Quick wear: the villain's father's fine cub

Chapter 349
The carriage was driving leisurely, and when it met a speeding student from the Sage Academy, they offered to give way without saying hello.

No one thought that the farmer who smelled of cow dung on the side of the road would be a classmate.

At night, Wan Zhuan rested.The carriage stopped in the forest where the road turned, with the back against a big tree and a small earth temple in front of it.There are shrubs on both sides to cover it, so it is not easy to find.

Wan Zhuan put the floating dust off her back and put it on her lap to let her sleep on her stomach.

The position in front of the carriage is not big.

Wan Chan leaned against the wooden plank, hugged the sleeping floating dust on his body, and was covered with a small quilt.With feet hanging outside, it will be a night.

The next morning, Wan Zhuan woke up and went on his way.

Fuchen's little quilt was warmed up, and his feet were still hot, so he ran back into the carriage and curled up on the cow dung to rest.

She wanted to drive a carriage, but she didn't have clothes to keep out the wind and to be warm and suitable for camouflage.

The carriage walked leisurely again early in the morning, and arrived at the gate of Lu Kingdom before noon.

The assembled team didn't see it, but they knew that many disciples from the Sage Academy were waiting in the city.

Wan Zhuan drove a carriage into the city.

Officers and soldiers are checking one by one, looking stern.

It was Wan Zhu's turn, "What's in the car!" Before he could finish speaking, he opened the rear door, but Wan Zhu didn't stop him.

Cow dung dried to the ground.

The officers and soldiers held their noses for a while, then took out their spears and aimed them at the pile of cow dung in the carriage.

"Hey——" Wan Zhuo stopped by grabbing his hand.

The officers and soldiers were about to attack.

A head popped out of the dung heap.The messy head of the floating dust looked at the officers and soldiers and the chaff, just waking up, with a bewildered appearance of not knowing what was going on.

Wan Zhuan was still holding the hands of the officers and soldiers, and explained with a smile, "My daughter is sleeping, and I'm afraid you'll stab her."

The officers and soldiers turned their hands away without saying much. They pulled the pile of cow dung with their long guns, and poked it hard several times to make sure that there was no one hiding inside or anything else.Looking at Wan Zhuan, he asked, "What are you doing? Why did you enter Lu Country?"

Wan Zhuan said with a smile, "I'm a farmer. My daughter and I are the only ones at home. My daughter has been sick all the time and has no one to take care of me. I heard that you all use firewood and coal for your fire, so I wanted to pick up some cows." Come and sell the dung for two dollars so that I can buy medicine for my daughter."

Lu people are lazy, no one picks up cow dung.Many farmers in Qi State will bring cow dung to sell.After all, cow dung is cheap.

The officers and soldiers looked at Wan Zhuan and murmured with the officer next to him.Then he came over and grabbed Wan Zhuan's beard and pulled it hard.

"Hey." Wan Zhuan was forced to move his head, but still didn't move.

He wiped Wan Chaan's face again, and wiped it with his hands to make sure that there was no powder on it.Looking up and down, left and right, looking at Wan Bran's face, he didn't see any traces of skinning.

"It's not like." The officers and soldiers went over to the officer and muttered softly.

The officer looked at Wan Chaan.

Wan Zhuan bowed his body, folded his hands, nodded and bowed with a smile.

The officer waved his hand and let them pass.

Wan Zhuan drove the carriage into the city, and when he passed the city gate, he saw a dozen soldiers standing by the gate, shouting for inspection, or guarding with long guns.There is a sharp air in everything he says and does.

After entering the city, Wan Zhuan went straight to the market.

His instincts were wrong.

They seem to be looking for someone.

Fuchen stood up, opened the small window and looked out the window.

People came and went on Luguo Street, and their ears were filled with cursing.

There is a blockage along the street.

Occasionally, I saw one or two grain stores and cloth stores.

People on the street have bad eyesight, and they can feel the hostility in their eyes when they look at each other.

Wan Kuan drove the carriage to the market, found a remote corner, opened the door, did not shout, just wanted to wait for the time to pass.Looking around, he didn't see anyone.

"What's the smell? It's so strong!" The vegetable seller five steps away scolded, "Hey! Don't be here! It's hindering my business!"

Fuchen sat in the car, looking at the vegetable seller indifferently.

Wan Zhuan stepped forward to push the cart.

The vegetable seller behind pointed at the floating dust and strode forward, yelling, "What eyes are you looking at? Are you looking for death?" His hand had already been put into the carriage.

Wan Zhuan grabbed his hand with his right hand and pushed back, pressing on the man's shoulder.

"Hey hey——" the vegetable seller shouted.

Someone looked over.

"Big Zhuang, bullying people again?" There was a thin man in the crowd watching the fun.

"Do you know who I am? There are people in my government!" The vegetable seller was arrogant.

"Don't touch my daughter." Wan Zhuan said.

Fuchen watched coldly.

"Don't pay attention to him. His people are the little soldiers guarding the city gate. It's either him, or his sister." The man who watched the excitement didn't think it was a big deal at all.

"Bitch, you're looking for death!" The big vegetable seller yelled that he was exposed, his head was lowered, and his momentum was gone.

Fuchen looked at the man indifferently, and grabbed the quilt tightly.

Wan Zhuan threw the man back, moved the car by himself, and left the place of right and wrong.

Fuchen watched the resentful eyes of Wan Zhuan when the man turned around.In a blink of an eye, the insidiousness in her eyes was quenched on her body.

Fuchen looked at it indifferently and ignored it.

Wan Zhuan never did the thing of letting the tiger go back to the mountain.Now because of Lu Guo's affairs, I have to shrink my neck and act like a turtle for the time being.

Wan Zhuan moved the carriage to a more marginal position.Beggars were squatting beside them, looking at them.

The beggars stared at them and cursed at the cow dung.

What's more, when they see the floating dust, they directly swear.

A drunk man came over, pointed at the floating dust and asked the price, "How much is the little prostitute?"

Wan Zhuan raised his horsewhip and gave him three lashes directly, knocking him to the ground.

The beggar next to him immediately booed: "Hit him! Hit him! Hit him!"

The beggars gathered together and made a bet, and whoever took out food and food would win.

The people on the ground just lay on the ground without getting up at all.

A beggar went over to touch his nose and kicked him angrily, "Damn it! I lost half a steamed bun!" He walked over and yelled, "Still alive! Fell asleep!"

The game ended right after the game started, with some scolding and some joyful.

Wan Zhuan continued to sit in the car and wait.There was a man in a fancy dress, followed by a group of people, and the first time he saw the drunk on the ground, he said, "Hey, this is better than our blockhouse, a human floor mat."

"Ha ha ha ha."

"Hahaha."

The people behind followed suit.

Wan Zhuan watched indifferently, Fu Chen grabbed the quilt and crawled over, turning over through the window.Wan Chan hugged Fu Chen and sat beside him.

The man has only half of his hair, long hair fluttering on one side of the street, and the other half is bald.The face is feminine, and the eyebrows and eyes are as sharp as knives.

The visual impact is strong.

Beautiful and fierce.

The half-bald beauty took two steps forward, her shoes wiped on the man's obviously whipped clothes on the ground.Step on people's backs.

"Uh huh", the person on the ground groaned, as if out of breath.

Fuchen looked at this person indifferently.

The half-bald beauty stepped forward and stared at the floating dust.Compared with the chaff, the floating dust is whiter.

"She's a beauty."

His eyes shifted to Wan Zhuan, and suddenly his eyes lit up. The cow bone fan pointed at Wan Zhuan's chin and wanted to raise his head, but his head did not move at all.

"Yeah, look carefully, he is also a handsome man."

Wan Kuan glanced at him, but remained silent.

His appearance does not conform to the beauty in the eyes of the world.The contours of the eyebrows and eyes are too large, the bones are hard, and the skin is dark, which is even darker after makeup.It is a "fierce" phase.

If Fuchen is doing something, his eyes are very agile.But when she's cold, she's just like a normal kid.

The phrase "beautiful" comes from the mouth of a half-bald beauty, and the tone sounds very sincere.

"Master, this...we don't need it." The servant reminded.

The half-bald beauty rolled her eyes, "Those who have no money and are still wandering around in the block, still want to burn coal to keep them warm? Just burn this dry cow dung!"

(End of this chapter)