? What do you want to do? Ma Bo looked at the Han people rushing over vigilantly.

He overtook these Han people yesterday, and then turned around again, and now he ran into the opposite side of these Han people.

"We are Han merchants, this time I came to the grassland trade, but I got lost on the way back, I don't know which tribe the warrior is?"

Ma Bo said: "I am from the Wild Horse Tribe, I left the tribe two months ago to meet my sister, and now I am returning to the Wild Horse Tribe. ”

"The Warrior is a member of the Mustang tribe?" The Han people's eyes lit up and said, "We just left the Wild Horse Tribe a few days ago. ”

"Warriors, can you help us. Where is the closest tribe to here? ”

They only had enough food for ten days.

Continuing south, whether they can find the tribe or not, they are completely uncertain in their hearts.

Ma Bo said: "The nearest is my wild horse tribe, do you want to go back to the wild horse tribe with me, and wait for the snow to melt before leaving?" ”

"We just left the Mustang tribe, how can we turn back now."

Mao Jue disagreed.

When the snow melts, I don't know when.

And looking at the weather, it is estimated that in a few days, there will be another heavy snowfall.

Now back to the Wild Horse Tribe, they can only wait until next spring before they can leave.

When I return to Yanzhou, it is estimated that it will already be summer.

"Aside from the Mustang tribe, is there any tribe closest to here?"

Someone in the mission asked.

None of the others would be willing to return if they could.

They have been guilty for ten days, and their return means that they have suffered another ten days, which is equal to twenty days of their sins in vain.

"Closest to here?" Ma Bo pondered and said, "I set out from the Dumpling Tribe, which is more than 700 miles away from here. ”

"It's too far."

The grain and grass in the hands of the Han envoys were only enough for them for ten days.

More than 700 miles, theoretically they can reach before the grain and grass run out.

However, there is no guarantee that there will be no accidents on the road, and the route may be deviated again. And the Ao Fu tribe is not in their route.

Going to the Dumpling tribe is equivalent to going around in a big circle.

"Mabo Warriors, apart from the Dumpling Tribe, which other tribe is there?"

"There are other tribes around here." Ma Bo nodded, but the specific location may be a little wrong, and it may not be possible to find it. Besides, I'm going back to the Mustang tribe. ”

"Warrior Marbo, we are willing to hire you as a guide, as long as you can lead us south and find a tribe to replenish supplies, this bag of salt can be your reward."

"This ......"

"I'll add another bag."

"Okay then." Ma Bo said: "You give me a bag of salt first." ”

"In addition, you all have to listen to me, you can't just run, I have the final say on how many roads a day."

"No problem." The mission acceded to Marbo's request.

Marbo managed to blend in with the mission and led them south.

Mao Jue did not doubt Ma Bo's identity.

Yecheng!

It was also snowing heavily.

Zhao Hui accompanied Zhao Hong and built a snowman in the yard.

It's just that the father and son were having fun, and Zhao Hong suddenly fell to the snow.

Zhao Hui thought he had just fallen, but when he picked him up, he found that Zhao Hong was unconscious again.

"Come on, go and invite Mr. Hua to come and tell him that Hong'er is sick."

Zhao Hui carried Zhao Hong back to the house.

"What's the matter, did Hong'er fall asleep?" Zhang Xue walked over.

"Unconscious."

"Ahh Zhang Xue exclaimed in surprise and hurriedly took the child from Zhao Hui's hand.

"How so, shouldn't it be better?"

Zhang Xue burst into tears when she said that.

She was reluctant to let her children suffer.

"Don't worry, I've already asked someone to invite Mr. Hua, Hong'er will be fine."

Zhao Hui hugged Zhang Xue, the Tiger King was in the mansion now, Zhao Hui was really not very worried.

Although Zhao Hong is sick, his life will not be in danger now.

Zhao Hui didn't feed Zhao Hong tiger blood immediately, but wanted Hua Tuo to take a look first.

Hua Tuo arrived soon.

"Lord, where is the young master?"

In the room, Zhao Hong was placed on the bed, and Zhang Xue was sitting on the side, with tears on her face.

Hua Tuo checked Zhao Hong's body and said, "Lord, the young master's body is exactly the same as the last time. ”

It can be ruled out that it is due to other reasons.

"Lord, I'm going to use those pills and try them for the young master in turn."

During this time, Hua Tuo developed a lot of pills, some of which were highly poisonous and had been thrown away, and some were non-toxic, and they were also tried by Zhao Hui, but whether they could cure the strange poison of Zhao Hui and Zhao Hong's body was not known.

"Sir, try it."

Although it is his own child, Zhao Hui can only use it for Hua Tuo to try.

I didn't try it, and I didn't know if those pills had any effect.

The poison in his own body is no longer the same as it was at the beginning.

Hua Tuo had seven pills in his hand, and he didn't feed all of them to Zhao Hong.

It's one capsule a day.

Every time he took a pill, Hua Tuo would check Zhao Hong's body every other hour.

One day, two days, three days......

Seven days passed quickly, and all seven pills had been eaten, but Zhao Hong did not wake up.

Hua Tuo's seven pills were all declared failures.

Maybe it's a little useful, in seven days, Zhao Hong's limbs did not shrink.

These seven pills are all the condensation of various precious herbs, which have a good effect on replenishing qi and blood.

"It's all useless."

Hua Tuo didn't expect that it would be such a result.