"Sir, you were woken up, weren't you?" A young man dressed as a scholar pushed the door and walked in, and respectfully placed the teapot and bowl in place.

An old man in the Tianzi room stood in front of the window, and waved his hand with a smile on his lips: "Go and ask Xiao Er, who are these people." ”

At the door of the inn, Mrs. Ma and the others took the dry food handed over by the guys.

When Song Li was paying the money, Mrs. Ma said to the shopkeeper: "There are not many good people here, you are the one who is not much." ”

The shopkeeper replied angrily and funny: "How many of our people have you seen here? ”

Looking at the backs of Song Fusheng's group, a few junior ones waved their hands on the side of the road and shouted, "Settle down as soon as possible", and the shopkeeper also shook his head with a smile and muttered when he turned back to the inn: "It's okay, it's not a waste of my ginger." ”

He felt that when he heard Song Fusheng's words, he was angry.

People, I'm afraid that the breath will be vented.

In the newly taxied carriage, Qian Mishou opened the snack box with his little hand, raised a little finger and said to the other children: "One person can only eat half a piece, you can't grab it." ”

"Okay, half a piece, don't grab it." The boys, the girls, and the babies agreed together.

Half of the pastry was broken, the dim sum dregs fell on the quilt, and the little babies dipped their fingertips back on the dim sum dregs and put them in their mouths on their legs and clothes.

The little hand held half of the pastry that had been dried, and looked at each other at me and I looked at you, and more than a dozen children were eating and smiling.

In a few moments, their giggling laughter could be heard in the carriage.

Boss Guo pulled the carriage with quilts and children, and he laughed as he pulled the cart.

When the others heard the laughter, they slowly brought smiles to their faces.

Song Li was saying to everyone: "It's not that everyone dislikes us dragging our feet, look at the gold sore medicine given by the grandfather, a few of you who are injured, take it." That old man, recognize the hometown. Relying on fellow villagers outside, this all makes sense. ”

The big guy is very satisfied, and immediately began to count these good people one by one.

This reminder said, "The city gate Xu Guan is really good, without him, how can we be today." ”

The one said: "Actually, that Tengtou is not bad, and before leaving, he will draw a road map for us, I heard that the road map is not allowed to be drawn casually." There are also soldiers who talk to us along the way, and they always mention us. ”

"The man in the water shop in the city gate is also very enthusiastic, and he doesn't think that we drink too much water, and carry water bucket by bucket. I'm going to help, he said you've escaped all the way, rest quickly. ”

"The guy in the running hall of the inn was enthusiastic, asked him if he had a wooden board, and immediately gave it to Zhang Luo, and also discussed with the people in the back hall to let the steamed dry food be steamed."

"Yes, the people in the inn are good, and we drank ginger soup for nothing."

"Have you forgotten that in fact, the best person should be the little general. The little general is tall and mighty, and he doesn't look easy to speak, so scared that we don't dare to come out, but others are the best, and it's the best here. ”

"Yes, the little general is a very good person, and I don't know if I can see it. I, ah, if I have the honor to see the general again in this life, whether he recognizes me or not, I will kneel down and kowtow to him a few times. ”

When Song Fusheng heard this, he also looked back at everyone and laughed.

I thought: Little general, so am I, you don't know how much I thank you. It was you who made us, ordinary farmers, not reduced to military households, but they couldn't even thank you. Count the children, you change the fate of our gang.

At noon, the big guy only took the cold water in the water bladder, ate the cold steamed buns brought out from the inn in the morning, and rested briefly on the side of the road, and rested for half an hour.

Because Song Fusheng said, you should hurry more today, and don't waste time on collecting firewood and burying pots and stoves on Xiaguan Road.

There is a big county in front, and after this county seat, you have to walk dozens of miles to get to the next inn. Basically, after walking those dozens of miles, it was almost dark, so I had to hurry up.

When they arrived at the fork, everyone looked at Song Fusheng, and Song Fusheng looked at the map in his hand.

The map was so easy to draw that he could identify the direction, whisper a few more words to his daughter, and then be able to point the group in the direction: "Go here." ”

After passing through the county seat, the card stamped, and the officers and soldiers guarding the gate shouted at them: "Don't stop." ”

Song Fusheng nodded and said okay.

It was almost eleven o'clock at ten o'clock in the evening, and the big guy finally took a breath, saw the disguise, and was able to sleep and rest.

Then everyone looked at Song Fusheng again.

Song Fusheng immediately strode forward and pushed the door into the "government guest house" before everyone else.

I just saw Song Fusheng and the shopkeeper standing at the door of the store, pointing at what this group was talking about.

The shopkeeper shook his head and refused, Song Fusheng retreated and proposed that the firewood house and horse circle were not allowed to live for free, so can the Chase shop be cheaper?

The shopkeeper thought for a moment, looked at these miserable people again, and nodded.

Song Fusheng took advantage of the victory to pursue, and talked with the shopkeeper about the price of dry food and silver money that he would bring on the road tomorrow, and in addition, it was best to provide free ginger soup tonight.

The two of them, one is compared to Erwen and a steamed bun, and the other is compared to four fingers.

Song Fusheng added another finger, Sanwen.

Shopkeeper: "Then you have to steam yourself, and we provide the pot and firewood." ”

"Okay, thank you, thank you." Song Fusheng immediately beckoned to everyone: "Enter the store, come!" ”

Everyone cherishes the Chase Shop that cost money to live in.

The women all took out the sewing baskets, and some of the sewing baskets were lost on the way, so they sharpened their little two and wanted to borrow the needlework in the shop.

Just look at them using needles and threads, hemp rope, disassembling old quilts, and sewing gloves on trolleys. In this way, when the men push the cart, their hands are inserted into the gloves and are not cold.

Some skillful women can also use the corners and corners to sew foot covers for the little babies who have not found cotton shoes, and even refill the cotton inside the face covers.

And the men took over the work that women do on weekdays, boiling water, boiling ginger soup, boiling a lot of hot water bubbles, cracking and red feet, thinking that they use more firewood and waste water? Then they helped the shopkeeper to draw water from the well, and helped the shopkeeper chop firewood, and chop a lot of firewood.

At twelve o'clock in the middle of the night, the big guy was still working after a day's journey.

The sky is bright, and Mrs. Ma, the old ladies of these ages, go into battle together, steaming dry food by themselves, otherwise the store should receive four Wen and one steamed bun, and they will steam it by themselves.

When the morning sun rose on another day, Song Fusheng and his group had already bid farewell to the inn again and had already set off for more than an hour.

When it was almost noon and another county seat, Song Fusheng no longer went to the city gate alone to deal with the official.

He picked a few men and boys who he thought would be able to stand alone in the future, followed behind him, and didn't need to squeak, just listen to how he talked to the official.

"Did you learn it?"

"If you learn it, you just don't have the guts."

Song Fusheng immediately encouraged, don't be afraid, the official is also a human being, and we haven't broken the law, just say anything.

By six o'clock in the evening, I saw that the big guy was already standing at the gate of Junzhou City.

This time Song Fusheng stood behind, and his eldest brother Song Fucai held the customs clearance paperwork and frequently looked back at the third brother.

Song Fusheng waved his hand at him, and Song Fucai, accompanied by a few boys at the head of the high-speed railway, trembled and said to the officers and soldiers guarding the city: "Official, official, official? I—We're ......"

Anyway, stumbling can be regarded as a clear intention.

Junzhou City Grace Point.

More than a dozen little dolls, from the oldest seven years old to the youngest two years old, male dolls and female dolls knelt in a row, and their milk voices said in unison: "I wish the benefactors good health and longevity." “