After looking at the panel, I saw that my mental points were only 5. This operation consumed more energy than enchanting, and it had been reduced by more than half, so I fell asleep.
Shao Zhen was woken up by the sound of horses neighing. When he opened his eyes, he saw that it was already broad daylight. Waves of bugles sounded, indicating that it was time to pack up and set off. Shao Zhen quickly packed up the tents and gathered people from Tsav's department into the brigade. Tsav even went to take a look at the goods. After all, he was the "owner of the goods."
Shao Zhen didn't join in the fun because the escort team had shady things. Of course, I can’t see the light, so I keep my distance. Of course, on the other hand, how much does Tsav believe in himself? Li Jun himself said that he was a herbal collector, but the route he was taking now was not a route commonly taken by herbal collectors, and the method he was doing was not in line with what a herbal collector would do. Probably no one would suspect it for three or two days, but it won't work for a long time. Shao Zhen has to find an opportunity to help Li Jun fill this loophole. After all, it is very beneficial to follow this large team with different intentions. It not only avoids the hardship of sleeping in the open, but also can continue to advance the plot.
"Ta-ta-ta, tap-ta-ta." The sound of horse hooves interrupted Shao Zhen's thinking. It was Chafu who had returned from going to see the goods, and the brigade officially set off.
The Big Escort Bureau constantly dispatched scouts in all directions, running back and forth on the vast grassland, which was very hard and busy. But God was not moved. The heavy rain still came on time, but it was a little lighter than the previous two days. Shao Zhen and Chafu walked together on a BMW wearing raincoats and chatted about the current situation. Most of it was Chafu who listened to Shao Zhen.
From the observations in the past two days, it is known that Chafu himself still trusts Shao Zhen, but the reason is not very clear. Therefore, Shao Zhen will speak frankly about anything that has nothing to do with his identity.
When talking about the caravan, Shao Zhen directly reminded Chafu to be careful, and Chafu nodded in agreement. Just when Chafu asked about Shao Zhen's origins intentionally or unintentionally, a fast horse ran over: "Do you have a doctor?"
Chafu and Shao Zhen rode to the cargo owner's carriage. They saw one of the fat cargo owners was in low spirits. Next to him was the captain of the escort team. It turned out that their accompanying doctor and scouts had gone out. The cargo owner had just vomited violently, so they asked Is there anyone in the next two small tribes who can help?
Shao Zhen didn't say anything, and directly took the cargo owner's pulse. The pulse was large and solid, heavy and weak. He looked at the vomit again, took out a small bottle in his arms, poured a small pill into the cargo owner's mouth, and drank it. He also told him to eat less meat and drink less water, and the fat man agreed with a painful look on his face.
Looking at the captain's curious eyes, he analyzed that it was caused by indigestion due to eating too much.
Amidst the thanks from the cargo owners and captains, Shao Zhen and Tsav returned to the tribe's carriage. Seeing Tsaf's consulting eyes, Shao Zhen's heart moved and he said: I am not only a medicine collector, but also a walking doctor.
Chafu laughed and said: OK, OK, I found the baby.
Shao Zhen also laughed, thinking that this identity would be more useful and could last longer.
While the two were chatting and laughing, a long wind whistle sounded. The captain of the escort agency shouted and made a gesture, and three people rode out in the direction of the whistle. Then the sound of rapid arrow whistles kept coming.
The hook-nosed man held a small yellow flag and shouted loudly in the team: Enemy attack, enemy attack. . . . . . .
There was no need for anyone to direct the crowd. The women gathered with their children in the middle of the team, while the men stood around in a circle with their bows and arrows loaded, watching the direction of the whistle.
As if emerging from the gray sky, dozens of somewhat messy horses slowly ran over to the left of the team. They stopped and looked at the caravan from a distance, and a hook-nosed man led a few people to meet them.
