life in ancient gods

Chapter 82
At night, the moon was light and the stars were sparse, and the wind outside the manor house was whistling, as if ghosts were crying and wolves were howling.

In the central hall of the manor, a dim oil lamp swayed slightly on a low table. Chao Gai and the red-haired man were sitting cross-legged at the low table, seemingly discussing something.

Chao Gai frowned, stretched out a palm, and shook it slightly: "Brother, this is not allowed..."

The door of the main room was closed tightly, and the two spoke in a very low voice, and they would go out of the paper window from time to time as they talked, as if they were talking about some ulterior secret.

Su Ping'an filled the big wooden barrel with warm water at night, and took a hot bath happily.

In the past few days, they set off from Jinling and rode on horseback during the day. Sometimes when they passed through towns at night, local government offices would entertain them. If they were in the wilderness with no villages or shops in front of them, they would have to eat and sleep in the open air. The ground is the bed.

Su Pingan used to think that spending the night in the wild was nothing, but now he realized that spending the night in the wild is really uncomfortable. There are so many poisonous mosquitoes in autumn, and they are also very big.

He sleeps in the wild without even a tent, and sleeps with his clothes on at night. When he wakes up in the morning, his face and hands are guaranteed to be bitten by a few mosquitoes in autumn. He really wanted to take pictures on a certain treasure. a mosquito net.

Fortunately, the weather was dry, and there was no rain or thunder along the way, otherwise not only would the trip be delayed, but the muddy road would be really uncomfortable.

The roads in ancient times are not like cement roads now. Except for the special official roads, the roads in this era will be paved with stones. The other roads are dirt roads, and the roads are full of potholes. His flesh and blood must fall apart.

The residual heat of autumn was still there, and with the long-distance travel, the dust was flying all the way. Su Pingan hadn't bathed in the past few days, and his body was covered with dust. After taking a bath, the mud in the big wooden barrel was two or two.

He only now understands the hardships of being a soldier in ancient times. He rode on a horse and traveled. For someone like him who has not been trained for a long time, he bought custom-made buckskin saddles at expensive prices, but he couldn't bear to ride them. One day, basically the lower body of the whole day is in a state of numbness.

Moreover, the stirrups are made of iron, and they are also very abrasive to the feet. Riding on the horses with both feet in the stirrups, he felt nothing at first.

Before he left Jinling, in order to ensure the safety of his family, he specifically told Liu Xiaohui and Mengdie not to follow him, but to protect the safety of the Su residence.

It's just that although the two girls agreed with their mouths, he didn't know what was going on in their hearts.

However, for more than half a year, the twin maids in Su's mansion, Han Ling'er and Han Xue'er, would hang out with Liu Xiaohui and Meng Die to learn martial arts and swordsmanship in their spare time every day.

Although the study time is still short, the twin girls are not too stupid. In the past six months, they will practice hard when they have free time. The martial arts they have learned are no problem against ordinary people.

Su Pingan took a bath in the room and changed into close-fitting clothes. He just felt more comfortable. He lay on the bed, relaxed all over, leaning on the carved wooden pillow, thinking about messy things, and fell asleep with his eyes closed.

"This Chao Gai looks very young now, probably in his 20s. I remember the book said that he seems to be a rich second generation, with some money in his family, and a bold man. Now it seems that it is true... um... so sleepy ...Hoohoo"

Su Pingan was thinking wildly, and fell asleep unconsciously.

"This kid, he slept soundly..."

There were two erratic figures outside the house. They stretched out a finger and pierced the paper window. After a glance, the two figures looked at each other and whispered.

(End of this chapter)