Zhou Biao, as the leader of this team, has the most experience, and this is his ninth trip to Yunmeng.

In the past, it took about a year to go back and forth.

At the beginning, he was just a mountain boy who didn't know anything, thin and ugly, and he came out to break through in the back, but he learned martial arts by chance, and he started this kind of team leader by accident.

It's just a year, and it's too long. Coupled with his ugly appearance and thin body, he has never been able to find a suitable partner.

Later, by chance, he finally met a lady who was captured by horse thieves during his journey.

It was love at first sight, and he fought to the death to finally save him from the horse thief.

The eldest lady was moved and gave birth to a son for him, and later died in a cold, and since then, this son Zhou Hu has become his treasure.

It's just that this son has one of the biggest headaches for him - that is, he wants to learn martial arts and become a hero.

"Daddy, do you still have jerky? I'm hungry again, and I've been getting thinner and thinner lately, so I want to eat more jerky to make up for it. ”

Zhou Hu began to find various reasons to ask him for food.

This kind of out-of-home, jerky and dried fruit is an indispensable and precious food for the team. I couldn't replenish it for months. It's not worth much in the old home, but here, on the dark road. It is not an exaggeration to say that it is a tael of gold and a tael of meat.

Looking at the appearance of this little guy, Zhou Biao knew that he must have been careful again. I want to get some food from myself and go to the refugees behind me to listen to martial arts stories, and even see if I can learn a martial arts or two.

But he's not targeting anyone, but the group of people behind him is a bunch of garbage, otherwise he really has some ability, and he wouldn't be able to get along in the big dry and go away....

The two fathers and sons had another period of careful ideological education. In the end, Zhou Biao still didn't grind his son's cuteness. After reprimanding this guy coldly, he still gave him a little jerky.

Zhou Hu went out happily. Sure enough. Zhou Biao saw through the gap in the car that the little guy went straight to the refugee team behind. He suddenly sighed involuntarily.

"Brother Zhou, why sigh. The son is studious and martial arts. In the future, maybe you can become a generation of heroes and protect the Quartet. ”

Another businessman laughed.

"It's easy to say."

Zhou Biao shook his head.

"I'm afraid that this kid will practice martial arts and practice half a bucket of water. In the end, he was slashed by a strong man. ”

"Isn't this still your old Zhou who is strong in force?"

Several people laughed.

Zhou Biao was also choked by what he said, and laughed helplessly.

……

Zhou Hu got out of the carriage and took a little jerky from one of the carriages behind. Holding it, he went straight to the team of hundreds of people behind.

"Zhou Gongzi is here again?"

Many of the refugees looked at him kindly.

Everybody loved this little boy.

"Brother Tiger~~"

Several children ran over and screamed, all of them saw the jerky in his arms, and there was some longing in their eyes.

"Xiaohu, you're here again, this is really..."

"I'm not giving it to you for free, old rules, you have stories, I have jerky."

Then Zhou Hu looked at the others with an expectant face, and the others were already prepared while drooling, one by one martial arts stories were told, the sky was getting dark, and the team set up a bonfire, but Zhou Hu listened to it and sometimes nodded, sometimes shook his head, and generally shook his head more.

Several of them have told the same story several times, and they haven't changed it, he is about to memorize it, and a few stories are also plain and bland, not interesting at all, as a hero, not a hero to save the United States, not to fight a hundred, not to pretend to be forced, what's the point.

However, he was kind enough to divide some jerky after everyone finished speaking, including those who told repetitive stories and paddled water.

On the branches of the moon, the bonfire thundered, and a few sparks popped out, and then the girl in a black dress was left without speaking, Zhou Hu looked at it with a curious gaze, he remembered that since the girl entered the team, she sat quietly on the side and listened to the story every time, but never told it.

"Little sister, have I seen you somewhere?"

He looked at the other person suspiciously.

The girl in the black dress looked at Zhou Hu carefully and showed a hint of a smile.

"It turned out to be the little young master who bought my medicinal herbs."

As soon as she said this, Zhou Hu suddenly remembered.

"It's you, young lady!"

This girl is Lin Xin who joined the smuggling Yunmeng caravan.

Although she decided to go to Yunmeng, she didn't have anything to do, and it was obviously a good choice to join the ordinary people's convoy and walk slowly while looking at the grassland scenery.

After the initial surprise, Xiao Zhengtai also picked up the little jerky left and asked curiously.

"Little sister, I have jerky, do you have a story?"