Ziyu drove a mule cart covered with cotton cloth and linoleum cloth, jingling all the way to the gate of the city accompanied by radish strips and cabbage leaves shaking on the body.

"Hahaha, the little brother can't move!"

The king's steward, who had heard that Ziyu had prepared a lot of things, saw that the mule cart he was driving was full of things, not to mention, and even a large bundle of hay was tied to the roof of the car.

"Hehe, Steward Wang smiled, this is not with his sister, I want to prepare more."

Ziyu smiled and handed over the two silver ingots with a few scratches to Steward Wang, if it weren't for the fear that the two carriages would be used.

The steward habitually took off the silver ingot in his hand, and after confirming that it was correct, he put it into the bucket bag he was carrying, and looked around the mule cart.

"This design is good, the front can be stretched out to keep out the rain and snow, and the hook in the back is also very suitable, just to fix the outer layer of linoleum cloth in the car."

Steward Wang opened the curtain and saw that there was a layer of taut muslin inside, and things were piled up in most of the carriage, and he was a good boy.

Seeing that everyone had arrived, the king's steward got into the carriage at the front, and the whip in the coachman's hand made a sound in the air, and the convoy started slowly.

Ziyu, who was waiting on the side, saw that there were twenty-eight carriages and mule carts, but twenty were empty, and five carriages and mule carts followed behind.

Thirty people followed on horseback, and each cart was accompanied by two middle-aged men to drive the caravan, which was quite a caravan.

The team members are all fierce and fierce, and they are not easy to mess with at first glance.

Except for the king's steward, the caravan was dressed in uniform black and had a horsewhip in his hand, giving people a capable and fierce feeling.

Ziyu, who was at the end of the line, was fully armed with only her eyes and nose exposed, wearing a large cotton hat and a linoleum cloth tied to her front to block the wind.

The biting cold wind of the early morning mixed with the wind and dust brought up by the vehicle in front of it, hitting the layer of ash on the purple jade and blue cotton robe.

…

At noon, the sky was overcast and the north wind was howling.

Pedestrians on the road are sideways to avoid the wind and sand, and the convoy in front of it shows no signs of stopping, but spends up the speed of catching up with the car.

Ziyu touched her hungry stomach, took off the water bag on her waist to drink, and fought a cold war.

[No wonder there are two drivers in each car, what a miscalculation!] 】

"Brother, I want to pee!" Ziluo, who was blushing, lifted the corner of the windshield curtain in front of him and poked his little head out.

"Pee in the night pot, the one tied in the corner, hungry and eat the snacks in your backpack."

Ziyu touched the curtain with her elbow, and Ziluo obediently lowered the small curtain and tinkered in the carriage by herself.

She reached into the cotton robe and took out a large steamed bun, and her eyes turned to nibble directly, but her eyebrows jumped when she was seen by a guard who inadvertently turned around.

…

During the unitary period, light snow falls, and pedestrians and vehicles on the road become scarcer and scarcer.

"The car behind sped up, and you can rest after walking for a while, pay attention to safety when the weather is bad!" One of the guards shouted backwards.

Turning into the path, a village in the distance came into view, and the group couldn't help but speed up against the wind.

The convoy did not enter the village, but stayed at the head of the village, close to the water source.

After Steward Wang got out of the car, he took two guards into the village to greet people.

The people of the convoy were busy feeding the animals, burying pots and cooking pots, setting up tents, and everything was in good order.

Ziyu jumped off the mule cart and moved her somewhat frozen legs, her eyes glancing around.

"Mother, what the hell is this place, why don't you go in and spend the night in the village.

I don't want to live in the wild, it's so unsafe! A delicate girl's voice came from the large carriage in front.

"Listen to your eldest brother's arrangement, wait until the next town, and my mother will find you the best inn to live in."

Ziyu listened to the words of the two mothers, leading the mule cart away from the troublesome body, she had no preference for masochism.

The good positions were occupied by the convoy, Ziyu picked a piece of land not far away, took off the baffle and hugged Ziluo to get out of the car, and unloaded the mule to feed the water and feed.

In order to prevent the carriage from slipping away accidentally, a hoe was pulled out from the mezzanine and two shallow pits were dug behind the wheel.

"Xiao Luo, look at the mule."

Ziluo obediently stood in front of the mule that began to gnaw grass, and did not cry when he saw his brother carrying a small wooden bucket to fetch water.

Ziyu was busy fetching water from the small river, and when the mules were fed and put on again, an old man and a young man went out of the village with a torch and the three of them went out of the village.

It was followed by seven or eight men and women carrying burdens, and in the light of the torches, it was not difficult to see firewood, fresh vegetables with mud, small jars, and dustpans with lids.

"Stop what you're doing, this is the village chief of Huanghua Village, and I have a few words I want to tell you." The king's steward greeted the people.

"Hello ladies and gentlemen, Huanghua Village welcomes your arrival, and those who need it can come to the village to spend the night.

Please be careful with candles at night and do not trample on the crops.

There are some firewood and food brought by the villagers spontaneously, and please help more.

Another point, please don't enter the village in the middle of the night, there are guards in the village at your own risk. ”

The old man's half-soft and half-hard words really sounded interesting, and Ziyu was the first to step forward to respond.

"It's hard old man, I want a bundle of firewood, two cabbages, do you have eggs?"

"Haha, little brother is refreshing, Dunzi still won't bring your things over for little brother to pick."

The old man touched his beard and roared back, full of anger.

An honest middle-aged man ran a few steps with his burden on his shoulder, and stopped in front of Ziyu to open the lid.

"Little brother, an egg is a penny, a cabbage is a penny, and there are some home-made pickles and hot sauce."

The middle-aged man who was naïve on the surface introduced his own products without pausing at all.

Ziyu smiled and bought twenty eggs, two small cans of pickles, hot sauce, two cabbages, and a bundle of thin sticks of firewood.

"Thank you, little brother, a total of 51 yuan, I will charge you 50 yuan!"

Dunzi smiled innocently, but a hint of shrewdness flashed in his eyes.

Ziyu happily counted out 50 coins and handed them to Dunzi, and when she took her things and left, some people gathered around and rushed to buy them.

In the end, the rest of the villagers were packed by the caravan, and everyone took what they needed.

The village chief left with a horse-drawn carriage and a mule cart.

…

Ziyu lit a bonfire not far from the mule cart, and when the pot was buried, the people of the caravan had already eaten.

Add two tablespoons of aspic to a boiling pot, finely chopped cabbage, and three eggs.

The dough with two palms was spread out in his left hand, and the kitchen knife in his right hand was slicing the dough sheets, and Ziluo, who was guarding the fire in front of the stove, opened his mouth wide in shock.

"Xiao Luo's mouth is closed, and his teeth are about to fall out!" Ziyu quipped.

Ziluo, who smeared with both hands, blushed and closed his chin with his hands, leaving a few black marks as he wished.

"Hahaha, Ziyu, your brother is hard enough!"

The king steward who smelled the fragrance really admired him for knowing everything at a young age, and he was better than many big men.

Steward Wang smiled, he had to live well, not to mention that there was an inseparable little bean ding.

If you don't dislike it, come and try my craft. ”

"Haha, then you're welcome!"

Steward Wang, who traveled south and north, was most distressed by food on every business road, and every time it was a few large pots of stewed and pig food.

After a long time, he also ate enough.