On the official road of Xiao Suo, a carriage was walking slowly, and the 'coachman' was waving a horsewhip at will. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

"Brother Zhou, where are we?" a slightly tired voice came from the carriage.

"Childe, we have approached the border of the Great Song Dynasty and are about to enter Dali......" As soon as the voice in the car fell, the coachman who was holding a horsewhip and waving it at will hurriedly replied.

After the driver's words fell, there was no more sound in the car, and the driver returned to his previous languid appearance.

This group of people was Zhao Ming and others who escaped from the Longmen Inn, and after the four of them rode wild for half a day, they noticed that there was no trace of tracking before they stopped, and at this moment, Zhao Ming was almost soaked with his own blood and sweat.

Zhou Mingcheng originally planned to find a place to live and let Zhao Ming heal his injuries first, but Zhao Ming decided to leave after thinking about it again, after all, this place is not far from the desert border, and with the power of the big shopkeeper of the Dragon Gate Inn here, if he wants to find himself and others, he will definitely not be able to escape from the palm of his hand, so Zhao Ming finally decided to buy a carriage and heal his injuries on the road, although it may take longer, but at least it is safe.

And their goal was also changed from Peijing, the capital of the Great Song Dynasty, to the capital of Dali.

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"Take a break, Brother Zhou, please go and make a fire......" After walking for a while, Zhao Ming, who was healing in the car, opened his eyes and said, it's not that he is tired, he has also been used to the days on horseback for so many years, but the bumps in the road are unbearable for the bodies of Chunmiao's mother and daughter.

After Chunmiao spoke, Chunmiao cast a grateful look at Zhao Ming, the rush along the way, especially the kind of road without official roads after entering the border, the carriage was even more bumpy, which made the mortal Chunmiao mother and daughter miserable, but they also knew that they couldn't delay the trip because of the two of them, so as long as Zhao Ming didn't open their mouths along the way, they didn't make a sound, and Zhao Ming also woke up after healing and found that the two of them had pale faces before remembering.

After hearing the sound in the car, Zhou Mingcheng hurriedly pulled the reins in his hand and drove the carriage aside.

Zhao Ming walked out of it first, Zhao Ming at this moment is almost no longer the image of a little monk when he entered the desert, half a year has passed, Zhao Ming at this moment has long hair and shoulders, looking like a son of everyone, no one would have thought that this would be a monk.

Zhao Ming got out of the carriage and took a look at the environment in front of him, here has almost entered the territory of Dali, Yunnan, the climate can be said to be two completely different from the desert, Zhao Ming quickly adapted to it, but Chunmiao mother and daughter live in the desert all year round, and they are still a little uncomfortable when they first arrive at this warm climate.

Zhao Ming got out of the carriage, and Chunmiao's mother and daughter also followed, and at this moment, Zhou Mingcheng had found some dead branches and leaves to light the fire.

"Childe, I'll go get some food ......" Zhou Mingcheng said a word and turned around and entered the forest, Zhao Ming did not object to Zhou Mingcheng's words, several people basically ate dry food for a few months, and Zhao Ming himself was a little tired of eating.

"Brother Zhao...... How long will it take us to get there?" asked Chunmiao, sitting next to Zhao Ming, holding a wooden stick and carrying a fire.

Zhao Ming didn't tell them that he was a Shaolin disciple, so Chunmiao's name for Zhao Ming has changed from the original Zhao Gongzi to the current Zhao Da Ge.

"Hehe, we have already entered the territory of Dali, it is estimated that we should be there in less than a month......" Looking at Chunmiao's face that became more and more delicate after leaving the desert, Zhao Ming smiled and said.

"Oh......" Chunmiao lowered her head and didn't speak again, but kept picking up the fire with the branch in her hand.

Chunmiao's mother didn't speak the language of the Central Plains, but she still smiled when she heard the intimacy between the two.

Soon Zhou Mingcheng walked back with a half-sized deer.

"It seems that I have good luck today, and there is still venison to eat...... Zhao Ming looked at the deer in Zhou Mingcheng's hand and couldn't help but say.

"Childe, I'll go get a ......" After speaking, Zhou Mingcheng carried the deer to find a water source, of course, this place is different from the desert, and water is not scarce, so Zhao Ming just nodded at Zhou Mingcheng's words and didn't say much.

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"Brother Zhao, it's okay......" Chunmiao handed a roasted venison in his hand to Zhao Ming, but Zhao Ming didn't take it immediately.

Looking at the black lump in front of him, Zhao Ming was hesitating whether to take it, but looking at Chunmiao's expectant eyes, Zhao Ming gritted his teeth and finally stretched out his hand.

Seeing Zhao Ming take the venison he roasted, Chun Miao suddenly smiled, and Zhou Mingcheng, who was sitting next to him, cast a pity on Zhao Ming......

Zhao Ming put the black thing in his hand into his mouth, bit it down, and chewed it hard.

"Brother Zhao, how is it?" Chunmiao looked at Zhao Ming with big eyes.

Hearing Chunmiao's words, Zhao Ming curled the corners of his mouth when he saw that, and said, "Still... Yes, it's the first time I've been able to bake it like this... It's delicious, it's very good, keep working hard......" After speaking, Zhao Ming forcibly swallowed the thing that had been chewing in his mouth for a long time with difficulty.

"Really, then I'll taste it too...... Hearing Zhao Ming's words, Chun Miao was suddenly excited, and as he said that, he was about to pick up the remaining piece of roast meat on his stick and eat it, Zhao Ming saw it and hurriedly reached out and grabbed it, and then stuffed the venison that Zhou Mingcheng had just roasted and was ready to eat into Chun Miao's hand.

"It's ....... Your roasted venison is just so delicious...... Your brother Zhao doesn't have enough of a piece, well, you just eat this piece, although it may not be as good as what you baked...... It's delicious, but it looks like it should taste good......" As he spoke, Zhao Ming swallowed as he looked at the golden appearance of the piece of roast venison that Zhou Mingcheng had roasted in Chunmiao's hand.

Chunmiao and his gang glanced at Zhao Ming, and did not doubt him, "Oh" and lowered his head to nibble on the venison in his hand, maybe the venison was really delicious, Chunmiao didn't stop after tasting the first bite.

Looking at Chunmiao's loving appearance, looking at the two black 'stones' in his hands, Zhao Ming had a feeling of gratitude that wanted to cry without tears.

Zhou Mingcheng was very pitiful for Zhao Ming's behavior of beating the swollen fat man, but he still handed another piece of barbecue meat in his hand to Chunmiao's mother......

Chunmiao's mother naturally knew what her girl's 'craftsmanship' was, looking at the roast venison that Zhou Mingcheng handed to her, looking at Zhao Ming, hesitating whether to replace the two black things in Zhao Ming's hands......