Jiaohua

Chapter 116
The wind is strong at night, and the wildfire is the most important thing to be underestimated.

Xia Zhaoyi struggled to get up from sleepiness, packed up her things, and left Qingyun where she was. She went to explore the road, and after confirming a path that could be walked, she came back and took Qingyun with her.

As the dawn breaks, the mountain fire is getting bigger and bigger, and the flames are frantically devouring the lush summer vegetation.

Lieutenant Lin led a group of soldiers and ran out of the mountain in embarrassment.

"Trash! It's really trash!" Lin Xiaowei was furious.

No one dared to say anything, and everyone looked at the other side of the mountain timidly.

For the time being, only black smoke can be seen here, but if there is no heavy rain, it may have to burn forever.

After a while of silence, a team couldn't bear it anymore, and said softly: "Captain, what should we do now?"

"What can I do, what else can I do!" Lieutenant Lin said angrily, "He said he had found the note, and it was indeed an informer, but he was thrown down to his death while holding the note."

"Is this... okay?"

"Do you have a better way?" Lieutenant Lin turned to stare at him, "If not, then go and count the number of people and see how many people are missing!"

"Yes……"

"Weakness!" Lieutenant Lin kicked over.

The team is falling into the ground.

"I warn you, this matter is related to everyone's life, so don't let it out, or I will be the first to take your knife!" Lieutenant Lin said viciously again.

No one answered, everyone's expressions were tense, and they were all afraid of the fire.

In the morning light, the smoke was like a devil's claw, scratching the hearts of the soldiers.

But in the deep mountains on the other side of the fire, two soldiers also wearing light armor were walking across the river, climbing up the river bank on slippery stones.

"Come on." The one who landed first turned around to pull the man behind.

The two lay down on the bank panting, looking at the fire in the west.

The fire was getting bigger and bigger, and the hot wind was blowing over, fearing that it would bring the flames with it.

"Old Tong, can we run away like this?" the thin one asked uncertainly.

"It doesn't matter, it won't be a good life if you stay anyway." Old Tong gritted his teeth, feeling afraid in his heart, and at the same time trying to calm himself down.

"It's still too late to go back now..." Zhi Changle said.

"We wanted to be soldiers, but we didn't want to shoot birds and climb mountains to make those faces happy." Old Tong said angrily, "Brother Bai went down for the two of us, and the rope was chopped off by that Lin, why! Such a dangerous thing, why don’t they go by themselves! I lost my life for a few steamed buns, if I knew it back then, I should have gone to Chongyi to join those bandits!”

Thinking of all the people who died these days, Old Tong trembled with anger.

Zhi Changle was rejoicing: "If you really went to seek refuge with the bandits back then, you might have died there now. Song Shangshu's precious son went back and forth a few times and killed all the ones he caught. He didn’t stay. Those who were still hiding in the mountains and ran away, he brought soldiers and horses to block them.”

Old Tong's gaze became yearning: "It would be great if we could go to a Ming lord back then. If we followed General Song Lang, we wouldn't have to suffer today." He said, shaking his head, "No, we are not young anymore, General Song Lang was too young at that time, he should have gone to talk to Duke Rong back then."

Daqian is now, only Rong Guogong is still prosperous, and the others have long since died.

The reason why he chose Jing'anhou's mansion at the beginning was also because Jing'anhou Tao Daijiang was the only upstart who had been conferred a title in addition to being conferred a title since the first year of Xuanyan.

Of course, when Old Tong came to join him, he just wanted to have a good meal.

"I'm not tired anymore," Old Tong said, "Aren't you tired? If you're not tired, let's go."

Zhi Changle got up, and said tiredly: "Go, walk, you have to go if you are tired."

It's a little better to walk outwards, but it takes more to walk inwards.

It was not until the next afternoon that Xia Zhaoyi led Qingyun out.

Under the mountains, apricot blossoms are white around the village, and the setting sun pours on the fences. There are spearwood, fighting grass and wine jars piled up in many fences.

Coming down the mountain, there was noise not far away, and many farmers gathered there.

Xia Zhaoyi led the horse over, and on the other side of the crowd was a dirt road, which was very open.

Looking across the dirt road, there is an earthen temple in front of it. In front of the earthen temple, many soldiers are beating people, and the ones being beaten are also soldiers, squatting there with their heads in their hands, huddled together.

"Good fight, kill them!" An old man next to him shouted.

"They are the only ones who are harmed, not things." Another person said.

Xia Zhaoyi stood at the end of the crowd, looked at the situation below, and asked the old woman beside him: "Old man, is there a tailor shop or a small shop selling steamed buns and fruits in the village?"

The old woman looked back at her, then looked at the horse next to her, and was taken aback: "Xiaowa, is this your horse?"

Xia Zhaoyi looked back at Qingyun, nodded, "It's sort of."

"Where did you get your horse?"

Xia Zhaoyi smiled: "Old man, I want to find a tailor shop. Is there one in the village? If you show me the way, I will tell you where my horse comes from."

The old woman shook her head: "Not in the village, you have to go to Xitao Town, if you want to buy food, you can go there, but that old man is over there now."

The old woman points to the crowd.

Xia Zhaoyi followed his gaze and looked over.

There were a lot of people there, many children sat straddling their father's neck, and some older children clapped their hands and laughed in groups, pointing at the soldiers who were beaten below, and some even threw stones at them.

But the strength is small, and the throw is not far.

The old woman said that the old Zhangtou was next to these children. He usually hid a lot of malt candy in his pocket. When he saw a clever and lively child or a sweet-mouthed child, he would stuff a few pieces of it, so the children in the village also liked to play with him.

When Xia Zhaoyi looked over, those children had already paid attention to this side.

"That woman actually led the horse..."

"I don't know where it came from. I also want to get a horse to ride."

"Hahaha, can you ride?"

Xia Zhaoyi withdrew his gaze and said to the old woman, "Thank you old man, I brought this horse from Chongyi. Have you heard of General Song Lang?"

The old woman was taken aback: "General Lang?"

Xia Zhaoyi smiled, and without further ado, he led the horse and left.

"Hey, hey, she's gone!"

"That horse doesn't look very good, it's far worse than those soldiers below!"

"You don't want to be your business, let's borrow it!"

"go!"

A bunch of eleven or twelve-year-old children ran away immediately.

On the grass beside the village road at the foot of the mountain, many horses were parked, and a dozen rows of soldiers stood on the other side.

A carriage in the distance was not slow. The stone raised his whip, and suddenly froze for a while, looking up at the mountain.

"What's wrong?" Feng Ze asked.

"Why is it her again?"

"Who?"

Dai Yu and the others also raised their heads.

Dai Yu laughed with a "hey": "It's fun and fun, I also met here."

(End of this chapter)