Shen Tang threw the digging knife on the ground.
He said angrily: "What am I going to do in Xiaocheng? Am I throwing myself into a trap? Besides, what's the point of going to that shabby place?"
Respect her character as a fugitive!
"Mr. Shen Xiaolang, aren't you worried about other relatives?"
Shen Tang hesitated after hearing this.
Qishan's words touched her heart.
No matter what, since she is using this body now, she should know about the past of the original owner, so as not to cause trouble in the future when she meets someone the original owner knows. I don’t know if the original owner of the body has any relatives. If they survive the pain of being distributed, I can take care of them secretly. If the relatives cannot survive and die, I can also collect the body for others to prevent it from being exposed in the wilderness.
The change in Shen Tang's expression fell on Qi Shan's eyes, whose eyebrows were filled with visible joy.
It is expected that Shen Tang's choice will go as he wishes!
"I can see that Mr. Shen Xiaolang has extraordinary potential and may make great achievements in the future. Qi is not talented and is called a celebrity. Although he is not as good as those famous Confucian teachers in the world, he is more than enough to teach Mr. Shen Xiaolang the basic things. …”
Shen Tang had a plan in mind, but didn't say it.
She said deliberately: "I have memorized all those books by Yuan Liang."
Qi Shan laughed dumbly, raised his finger and pointed at his own brain, and said confidently: "Mr. Shen Xiaolang, the truly precious content is here. If you can master the art of writing after reading a few volumes of words and spirits, it would be too easy to steal the teacher. ”
"Yuanliang's words make sense, but Xiaocheng..." That was the place where Gong's prisoners were distributed. She spent so much effort to escape, but ended up running over again. If she was unlucky enough to bump into her escort in the small town, She was so embarrassed because she was on official duty, "You have to give me a guarantee."
"For example?"
Shen Tang: "For example, the spirit of speech that can change the body shape and appearance."
Qishan: "..."
He really doesn't have such a thing here, or there is no such kind of speech spirit in his knowledge - speech spirits in the world are all used for power, strategy, and martial arts. Why is Shen Xiaolangjun's mind so strange?
Although he has no words, he has something else.
"What's this?"
Shen Tang caught the small bottle he threw.
Opening the bottle, he squinted and looked inside. He saw a bottle of dark, fine powder. He didn't know what it was used for.
Qishan revealed the answer: "Ashes at the bottom of the pot."
Shen Tang: "..."
He smiled and said: "Put some on your face, or run more and sunbathe more and sweat more. If you don't shower and wash yourself for seven or eight days, who can recognize you?"
Shen Tang imagined that he had been sweating for seven or eight days without taking a shower, as if he could smell the pungent sour smell that was hard to describe.
"Is this your bad idea?"
"How is this a bad idea?" Qishan's smile faded away, without any emotion. "This is my experience."
Shen Tang was slightly surprised.
Speaking from experience?
However, Qi Shan obviously did not want to dwell on this, and raised his voice again: "Shen Xiaolang, there is actually no need to worry so much. Those escorting officials are far more 'derelict' in their duties than you. It is unlikely that they will report the fugitive's escape. The most likely thing is to cut off another person's ear to fill your spot. Therefore, you don't have to worry about seeing your wanted portrait at the gate of Xiaocheng."
Even if the official did not "dereliction of duty and fooled around" and reported Shen Tang's escape and the artist drew a wanted portrait, so what?
With the level of abstraction in the portraits painted by those painters, unless the face has very obvious features, the mother would not be able to recognize her when she comes, let alone the city gate where people come in and out every day. The possibility of Shen Tang's identity being exposed is too small.
Some words gave Shen Tang reassurance.
"Okay, just go."
She dug a huge deep pit, threw all the corpses in, and filled it back with soil. When she was done, it was already the moon. Qi Shan started a bonfire and baked the pancakes made by Shen Tangyan's spirit. She could eat the hot pancakes as soon as she sat down.
"hot!"
I misjudged the temperature of the pancake and almost burned my tongue.
This kind of pancake has no taste. Except for the burnt aroma in the burnt parts, everything else is the same. The more you eat, the thirstier you become. You need a sip of water after every two bites, and it tastes very bland in your mouth. She couldn't help but murmur in her mind why she couldn't add stuffing, such as pickles and meat.
For some reason, Qi Shan went to bed extra early tonight.
I neither read books nor practiced speaking skills.
Shen Tang couldn't sleep for the time being, so he stood by the bonfire in a daze.
I don't know how long it took, but I heard the sound of grass and trees being stepped on. Someone was approaching me cautiously, but there was no harm in it.
The man sat down not far from Shen Tang, and by the firelight he saw that it was the silly son of Yu Shi Zhongcheng, who was staring at her intentionally or unintentionally.
Shen Tang took the initiative to stir up the topic: "Has Zhong Cheng fallen asleep?"
The man said: "Well, it's just that the injury is too serious and I have a slight fever. I have to try to get some herbs tomorrow."
