In a short time, Takhar ate a lot of meat, and then he got up and walked a few steps, and it seemed that there was no big problem without his body.

The big tiger watched Tahar stand up again, jumped around Tahar excitedly, and then rubbed his head against Tahar's fat face. Of course, I'm also very happy.

We got up and cleaned up the things in the house, and Grandma walked out of the house alone, and was about to leave the village, and Grandma always had to say goodbye to the neighbors.

She came to the mother-in-law's house, the goddess had not woken up, grandma knocked on the door, and shouted twice outside the door, the goddess was woken up by the shouting outside the house, opened the door and saw grandma standing outside the door, early in the morning, the weather was very cold, grandma's face was frozen red, and the goddess beckoned grandma into the house to warm up.

The goddess's home is very dilapidated, this house has been built for many years, once she and her husband lived here together, those days have been in the depths of the goddess's memory has not been forgotten, the goddess has been living alone in this house for so many years, this is the small wooden house she built with her husband who went into the mountains to hunt and disappeared, this house is older than Grandma's age, a few days ago, the mountain blew more than three months of white-haired wind, the goddess's house was crushed by the snow above a roof, the house exposed a big hole。 It was a few strong hunters in the village who helped him fix the roof. Although the hole was filled, if the wind outside blew stronger, there was still some wind that could blow into the house along some gaps, during this time, the goddess's house was very cold, and Grandma told her that her family was going to leave the village to live in the gate, and wanted to leave her big wooden house to the goddess to live in after she left.

The goddess promised Grandma, there was no belongings in this dilapidated house, Grandma helped the goddess to clean up briefly, and then took the goddess back to her home.

Uncle Boli has moved the belongings that have been packed to the two wooden plows made yesterday, and he made a set of small saddles for the big tiger, the big tiger is responsible for pulling a wooden climbing plow, and the remaining one wooden climbing plough Grandma to pull, I and Tahar two children can just lie on it, the master and Uncle Boli two people carry a large wooden basket behind each other, which is full of some valuable things, some antlers and good skins with good coat color, these are all used to exchange silver taels on the road.

After Grandma took the goddess to clean up all the things she had brought from the house, Uncle Boli and the master brought in a lot of chopped wood into the house, which was enough for the goddess to burn in the house for several days.

After working all morning and the sky brightened, our group bid farewell to this wooden house and began our journey to the customs in the morning light.

It took us two whole days to get out of the old forest and come to the official road, which was really cold enough, and we would find a leeward place every night to dig a few snow caves and lay some animal skins to sleep, and often wake up in the middle of the night, and eat hard pieces of meat every day, and this guy Tahar didn't want to eat frozen meat pieces at all, and yelled hard to eat hot ones.

I'm used to eating raw meat, and I don't pay much attention to eating these cold pieces of meat, not to mention that these meats have been cooked in a big pot before, and they can be chewed. Such a cold day can not be in the field to light a fire for warmth, we just have to rush every day, I am better, can follow the master during the day, Tahar is more miserable, he has never walked such a long way, every time he just walked for a period of time, he has to go up the climbing plow to rest for a while, and then get down from the climbing plow when he is frozen and can't stand it, when to walk on the body is warmer, when to run to the wooden climbing plow to lie down, these two days Tahar spent most of his time lying on the climbing plow wrapped in a thick animal skin coat to keep warm, the big tiger is very tired these days, because it has been dragging the wooden climbing plow forward, Tahar is very heavy, the big tiger walks very hard every day。

We finally walked to the official road, where there is a post station on the side of the road every thirty miles, and these post stations are open all year round, just to be able to earn the silver taels in the arms of those people who enter and exit the customs on the official road, and most of them are naked black shops.

The master led a few of us in.

This post station is quite clean, up and down two floors, there are a few tables below, although it is a little shabby, but it is wiped clean, there are a few guest rooms on the second floor, there is a big stove in the center of the post station, the charcoal inside is burning red, so the room is quite warm, a corner of the inn is randomly stacked with a lot of wine jars, some of them are covered with red cloths, some are not covered, it seems to be some empty jars, this winter business is not good, the shopkeeper is sitting by the fire to keep warm, two fourteen or fifteen-year-old little maids are cleaning the house, and one is sitting in a daze at the counter。

The shopkeeper saw that our pedestrians entered the house, and did not rush forward to receive us, probably because we were not very well dressed, and at first glance it was a few mountain people, thinking that we might not have any oil and water to fish, so he greeted the little guy who was cleaning the house, and did not look at us again.

"Are you going to be a tip or staying in a hotel!" the little guy didn't put down his work, and said to us as he wiped the table.

"Don't bother the second brother, let's drink a few bowls of hot tea here and rest and leave!" The master greeted him with a smile and said to the shopkeeper very politely.

"A big bowl of hot tea with three copper plates, a few bowls of guest officer!" said to the master arrogantly, not at all like a hospitality, speaking loudly and magnificently, it seems that he thinks that a few of us are poor and not like a rich person, and wants to send us poor guys away quickly.

"Okay, let's come to thirty bowls of hot tea first, little second brother, please hurry up and serve tea, we are still in a hurry!" The master was also a little annoyed when he saw the shopkeeper showing such a face, and he had the heart to ** him, and as he spoke, he took out a piece of broken silver from his bun and threw it at the feet of the shopkeeper unceremoniously.

"Haole, guest officer, please come in!" The shopkeeper saw the silver under his feet, but his face was happy, these days, the rich man is the uncle, isn't it just thirty bowls of hot tea, I'll see how many bowls you can drink today.

"Thirty bowls of hot tea, walking!" The shopkeeper suddenly raised his voice and shouted, startling us.

Among our group, only the master can speak official language, so just a few of us did not make a sound, we left the big tiger outside the post station to take care of the two climbing plows, the master and Uncle Boli carried a big wooden basket on their backs, Grandma held Tahar with her left hand, and pulled me with her right hand, so the five of us walked into the house, found a pine long table near the fire and sat down, Grandma led our two children into the fire to warm our hands, these two days on the road, I and Tahar's hands and feet were frozen, especially me, since I was a child, naked outside, although I had eaten the meat of the fire mouse, but that night can only keep the body warmMy hands and feet have been suffering from chilblains for so many years, and Tahar has also frozen his ears and hands in the past two days.