During the long night, the three of them talked briefly.
Liao Heng claimed to be one of the top three imperial scholars and wanted to go to Yangzhou to serve as an official.
Jiang Yun is a heroic and courageous person who is determined to go to the coast to eradicate disasters and eliminate disasters for the people.
Song Che thought in his mind that due to this sudden heavy rain, it would be impossible to travel by water for a while. If he traveled by land, it would be thousands of miles away. Jiang Yun is highly skilled in martial arts and Liao Heng is also a smart man. Traveling with them is the most appropriate choice.
It is estimated that the other two people thought so in their hearts, so the three of them coincided with each other and walked together through thick and thin.
Early the next morning.
Song Che, who was in a daze, was woken up by a "rustling" sound. He rubbed his eyes, and Liao Heng opposite him also woke up.
"Where's Brother Jiang?"
The bonfire has been extinguished and Jiang Yun has disappeared.
The two went out looking for the sound.
I saw Jiang Yun in a corner of the temple, digging a hole in the earth with his sword scabbard. There were three corpses wrapped in yellow scarves at his feet.
Song Che and Liao Heng looked at each other and understood each other. They each left a wooden board under the eaves and stepped forward to help dig the hole and bury the person.
"Brother Jiang, you killed them, why did you still bury them?" Liao Heng asked.
Jiang Yundao: "Kill them because they were guilty during their lifetime, and bury them because they are buried in peace."
Song Che smiled and said, "You're quite a weird person."
Jiang Yun tilted his head and said slowly: "The most important thing is that they are from the government, and they buried the corpses and wiped out traces."
Song Che smiled with a bit of approval in his eyes.
From a simple chat last night, we can roughly tell that Jiang Yun is a person with a bold and informal personality. He has a typical chivalrous spirit in the world, strong in martial arts, understands right and wrong, simple yet wise, rigorous yet cute. You can make friends with such people.
The three of them worked together to bury the body.
It was raining in the morning, and it was pouring.
"You... don't have a car?" Song Che looked at the two people beside him. Not only did he not have a car, he didn't even seem to have rain gear.
Liao Heng said bitterly: "I originally had a horse, but I forgot to tie the rope tightly when I was peeing. Suddenly there was a thunder in the sky, which scared it away."
"The reason why people have two legs is to walk. If a horse can walk, a person can also walk, so why do we need to ride a horse?"
Jiang Yunzhi strode outside the temple. The cowhide boots under his feet were already worn out. It seemed that he had really walked a lot.
"Let's go, Brother Chen. There is a posthouse not far ahead. When we get there, we can collect money to buy a car."
"That's all we have to do."
Song Che sighed and followed.
The three of them just kept walking. The road washed away by the heavy rain was full of potholes and mud. Jiang Yun was a skilled martial artist, and the flowing water felt like walking on the flat ground. Song Che and Liao Hengke suffered a lot. They walked four or five miles and fell seven or eight times. No matter how precious their brocade clothes were, Turned into mud clothes.
After finally getting to the inn, I didn't expect that renting a carriage would cost ten taels of silver, and the carriage would have to be returned only at the next inn. The price of the coachman would have to be calculated separately.
Song Che felt all over his body and only managed to collect three taels of broken silver. As for Jiang Yun, he also drank the few remaining copper coins.
Liao Heng took out a shriveled money bag from the baggage, struggled for a long time before taking out a piece of silver, and sighed: "I don't have much money, ten taels is the limit."
"It's better to take it and tidy it up. After eating and drinking, you can go on the road." Jiang Yun stretched out his hand to grab it.
Liao Heng quickly put the silver into his arms like a golden treasure, "That won't work. It's a thousand miles away from Yangzhou. If we don't spend it sparingly, we will have to sleep in the open day and night."
Song Che actually had 500,000 taels of flying money in his pocket, but the exchange mechanism of the Liang Dynasty was extremely simple and he couldn't spend it even if he wanted to.
Song Che couldn't help but feel bitter when he thought that he who once spent money like water and never blinked an eyelid was now in trouble for a carriage.
But then I thought again, isn’t this the life of ordinary people? With only money, rice, oil and salt, life is in straits.
The three of them discussed it for a while, and finally relied on Song Che's sharp tongue to buy the donkey that was being polished in the post house for thirteen taels of silver, and then put it on two wheels and a wooden board. In this way, a " The "Convertible" was born.
Jiang Yun, who had no money to pay, was responsible for driving the car, while Song Che and Liao Heng sat unceremoniously at the back. The three of them were wearing bamboo hats and raincoats, and were driving unsteadily on the muddy road. The speed was really not much faster, but at least they didn't have to fall over.
Gradually, the rain became heavier.
The water on the dirt road is getting deeper and deeper, and no matter how thick the donkey's hooves are, they don't know where to start.
Three men, weighing four to five hundred kilograms, are quite a embarrassment to an old donkey.
"How about we find a place to take shelter from the rain——"
"Get out of the way! Get out of the way! Don't get in the way!"
"Da da da……"
I saw five or six swordsmen wrapped in raincoats and bamboo hats, whipping their horses and galloping in the heavy rain. The mud and water they trampled stirred up several feet.
Even when they encountered a donkey cart, they did not slow down and passed right by it, leaving the three of them covered in mud.
The donkey was also frightened by the fast horse, staggered a few steps, and successfully got the wheels of the cart into the ditch. Song Che and Liao Heng on the cart lost their grip, and both fell from the cart, one of them falling backwards. , one fell and the dog chewed the mud.
Jiang Yun tapped his toes lightly and landed on the donkey's back while stepping on the carriage shaft. He pointed at Song Che and Liao Heng who were lying on the ground in a panic, and smiled heartlessly: "Hahaha... look, those wearing brocade boots, It may not be cleaner than an ordinary person like me wearing linen and straw sandals."
Song Che spat on the mud, jumped up and yelled at the horse team: "Street boy! You are in a hurry to reincarnate! I curse you not to live until tomorrow!"
"Hey, what should we do now? The axle seems to have been broken, and the car may not be usable." Liao Heng sighed as he looked at the cart stuck in the mud.
Song Che smiled bitterly and said, "At least we still have this donkey."
"That's right. How about we find a good place, kill the donkey, cook a pot of fragrant donkey meat soup, and have a full meal?" Jiang Yun suggested with a smile.
Song Che and Liao Heng were not in the mood to joke. They each picked up a wooden stick on the side of the road and continued to move forward.
The coir raincoats and hats could not withstand the heavy rain, and soon the three of them were soaked in the rain. Wearing soaked clothes and boots, Song Che could clearly feel that his body temperature was dropping. If he continued walking like this, he would definitely get sick.
"Moo!"
Suddenly, there was a sound of Oxbridge coming from behind.
Song Che turned around and saw a bullock cart slowly approaching in the hazy mist and rain. The driver was also wearing a bamboo hat.
Green cows, smoke and rain, people in coir raincoats, could it be that gods have come down to earth?
As the bullock cart approached, I could see more clearly. The man driving the cart was not tall. He was dressed in cloth and had his bamboo hat pushed down very low. He had a sickle on his waist.
There was a piece of oilcloth covering the back of the oxcart, and green cabbage could be seen through the gaps on the edge. This is a pulling truck.
"Brother, our car broke down when we passed a pothole. It's raining heavily. How about you give us a ride?" Song Che wiped the water stains on his face and asked with a smile.
The bullock cart stopped, and the man was silent for a while, then softly uttered three words:
"I'm not a brother, come up here."
The voice was very clear, it turned out to be a woman.
