"Settled?"

"Yes, Lord, in the little tent next door to us where food is stored."

Siniang is a very considerate woman, this time when she went out, she specially prepared a lot of delicious food and drink for Zheng Fan to take on the road, no matter when, as long as the conditions allow, she will pursue the delicacy of life.

This is a woman who is in the mood to put on nail polish even before her execution.

Zheng Fan nodded.

Siniang knelt beside Zheng Fan.

The two of them tacitly agreed that they didn't say anything, because it was just the distance of a tent, and the sloppy man would definitely be able to hear whatever he wanted.

It's embarrassing,

The other party's surname is Shatuo.

And it is precisely now that the rank of captain on his body is earned by cutting off the head of the head of the Shatuo Tribe.

In fact, when the other party said his surname, Zheng Fan was already a little desperate in his heart, and once thought that he had reached the point of fighting with a bayonet.

Even if Zheng Fan said that his name was "Fan Li" in the end, everyone in the barracks called himself Captain Zheng......

Can you really hide it?

Zheng Fan even suspected that the other party already knew his identity, and he also knew that his hands were stained with the blood of the Shatuo Department.

Also, this guy entered the team escorting the birth gang, is it really just to eat and drink?

The destination of this team is Zhenbei Hou Mansion.

Zheng Fan's eyes stared at the flickering candle flame in front of him,

At this moment,

Obviously he was the one who escorted the birth gang,

Suddenly, there was an illusion that he was escorting a nuclear warhead.

"Rest."

In the end, Zheng Fan only said these three words.

Go to sleep

Wake up

That's it.

…………

Of course, this is an extravagant expectation.

Because when he woke up, Zheng Fan saw that the sloppy man was already sitting in front of his bed.

Siniang was rolling noodles, and water was boiling in the pot.

Zheng Fan sat up, and when Siniang saw this, she planned to get up and wait for Zheng Fan to wash.

Zheng Fan shook his head and motioned Siniang to continue preparing for breakfast, while he walked out of the tent with a basin and water, and squatted at the mouth of the tent.

Qingyan brushed his teeth, and after waking up in this world at first, he was really a little unaccustomed to it, but slowly, his mouth seemed to agree with this taste.

"Gurgling ............"

"Lotus~~~~ retreat!"

Put a towel in cool water, wet it, and rub it firmly on your face.

When two groups of soldiers patrolling the camp passed by, they specially saluted Zheng Fan, and Zheng Fan also nodded to them.

In fact, I was thinking in my heart that this group of people was not enough to be a backer, so I didn't say anything.

After washing,

Zheng Fan returned to his tent.

The noodles are ready, the noodles are gluten, and the noodles are good enough.

Zheng Fan ate one bowl of kung fu, and the sloppy man had already eaten five bowls.

It seems that the living conditions of the barbarians are really poor, even this kind of master can't eat enough, look at this baby's hungry, starving ghost who is alive and reincarnated.

Zheng Fan thought ridiculously in his heart, he can only be a "heart" powerhouse now.

After the breakfast was over, the team began to set off again, and the sloppy man followed Zheng Fan's advice very cooperatively, and stayed in a carriage with Zheng Fan's tent and other supplies, and Zheng Fan also gave him a set of his own sweatshirt to wear, and he also wore it.

After his hair and face are covered, he doesn't look so sloppy, and because the sweatshirt and needlework styles that Siniang made for Zheng Fan are very expensive, he doesn't have to worry that the soldiers who searched on Zheng Fan's orders last night will suspect him.

After re-entering the road, Zheng Fan rode a horse and walked at the front of the team, and Siniang followed Zheng Fan on horseback.

At this moment, Zheng Fan really had the idea of running away directly, even if he lost everything, at least he could protect his own life.

But the idea is not too strong;

Even if Zheng Fan knew that once he was ready to slip away, Siniang would definitely run away with him without saying a word.

However, since I have come to this world, I have seen a different scenery, I have met a truly terrifying powerhouse, and I am about to meet the most powerful giant in the north of the world, Beihou Mansion;

It's really a little reluctant to run away in such a gloomy way.

Perhaps, in his bones, he is still restless.

is not to the point of dying at the end of the day, but it has a little bourgeois atmosphere of "the world is so big, I want to see it".

Lunch is dry food, the team did not stop to eat, in this era, most people are still used to two meals a day, of course, the family conditions are good must be three or four meals or even more.

Therefore, the team still stopped to camp in the evening, and everyone buried the pot to cook.

Zheng Fan returned to his tent, where the sloppy man in the sweatshirt was already waiting, and he was waiting for the meal with a food bowl in his mouth.

Dinner was a messy stew, and when the sentry rode out to hunt some game during the day, Zheng Fan was naturally assigned the best piece of meat.

Add a little hot pot seasoning vermicelli pickles, although the dishes are not rich, but considering the current environment, it is already very good.

The three of them, none of them spoke, so they sat around the pot and ate with their heads bored.

Zheng Fan ate first, walked out of the tent, and came directly to the carriage with the snow wolf in it.

After hesitating, Zheng Fan still opened the carriage door and bent down to enter.

Xu Wenzu was nibbling on venison, and when he saw Zheng Fan coming in, he just smiled.

Because of the obvious reason of his body shape, Xu Wenzu basically stayed in the carriage for the past two days, which must be uncomfortable.

The red snow wolf is still lying there weakly, looking like he will not die, but it will probably be okay to hold on until tomorrow when the gift is delivered.

"Tomorrow afternoon, it will probably be there, so please bear with me."

Originally, if the horse was fast, it would only take a day to get from Hutou City to Zhenbei Hou Mansion, but because of the escort of the Birth Gang, the speed of the team naturally could not be fast.

Moreover, the Zhenbei Hou Mansion is not in Tuman City, it is not even in any city.

It's in the wild, it's ...... in the desert.

A hundred years ago, during the years when Yan and the desert barbarians fought each other, Tumancheng was the first line of Yan State's fight against the barbarians;

But when the first Zhenbei Hou was sealed to guard the north, he chose to build the Hou Mansion on an oasis far away from Tumancheng.

At the foot of Yin Mountain, adjacent to Hengshui, open the mansion and build a government!

After a hundred years, the Zhenbei Hou Yimai was equivalent to turning himself into a knife and stabbing him in the waist and eye of the desert barbarians.

"Hmm."

Xu Wenzu responded, put down the venison in his hand, wiped his mouth, and said:

"Tomorrow night, will the official be able to see Miss?"

This is asking Zheng Fan.

Zheng Fan shook his head and said:

"Please forgive the offense, after arriving at the Hou Mansion tomorrow, the lowly will go to see the young lady, if the young lady is busy tomorrow, it may be ............"

"Well, it's okay, Madame's birthday, Miss must have a lot of things to do, this official, don't be in a hurry."

Xu Wenzu can see it.

Zheng Fan nodded, and continued: "My lord will endure for one more day, and if you enter the Hou Mansion tomorrow, you don't have to be wronged here." ”

"Hehe, this official is also very good here, during the day, just talk to this beast, and he is not lonely.

Alas, when you arrive at the Hou Mansion, this official wants to have another drink with your father Zheng Chenggong! ”

"My father must have rejoiced."

"Of course, hahaha............"

After a few more words of skin, Zheng Fan got out of the carriage, looked up at the bright moon in the sky, and put his hand on the wine on his waist and stroked it gently.

In the wine bag, it is wine, Siniang poisoned here, and the poison was still configured by Xue San when he was at home before, and it was usually used on his dagger.

This wine has still not been given away.

Last night, Xu Wenzu ate roast chicken, which was hot;

Tonight, he ate roast venison, the game he had brought back from the sentry today.

This shows that in this team, in addition to himself, there are people who are taking care of Xu Wenzu, and the people who can distribute venison will not have a low status.

Is it one of the five centurions of Wang Duan, or is it ...... Someone else?

Zheng Fan stretched out his hand and tapped his forehead, tomorrow will be to the Hou Mansion in the afternoon, and it will be difficult for his lies and forged identities to maintain any longer.

"If you want to kill, kill it."

The sloppy man's voice sounded from behind Zheng Fan.

Zheng Fan immediately snorted, and a black light was immediately released on his body, but a sloppy man's hand pressed Zheng Fan's shoulder, and the next moment, the light on Zheng Fan's body was instantly suppressed.

It's very helpless, obviously only entered the product, according to the normal routine, it should be constantly there are non-product or half-step nine-grade minions running to themselves to tease Siniang or mock themselves and then be slapped in the face by themselves, and at the same time, passers-by will keep exclaiming on the side.

The dream is very plump, and the reality is so skinny;

But the sloppy man in front of him rubbed himself back and forth like a dumpling.

However, when he thought that Demon Pill and Siniang didn't have any room to show themselves in front of this sloppy man, Zheng Fan's heart was a lot more balanced.

Perhaps, it is because the difference in strength between the two sides is too large, or it is a tacit understanding after a few meals.

Zheng Fan shook his head and said:

"It's inconvenient."

It's not that I don't want to kill, but if I don't have a complete grasp of it, it's likely that something will happen.

"Huh."

The sloppy man smiled and did not comment.

Zheng Fan saw that he was carrying something on his shoulder, and said with some curiosity:

"This is, ready to go?"

The sloppy man nodded, "yes." ”

"I'll send you?"

"Okay."

"............" Zheng Fan.

I'm just being polite;

Zheng Fan and the sloppy man walked out of the camp together, because Zheng Fan came forward, so the patrolling and the soldiers at the gate of the camp did not stop them.

When he left the camp and walked to a slope, the sloppy man stopped.

Zheng Fan also breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, he was really worried that the other party would abduct him.

The scruffy man sat on the floor and opened the package, which contained wine glasses, food, and some candles.

Seeing this, Zheng Fan also sat down.

The sloppy man lit three candles first,

Road:

"There are three barbarian sacrifices;

One worships the barbarian gods;

the second is to pay homage to the totem;

The third is to pay tribute to the yellow sand. ”

As he spoke, the sloppy man grabbed a handful of yellow sand with his hand and sprinkled it next to the candle.

This is, who is being sacrificed?

Some food was put on the table.

Followed by

The sloppy man faced the candle, spread his hands up at his sides, and then knelt down, his forehead pressed against the yellow sand that had just been sprinkled on the ground.

Seeing this, Zheng Fan

Exhaled,

He also knelt down and kowtowed to the three candles.

Over there, the sloppy man had already gotten up, and when he saw that Zheng Fan was actually kowtowing, the expression on his face was a little obscure.

Asked:

"What are you kowtowing?"

Zheng Fan didn't think there was anything in this, and replied:

"Our customs there, when you see a futon and see an offering table, no matter what god or Buddha, whether you know it or not, you will kowtow, and it means that you will move your head anyway, and it will not be a loss."

In later generations, it was very common for tourists to go to a city to play, go to the church to pray in the morning, go to the temple to burn incense in the afternoon, and go to the Taoist temple to ask for a sign in the evening.

The sloppy man smiled, nodded, and said, "It's not a loss." ”

Followed by

The sloppy man reached out and picked up the food he had just put on the table, and ate it.

"Hey, are you hungry?"

It's not been long since dinner.

The sloppy man nodded.

"No matter how hungry you are, you have to wait for the tribute to eat, and we will eat it after the people you worship come to enjoy it first."

The sloppy man didn't stop his movements, continued to eat happily, and waited until a piece of dried meat fell into his stomach, and then he wiped his mouth with the sleeve of his sweatshirt.

Road:

"He won't mind."

"Don't mind, who are you paying tribute to?"

"Myself."