The four post guards were busy helping everyone move forage, moving food, and grain, and they were the latest to make fires themselves. By the time they started the fire, the smell of rice was already wafting around.

At this time, Zheng Anping saw Xinlingjun walking towards his own fire with the general Jin Cong and the post officer Ma San. He quickly knelt up straight, and the other post guards also knelt up straight, bowing to Xinlingjun. Xinlingjun knelt down in front of this fire, and Jin Cong knelt next to him, and the post official was at a loss, not knowing where to kneel.

At that time, the so-called sitting was actually kneeling today. The fundamental reason is that the Chinese were not used to wearing pants at that time, and under the robe were two bare legs, and at most one insulated thick socks were added in winter, and if they did not kneel, other sitting postures would leak out in spring.

Xinlingjun didn't seem to see the embarrassment of the post officer, took out a small bag from his arms, bowed slightly and said, "Borrowing the land of the kings, it's disturbing." I've got a little salt here, and we'll enjoy it together. He handed the salt to the postman and motioned for him to add salt to the ding.

At that time, salt was an absolute luxury, as the saying goes: use up the world's money, eat all the world's salt. The argument is that salt, like money, can never be so much as to be annoying. Those who say this would never have imagined that one day salt would become a prohibitive "poison", and I hope that money will also have this day.

Wei's original homeland in Hexi was one of the main salt producing areas, but it had been ceded to Qin more than a decade ago. Over the years, salt has become more and more expensive, and it is often out of stock. So as soon as they heard Xinlingjun say salt, Zheng Anping's and his party's eyes lit up.

The postman took the bag of salt tremblingly, opened it carefully, pinched a little with his fingers, and sprinkled it into the ding. Xin Lingjun smiled: "More ......, more ......, and more ......, add, add, add, hey, that's right!" Seeing that a bag of salt was almost finished, Xin Lingjun asked the postman to stop. He took the little salt bag that was left and put it in his arms.

When the rice was cooked, Xinlingjun motioned to the postman to divide the soup. A post guard put the steamed corn on it and put it in front of Xinlingjun. Xinlingjun called everyone to sit around, and the postman distributed a bowl of soup to each person. Xin Lingjun took the soup, got up and picked up a small plate, pulled out a dagger, cut a handful of corn into the plate, and walked towards his driver. It wasn't until everyone got their own soup from the post officer's hand and sat down in front of the rice bowl that Xinling Jun returned, took a bowl of soup from the post officer, and returned to his original position. The postman finally held his own soup, not knowing where to sit, Xin Lingjun pointed to his side: "Please sacrifice wine!" The postman sat down next to Xinlingjun with a touched face, his face shining.

Xinlingjun stretched out his hand and took out a handful of rice from the Gui, sprinkled it next to the Gui, and made sacrifices to heaven and earth. Then take out another pinch and place it elegantly in your mouth and chew it slowly. He took a sip of the soup.

The second pinch of rice in Jin Contempt, sacrifice to the sky, entrance, and sip soup.

The third should be the turn of the post official Ma San, but Ma San didn't dare to stretch out his hand, looked at the ground, and didn't dare to breathe.

Xinlingjun looked at Jin Cong and said, "General, let's go around the other guys." - Eat first. He stood up, turned and walked away. Jin Yan also stood up and walked behind.

Seeing them leaving, Ma San took a breath and turned back to everyone and said, "Eat, eat, eat quickly!" "Grab a large handful of rice, knead it with both hands, stuff it in your mouth, and chew it vigorously. The other post guards also reached out to eat pilaf, and the sound of snoring and drinking soup also sounded.

After they devoured it once, the bottom of the Gui began to be revealed, and Xin Lingjun and Jin Cong also returned. They seemed to have been talking for a long time on the road, and Xinling Jun was taking out a piece of copper talisman from his arms and handing it to Jin Contempt, who took the bronze talisman with both hands and put it in his arms.

They approached the fire where the postman was and knelt down again. Xinlingjun looked at these guards with a smile: "You still have to work hard for you!" Please follow General Jin first. ”

Jin Contempt immediately issued a verbal order: "Stand up, whole bunch!" ”

The guards immediately stood up, turned around and walked into the station, washed their hands and faces, dressed their clothes, belts, and crowns, drew water, and filled them with water gourds.

By the time they had packed up everything and returned to the venue, the soldiers had basically finished their meals and were resting around the fire with their heads bowed. At the door stood Xin Lingjun and Jin Cong, and Jin Cong was still holding some backpacks in his hands, which should be steamed corn rice, faintly wafting out the aroma.

For the sake of the post guards coming out, Jin Contempt and Xinling Jun exchanged salutes and said goodbye. Jin Contempt handed over the backpack in his hand to each post guard, and took the five post guards into the dark place with him.

There were three wagons parked here, and three riders sat on them. Jin Wei said in a low voice: "Me and Ma San one, the one on the left of the two of you, the one on the right of the two of you, get in the car!" ”

"You can't light a torch, you have to be smart!" He replied again.

Six people got into three cars, and three cars carried nine people towards the thick dark night.

The cart drove up the post road and passed through a stone bridge over the river in order. This is the end of the post road, and after crossing the bridge, the post road disappears into the Mang Muang wilderness.

After crossing the bridge, the three cars formed a whole line, Jin Chen's car was in the center and forward, and the other two followed ten zhang away from the left and right. There is also a path in front of the car that has been stepped on by the people in front of you, guiding people in the direction.

Zheng Anping looked around with wide eyes. The half-moon in the sky, under the faint light, is endless. He listened carefully, and there seemed to be no sound except the breeze.

As the chariot moved faster, he could hear nothing but the creaking of the wheels and the kicking of the horses' hooves, and the whirring of the wind.

As the night grew thicker and thicker, Zheng Anping found it difficult to see the path that had been trampled out of the grass. He didn't know how the driver relied on to find the direction: "Is it really the old horse who knows the way?" He asked in his heart.

At the turn of autumn and winter, the night wind is a little cold. The car drove in the grass, bumpy and shaky; Zheng Anping stood in the car, holding his hands on his hands, trying his best to maintain the balance of his body, feeling very unaccustomed; Man is constantly being turned upside down; His hands were too tight, and his arms were sore. He peeked at the postman next to him, and his expression didn't seem to be as good as his. Only the driver, one moment pulling the reins, the other flicking the whip, the two hands holding nothing, relying entirely on the two legs to maintain balance, but seemingly completely unaffected by the turbulence. This made Zheng Anping feel a wave of admiration in his heart.

When he was a teenager, he also learned to shoot Yuhe, which was one of the "Six Arts of Gentlemen" and was a compulsory course for adults. But after getting out of the school, I never had a chance to use it again. Later, when he came to Daliang, he joined the martial arts, and he was more good at foot combat, and he basically didn't use it, and he didn't use a bow to shoot, but a crossbow. As for reading and music, I don't know where to put it! But after all, after practicing, the doorway can still be seen.

He looked forward again, and vaguely noticed that Jin Contempt seemed to be constantly looking back. He also looked back and saw that the fire on the inn grounds was faintly visible, and nothing else was found.

He quietly paid attention to the shape of the driver, and he also recalled the driving instructions he heard from his teacher when he was a child: relax your body, spread your legs apart, and clamp them tightly. After a while, it was easier to maintain balance, but my back hurt too much.

"It's a chore to get in a car, you might as well run on the ground!" Zheng Anping came to a conclusion.

I don't know how long I walked, but the sound of rushing water sounded in front of me. A bell rang in the middle of the car, and the three cars stopped.