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The next day, Song Shiwei slept until noon before getting up. After washing up, he went out. Zhang Wu was practicing boxing in the open space in the front yard.

Song Shiwei stood aside with his arms crossed over his chest, watching with interest, nodding and frowning from time to time. He waited until Zhang Wu finished practicing before stepping forward and saying, "From the way you move your weapons, you seem to be used to using a knife?"

Zhang Wu was surprised: "How did the master know?"

"I can see that. I'll give you a knife when we get out of the capital. But do you usually punch like this?"

Zhang Wu was pleasantly surprised at first, then nodded and answered honestly, "I learned this from the chief guard of the Marquis' Mansion, and I have never fallen behind in all these years. My master asked this, but is there any problem with my boxing?"

Song Shi nodded slightly: "It is a bit of a problem. Don't you feel that your elbows and knees ache after each practice?"

Seeing Zhang Wu nodding in shock, Song Shiwei continued, "Your posture is wrong, and your force point is wrong. You are simply and roughly increasing the explosive power of your punches, but it will involve too much of your joints, causing discomfort after each exercise."

Zhang Wu didn't care about why his master knew all this, and immediately clasped his fists and said, "Please enlighten me, master."

Seeing that he had a positive attitude, Song Shiwei was not stingy and, since they were one of his own now, he repeated the punch that Zhang Wu had just performed. While performing, he explained to him in detail the positions he had modified, then performed it again quickly. Finally, he asked him to repeat the punch according to what he had just said.

Zhang Wu looked dull and boring, but he was actually very smart. He practiced every method taught by Song Shiwei correctly. After that, he did not forget to move his knees and elbows. After feeling it carefully, he looked at her with bright eyes.

"Master is amazing. I don't feel sore after practicing like this."

Song Shiwei curled the corners of his mouth.

Zhang Wu then noticed that Song Shiwei was dressed differently today. Before he could ask her why she was wearing men's clothes today, he saw her walking out and hurriedly followed her: "Master, are you going out? I'll go drive the car right away."

Song Shiwei waved his hand: "I'll just go out and take a look, no need to drive. Oh, by the way, I put some things in the back room, you can put them all in the carriage, we will leave at the end of the Mao hour tomorrow."

Without waiting for Zhang Wu to answer, Song Shiwei stopped and said, "Don't worry about the neighboring house, and don't look at it too much. Just treat it as an ordinary family. It's none of our business anyway."

"Yes, I understand."

Song Shiwei put on men's clothes this morning and found that her face fit the clothes very well. She looked like an innocent young man who was not tainted by the dust of the world. She decided then and there that she would wear men's clothes when traveling in the future. In troubled times, men can help avoid some minor troubles.

That day, Song Shiwei took a good stroll around the capital, savoring its current prosperity.

Looking at the pedestrians coming and going on the street, the shouts from the street stalls, the children running around with laughter, and the adults nearby who sometimes talk and sometimes glance at the children, their faces showing the quiet beauty of the years.

It’s a pity that such a scene will not be seen again for a long time.

Song Shiwei had lunch and dinner in the restaurant, and walked slowly towards Wanhua Lane with the setting sun behind him.

Passing by Shen Qianxue's house, Song Shiwei twitched his ears, walked through the door without changing his expression, and ignored the hustle and bustle inside.

I went home, washed my hair and took a shower, then lay down on the bed and fell asleep comfortably.

At half past six the next morning, Song Shiwei woke up from his nap and put all the things in the bedroom into the space. The room suddenly became empty. Then he went to the kitchen to clean up, and then he also cleaned the front yard and the living room.

At seven o'clock, Zhang Wu was carrying his bedding and clothes in both hands. As soon as he went out, he saw Song Shiwei coming. He immediately became alert and hurried forward: "Master, are we leaving now?"

Song Shi nodded slightly: "Well, let's go to the street to have breakfast. The city gate is almost open."

"Then I will go and drive the carriage. Please wait a moment, Master."

After Zhang Wu left, Song Shiwei walked into Zhang Wu's room, put the furniture into the space, and then slowly walked towards the door of the house.

After getting on the carriage, Song Shiwei looked around the interior and nodded continuously.

Although the modified carriage is much smaller, it has more storage space. Push the partition to the left and you will see a bucket full of drinking water in the corner.

The partition was pushed to the right, and the space inside was larger than the right side. There were two bags of flour and rice weighing 50 kilograms at the bottom, and two rolled-up quilts on top. On the quilts were two sets of Song Shiwei's clothes. On top of the clothes were two cotton bags, one bag contained sesame cakes and the other bag contained dried vegetables, which should have been prepared by Zhang Wu.

When the partition is closed, there is a wooden wall, and the stool that Song Shiwei is sitting on can also be stored. From the outside, it looks like a solid stool, but in fact, there is a space of 40 cm long and 30 cm wide inside the wooden cover. Now there are sealed bamboo tubes filled with condiments such as oil, salt, sauce, vinegar, etc. There are two small tents inside the stool opposite.

Song Shiwei thought about it, took out a long knife and a long sword from the space, and placed them on both sides of the door just in case.

There are many weapons in the space, including knives, swords, bows, crossbows, etc., all of which were collected from Cao Chong's secret room. They are all extremely sharp and made of the best materials.

At the end of the Mao hour, everything is still quiet, except for the faint sound of roosters crowing. At this time, most people are still asleep, with the only exception being the house in front.

Even though there was still some distance between them, Zhang Wu could still hear the noise ahead. As the carriage got closer, he saw several people dressed as servants going in and out carrying extremely heavy wooden boxes.

The carriage passed by the house. Zhang Wu took a glance at it secretly, then concentrated on driving the carriage away.

The servant at the door of the house also noticed the carriage coming, and was wondering why the carriage passed by at this hour. Without thinking much, he hurriedly told everyone to move the things into the house, as Miss Qianxue would come to make arrangements later, so they couldn't mess it up.

"Master, what do you want to eat?"

Song Shiwei opened the window slightly, his eyes fixed on the distance ahead, and said in a light voice: "Wontons, please."

"There's a wonton shop up ahead that serves delicious food. I came here often some time ago," Zhang Wu said as he stopped the carriage next to the wonton stall, jumped off the carriage swiftly, and then stretched out his right hand for his master to hold it.

Seeing this, Song Shiwei chuckled and gently jumped off the carriage: "I am a young master now, how can I be so delicate."

Zhang Wu smiled innocently and led the carriage to the corner.

The two of them ate some hot wontons at a street corner stall and continued on their journey. When they were leaving the city gate, Zhang Wu couldn't help but look back with a complicated look.

According to Song Shiwei's plan, even after leaving the capital, he had to speed up his journey, and it would be best to be as far away from the capital as possible. Therefore, Zhang Wu did not slow down all morning, and only stopped on a wide road when he was more than ten miles away from the capital and almost noon.

The two men drove the carriage to the shade of a tree and parked it. Zhang Wu swiftly took out the pots and pans, and then found a few stones nearby and built a simple stove.

"Sir, take a rest first. I'll go find some firewood nearby. If you need anything, just let me know. I won't be far away."

Song Shiwei nodded: "Go ahead, be careful."