The escape route was laid out by Taji in advance.

First use hemp rope to climb down the cliff, then turn to the river ditch, and escape from Miao Village by bamboo raft down the water.

Jiang Xiaoli lay at the end of the raft, looking at the fire-filled home, his voice was almost hoarse.

Song Che didn't dare to slack off the pole in his hand, and shook the bamboo raft with all his might, until he crossed the two hills, he breathed a sigh of relief,

He knew very well in his heart that if Wujiazhuang couldn't find his body, he would definitely not give up, and they might catch up at any time.

So, he found a nearby beachhead and abandoned the bamboo raft and pulled Jiang Xiaoli to the shore.

The night was dark.

People, very sad.

Not daring to walk the avenue, let alone staying, the two of them walked through the wild paths and woods in the dark.

Gradually, the dawn broke.

There is no way out of the mountains and rivers, and the willows and flowers are bright and another village.

In the early morning, the smoke curls up, and I see a family in the depths of the forest.

After running all night, Song Che and Jiang Xiaoli were hungry, thirsty and tired, but in order to ensure safety, Song Che asked Jiang Xiaoli to stay in the forest for a while and knocked on the door by himself.

The person who opened the door, a sixty-year-old woman, with white temples and a kind face.

"Auntie, we got lost in the mountains, passing by your house, can we ask for a bowl of water to drink?" Song Che was humble and polite.

The old woman glanced at Jiang Xiaoli, who was hiding behind a tree in the forest, and said with a smile: "It's rare to see someone else in the mountains, so call that friend of yours to come in with you." ”

It is a home of generosity and kindness.

Song Che and Jiang Xiaoli beckoned, waiting for her to walk into the grass house together.

Luzhong is a family of two, an old woman, an old man, Gu is a sixtieth year, here to escape the world, to live for a long time.

The old woman brought two bowls of rice porridge, although there was more water and less rice, but it was better than the delicious food in the world.

Song Che asked the old woman about some things again, and learned that this place was not far from Tongchuan City, a hundred miles away, and a two-day walk.

The porridge was full of water, and after a short rest, Song Che and Jiang Xiaoli said goodbye to the old couple.

Before leaving, the old woman packed a few steamed buns, stuffed a few eggs, and told them to eat on the road, while the old man used a donkey cart to send them to the nearest market town.

The old couple is destined to live a long life.

After arriving in the market town, Song Chedian his clothes and shoes, changed into cloth clothes with Jiang Xiaoli and dressed up in disguise, and then used the remaining silver taels to buy an ox cart and walked towards Tongchuan City.

Song Che's bloodshot eyes were always staring around, while Jiang Xiaoli curled up on the cart and fell asleep, the tears in the corners of his eyes, his pale face, and he was so haggard that it made people feel distressed.

In this way, after a day's journey, Song Che finally couldn't support it, and opened a guest room in a roadside shop, planning to rest for the night.

Considers!

The head had just been glued to the pillow.

"Da Da Da ......"

The sound of horses' hooves came from outside the store.

He suddenly fell asleep.

Jiang Xiaoli was also so frightened that he opened his eyes.

"Shhhh......h

Two men in Tsing Yi with sabers dismounted in front of the shop, seemingly holding a portrait in their hands, and they walked straight to the shop.

It's the people of Wujiazhuang.

Song Che immediately closed the window, picked up the candlestick on the table, turned to the door, gently opened the crack in the door, and looked in the direction of the counter.

Two bankers came to the counter, holding up the portrait and asked:

"Shopkeeper, have you ever seen the person in the painting?"

Through the crack in the door, you can see that the portrait painted is Song Che.

The shopkeeper is in his fifties, and now it is nearly night, it is estimated that he is dizzy, and he shook his head after looking at it for a while: "I haven't seen it." ”

Zhuang Ke slapped the portrait on the counter, and said: "This person stole our Wujiazhuang things, and now the village is searching for him, this portrait will be left in your shop, bother the shopkeeper to pay more attention to food and lodging, if you find his traces to report, you can get a reward of 50 taels of silver, if you bring his head to get 100 taels, if you can capture him alive as a reward of 200 taels!" ”

After saying that, he walked out of the shop, rode on a fast horse, and hurried to the next one.

The shopkeeper picked up the portrait and squinted thoughtfully.

Song Che saw that the situation was not good, and suddenly had a plan, opened the door and walked out generously, and greeted the shopkeeper with a smile:

"Shopkeeper, I just heard a deal in the house!"

The shopkeeper said: "Harm, what kind of business, killing and arresting people, I have an old bone, but I don't want to make a fortune on this." ”

"Really?"

Song Che took the portrait and took a look, this painting technique is really worrying, except that the hair ornament is somewhat similar to the face shape, and the facial features are completely different from the real person.

Now that he has already changed his hairstyle and outfit, as long as he is not recognized in person, he doesn't have to worry about this portrait alone.

"Shopkeeper, I see that the person on this portrait is a little similar to me, why don't you take the portrait to Majiazhuang and knock them fifty taels of silver, how about we divide it equally afterwards?" Song Che asked tentatively.

The best way to get rid of suspicion is to "go dark".

The shopkeeper hurriedly waved his hand and muttered: "Young man, you have to have a way to make money, what kind of place is Majiazhuang, I don't dare to knock their money if I have ten guts." ”

Song Che naturally put the portrait into his arms: "Then I kept this wealth for you?" ”

The shopkeeper didn't care at all.

Song Che returned to the guest room, closed the door, and let out a long sigh, at least tonight, in this small shop, I can sleep well.

Early the next morning.

The sky was slightly bright, Song Che and Jiang Xiaoli got up early, and in order not to be recognized, he put a pinch of mustache on his mouth.

After dawn, many "bounty" hunters appeared on the avenue, most of them in groups of three or five, carrying hemp ropes and sticks, holding a portrait of Song Che in their hands.

To be on the safe side, Song Che also found a wooden stick and used the portrait he got from the shopkeeper last night to pretend to be a bounty hunter.

"Boy, I see that you look a bit like this portrait, where did you come from?"

"Don't you ask me, I haven't found out yet, you look a little like this portrait, where did you come from?"

"Oh, don't quarrel, everyone is a peer, last night's bad gambler Li Laosan, just felt that he was very similar to the person in the portrait, so he colluded with his cousin to extort fifty taels of reward, you guess so, but he didn't ask for a penny, and he was beaten by the people of Majiazhuang and lost half his life!"

"And this kind of thing, then you have to be cautious, brother, I suddenly think you don't look like much, misunderstanding, misunderstanding......"

Want to cast your nets?

It's just whimsical!

Afternoon.

After the cattle did not stop, they arrived at the outskirts of Tongchuan City.

Now we have encountered another difficult thing.

Officers and soldiers set up cards in front of the road and checked the road quotations.

Not far from the checkpoint, there are still a few Wujiazhuang guests, holding portraits and passing by business travelers along the way.

Song Che's guide should have been brought into Tongchuan City by Shen Wenjun and the others, as for Jiang Xiaoli, she is a woman from the Miao family, and she doesn't have this thing.

But the city must be entered.

In desperation, Song Che could only bite the bullet, lower his head, walk to the checkpoint, say that his road was lost, and ask if he could be accommodating.

(To be continued......)