"Childe, aren't we going north? That's where Sunit Left Banner Khan Tent is! Xue Ping asked behind Zhiwen.

I saw a fork in the road, one road winding north, only scattered horseshoe prints, and the other path went straight east, all kinds of footprints, hoof prints, and wheel prints were messy.

The leading Zhiwen did not go north, but took the lead to the east.

"Let's go east for a few days to see if we can meet a few small tribes, and if not, come back and go north." Zhiwen naturally couldn't tell them his true purpose, so he made up an excuse casually.

He didn't even tell them the truth, although the three girls might have guessed.

Just out of the fortress, the vigilance of the caravan of the eight grain merchants must be very high, but with this monotonous scenery, the fatigue of day after day, and the self-confidence that nothing has happened to them, the vigilance will inevitably gradually decrease, and at that time, it is the best time for Zhiwen to make a move.

Just follow them not far away now, as long as the distance is not too far when you start, Zhiwen can go alone at night, do it unconsciously, and then come back secretly.

"Oh! Okay, Childe. Xue Ping responded in his mouth, and took Tao Yong and Hai Dongqing to the east and followed Zhiwen.

As bold as the three of them, even if they felt that Zhiwen was not simple, they didn't expect that the first target of Zhiwen's trip was the caravan in front of them that was so large that people could be frightened.

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"Come on, come on, everybody, try it, and see how it tastes." As Zhiwen spoke, he pulled out a few black things from the fire.

At noon on this day, the noodles were made less, and everyone was not full, especially the four pot-bellied men, who were even more dissatisfied, Zhiwen was lazy, he didn't want to do it anymore, and he didn't want to easily expose the secrets of the system processing workshop in front of the three new recruits.

With an idea, he simply took out a few sweet potatoes and threw them into the fire, wanting to see how well everyone accepted this thing.

At this time, it should have been cooked, Zhiwen blew on the sweet potato with his mouth, and quickly peeled off the already charred skin, no one else had seen this thing, and they all sat on the side and watched.

As the skin was peeled off, revealing the golden sweet potato flesh inside, a refreshing sweet fragrance permeated the air, and in the corner of Zhiwen's eyes, he clearly saw that everyone was intoxicated, it seemed that the sweet potato easily captured everyone's stomach, this taste made people feel more appetizing when they smelled it.

"Goo-toot!" A loud sound of swallowing saliva sounded in everyone's ears.

"Xiaoying, you just ate the cake, you won't be hungry like this." Zhiwen joked and handed over the peeled sweet potato.

Xiao Ying pouted and took it, took a big bite hard, and said vaguely, "I didn't make this voice just now, Brother Xiaozhi, don't wronged people." ”

"Not you?" Zhiwen was strange, in his impression, except for Xiaoying, no one else was so greedy, and besides, they all ate, and the roasted sweet potatoes smelled very sweet, but it didn't make people who had eaten hungry like this.

"Who was the one who swallowed just now? Confess quickly, and the second sweet potato will be his. Zhiwen asked.

Everyone shook their heads in unison, no one admitted it, it's weird, is there a ghost?

The second sweet potato was peeled, and when Zhiwen was about to hand it out nearby, there was a loud sound of swallowing saliva.

"Who?!" Zhiwen stood up abruptly, and this time he could tell that the voice was not coming from any of them, but from behind him, from behind Nannan.

The others also heard it clearly, and they all turned their heads and looked behind them.

A little girl, for some reason, stood behind them, her two big eyes looking directly at the sweet potato in Zhiwen's hand.

He wears a leather robe common to Mongolian herders, wears a felt hat on his head, and holds a snow-white lamb in his arms.

Unlike the dirty Xue Ping and the others, the clothes are clean and clean, but they are not the same as the Mongolians in Zhiwen's imagination, with a few cuts on their faces that have been blown by the cold wind and two lumps of plateau red, which is a bit of a herdsman's true color.

"Oops!" The girls let out a few exclamations, and they all surrounded them, teasing the lamb in the arms of the strange girl, Zhiwen also relaxed his guard, just a little girl, there is no need to make a fuss, but this vigilance seems to be a little relaxed, well, you have to pay attention in the future.

Girls, it's always easy to be attracted to this kind of cute things, Xiaoying is no exception, and even broke off a small piece of the sweet potato in her hand and put it to the lamb's mouth, making it "bleating".

The strange girl tightened the lamb in her arms, shook her head at the three girls, and rejected their kindness.

Zhiwen saw her throat slide up and down, obviously swallowed another mouthful of saliva, stepped forward, and handed the sweet potato over, "Taste it, we still have it." ”

The girl looked at Zhiwen, and then at the three girls who were chattering around her, still shaking her head.

"Let's eat, let's eat, my brother has baked a lot, and we have more one by one." "Can you give me a baby lamb?" ”

This sentence can be regarded as exposing her true purpose.

The girl handed the lamb into her arms, but she still shook her head stubbornly.

Xue Ping couldn't see it anymore, and said in Mongolian, "Girl, you come to us, you can be regarded as our guest, don't the Mongolians say that the guests are as they do with the host, we, as the host, invite you to eat, you can't refuse." ”

"My brother won't let me...", the girl finally spoke, but before the words fell, she was blocked by Niuniu with the sweet potato she had snatched from Zhiwen's hand.

"Ha...", Niuniu and Xiaoying clapped their hands and laughed, "You have eaten it, this sweet potato belongs to you." ”

Even the girl holding the lamb clapped vigorously.

"Do you speak Chinese?" Zhiwen asked, he naturally didn't understand the Mongolian language that Xue Ping said just now, but the girl's answer was in Chinese, and he could hear it clearly.

"Hmm...", the girl hurriedly caught the sweet potato that was about to fall down with her hand, swallowed it in her mouth, and then said, "I am Han, of course I can speak Chinese." ”

The voice is crisp and beautiful, the tone is correct and round, and he speaks standard Chinese.

Han? Zhiwen looked up and down, dressed in Mongolian clothes, she is Han?

"Wang... Woof... Wang...", a dog barked suddenly in the distance, and a big black dog, like lightning, rushed to the girl's side, raised its head and yelled at Zhiwen and them.

"Alright, Kuroko," the girl stroked the dog's head with her other hand, "they're not bad people, they're friends I just met." ”

"Woo...", the big dog named Kuroko, under the girl's comfort, quickly quieted down, squatting at her feet, his tail wagging from side to side.

"Can I give some to Kuroko?" The girl raised the sweet potato in her hand and asked, she has figured it out now, people sincerely invite her to eat, and the thing has also entered her mouth, it is not appropriate to go back, it is better to eat generously, well, the sunspot is also hungry, let it eat some too.

"They all said that you were invited to eat, who do you want to share it with, please." Zhiwen replied.