The journey from Jingzhou to Jingshi is a bit long. A huge caravan drove more than 30 carriages, all the way through the dust, eating and sleeping in the open.

The cart was loaded with huge cotton bales, and the merchants shouted in a northwestern accent, and the march was not fast, but it was orderly.

Under the shade of the trees on the side of the road sat an old man and a young man, and the little child watched the caravan coming, but the adults did not stop him, and the child ran out of the caravan, ran in front of the caravan, and ran forward with the caravan, and asked with a smile as he ran:

"Where are you going, uncle? What's on this car? This road is not peaceful, there are bandits and disasters, my grandfather and I are familiar with this, do you want us to help you lead the way? ”

The merchant who was the leader was burly-looking, with his tendons and flesh exposed, and he glanced at the child who followed him, and said with disdain:

"Go, go, the uncles have walked on this road for no less than ten years, and I still need you to guide me, where to stay cool!"

The boy stood there with his head bowed as if he had been wronged.

The old man glanced at it, knocked his pipe, and nodded unhurriedly, but no one could see how he moved, and felt that he was at the front of the caravan in the blink of an eye, and pulled the boy by the hand, and said:

"If people don't appreciate it, you shouldn't be sentimental." said it, snorted coldly:

"What about ten years, you know how many more mountains are ahead? In this world, the government forces the people to rebel, and it is not enough to be a good citizen, and only by being a bandit can there be a way to live! ”

The leader of the merchants glanced at them, unmoved, and the caravan continued to move forward unhurriedly.

The old man took off his shoes and rubbed the old mud on the soles of his feet, and the grandson took out a few yellow, orange and orange apricots from the cloth pocket on his waist, and rubbed them on his body.

"Grandpa, you say, how long will they come back to us this time?"

The old man knocked his shoe on the book next to him, took his pipe in his mouth, and said:

"Little ball, you want to bet again, don't you?"

The child, who was called Xiaoqiu, nodded with a smile and said:

"It's fun to bet! I guess they'll be back after two more pillars of incense. ”

The old man glanced at him, took two puffs of his cigarette, and said, "Then I guess they will come after three incense sticks." ”

The little ball giggles and says:

"Then whoever loses will cook for three days and wash the dishes for three days!"

The old man did not speak, but lay back with his pipe in his mouth and enjoyed himself. After eating the apricots, the ball climbed up the tree and went to find the bird's nest.

After the two pillars of incense, the forest was still quiet, and Xiaoqiu was no longer looking for a bird's nest, and said a little impatiently:

"Why are these big men so slow!"

The old man grabbed the broken fan placed next to him and shook it twice, crossed his legs and tomped his feet, and said leisurely:

"Who can go fast with those yellow goods? You don't look at the rut either! ”

Only then did the little ball look at the rut marks left on the road, it had rained before, the ruts were very clear, and a few folds with a depth of one were very conspicuous, he sniffed and muttered:

"What a fortune this must be......"

As he was talking, he heard a commotion in the forest, and a few people ran out in a panic, and when they saw them, they immediately waved their hands and said:

"Come on, come with us!"

The ball jumped down from the tree, and the old man got up from the ground unhurriedly and patted the dirt behind him. The two glanced at each other, Xiaoqiu winked his eyebrows, and said in a low voice:

"Less than three incense sticks, grandpa, you didn't win either!"

The old man patted him on the head, but did not speak, but turned his head to meet the man, with a smile on his face, and said:

"What's the use of our little master?"