The Zombie Book Boy

It's not too late." Bai Jia doesn't care, anyway, she's been hiding it for a while, and it's not too late.

Qian'er nodded: "That's right." When it was over, he stopped talking and kicked the stones under his feet listlessly.

Not far ahead, there was a group of mule carts parked, there were more than a dozen of them, four of them were fenced off, and the rest were only hung with two bamboo baskets, inside which were piled a lot of goods, which were purchased these days. Pang wished his second uncle Huang Erban's idea.This time he was going to Nanwan, he wanted to go with him, so he pulled a mule team and prepared to do some business along the way. When he got there, he could use this to settle down and gain a firm foothold as soon as possible.In the accompanying team, apart from Wang Dashan's family of three, there were also ingots. Bai Jia glanced at him and saw Shunzi carrying a bundle. He thought he searched for it by himself, but his mother insisted on not letting him go because of money. Go, have to give up.

"I'll send you a letter when things are settled over there." Bai Jia knew that this kid wanted to follow. He was not like Ding Zi, who had many brothers and sisters in his family, and it didn't matter if one was more or less. , this moment must be very depressed, so I can only comfort him like this.

Qian'er hummed, it was accepted.

The people who came to see them off all had a lot of things, and they were packed with food, which was taken away by Pang Zhu's second uncle. When Bai Jia drove the mule cart, he quietly threw two purses into the house. Putting it in the back baskets of the two men, Zhu and Wei, it was considered a return of the gift.

Huang Hou'er ran wildly all night in the Waleng Mountain, his tail was flicked, but he also went deeper. Fortunately, he was not a road idiot, so he walked around for a long time, and when Bai Jia came, he found the mountain.

"Wearing it", Bai Jia threw a mask over.

It was a trimmed bamboo shoot shell, with a red monkey painted on it. It had a nose and eyes, and it was pretty delicately made. There was a tie on each side. The yellow monkey directly covered his face without saying a word. He was already covered. He put on a cloak with a hood, and now he covered it tightly.At the same time, two Taoist priests came out from another part of Waleng Mountain, and the one in the back took the leading light and said, "Senior brother, what should we do next?"

The person at the head said in a deep voice: "Go back to the Taoist gate first."

The two went down the mountain along the mountain road, and after reuniting with their fellow disciples, they returned to the Taiqing Palace together. Behind them, an old man and a young man fell far away.

"Master, do we really want to follow like this? Don't you want to set up a stall?" the little Taoist muttered.

The old man stretched out his back and scratched it: "After passing this village, this shop is gone. If you can't find out this time, you won't have this chance in the future."

"Then what should we eat and drink on the way?" The little Taoist took out an empty purse and shook it.

The old Taoist turned his head away, withdrew his hands, and pinched the sticks of dirt between his nails: "With Master here, you can still be hungry, children, why worry about so much?"

"If I don't worry, I'll have to drink northwest wind in two days," the little Taoist silently rolled his eyes.

The old Taoist stared at him and made a gesture to hit him, but the young Taoist turned around and quickly ran away.

After leaving Shanglin County and walking for a while, Huang Erban said a lot of good things to the yamen servant with a smile on his face, and stuffed money again, and only then did everyone's shackles be lifted.

The journey from Shanglin County to Nanwan depends entirely on foot strength, and it takes half a year to walk one way. He is the lowest rank soldier, and he is not as good as ordinary people. Now that he has money and a mule to sit on, there is no one who is not happy, so he just pretends to make a joke at the beginning.

Pang Zhu and the criminal manager were allowed to rest in the mule cart, and a cart was given to the yamen servants in turn. As for the female prisoners, they had to walk for a while and ride in the cart for a while. They were all born in poor families. They said they brought them in, but they were actually the same as the ones they bought. Now that this kind of thing happened, I didn’t have anything to look forward to.Baizhen was hugged by Wang Dashan's mother-in-law and had already been put to sleep.

The mules loaded with goods were thrown into a slump and walked steadily, only the sound of neck bells echoing all the way, gradually drifting away.

39

It can be said that Mr. Pang has experienced a lot of ups and downs this day. Up to this moment, his heart has not yet settled down. He looked at the thin back on the shaft in a daze. The person who was there was just such a half-sized kid. Although he was blindfolded and carried upside down, from the beginning to the end, he never heard that there was a second person beside him. Yes, it was also a blessing for the Pang family. He put down the curtain of the car, sat in the corner and gradually fell asleep.

More than a month later, the distance between the cities and walls became farther and farther, and the villages became more and more withered. Seeing that the sunset was about to come, but there was still no human habitation, Huang Erban discussed with the leading yamen servant to find a nearby place to set up camp.

"Master, when will those people stay behind?" Huang Hou'er pulled the mule cart away from the driveway for a while, and found a clean place to stop. The only thing to do is to avoid the eyes of the yamen servants.

Bai Jia spread the bundle on the ground, and said, "If you guess right, you will be playing tonight." This wilderness is a convenient opportunity for him and himself.

Mr. Pang got down from the fence with his legs limp, and walked around in circles with his arms and legs stretched. The farther west he went, the more difficult the road was. After bumping all day, his bones were about to fall apart.

The team in the motorcade were busy collecting firewood for the stove, only Pang Zhu looked back with his neck hooked, the spindle tugged at his sleeve, and said in a low voice: "Master Yuanbao, master can't lose it, you look at it eight hundred times a day, Does your neck hurt?"

"Dad is getting old, am I worried?" In just a short time, the fat man who was originally two hundred catties shrank a lot as if he had leaked air, and now his face was still tired , all speechless.

"Brother Seven is here, don't worry, young master, come, let's eat a melon first." Tang Zi took out a melon, sliced ​​it with a knife and handed it over.

Pang Zhu gnawed two mouthfuls, felt the sweetness in his throat, and returned it, and the ingot persuaded: "Young master, you haven't eaten much all day long, and it's so hot, at least two more mouthfuls to whet your appetite."

"Don't eat it, just drink a bowl of soup later." Pang Zhu shook his head and refused: "You can send it to Grandpa Xing."

The criminal manager was injured and ran around. He had just suffered a serious illness. After a few days of recovery, he had to take care of him again. Fortunately, Shunzi was there to take care of him, so he was fine.

"There are plenty of melons and fruits in the pile, and there is no shortage of this one." Since the departure, every place I go, the goods are still there, but the money is a small profit, and there is no shortage of food and drink. The inconvenience is that when entering the city, the prisoners have to put on the shackles again, making the spindle feel uncomfortable watching the boss.

Pang Zhu swallowed the sour water on his throat: "Then send two to my father."

"I know that the young master is thinking about the master and seventh brother, so I'll take it now." Dingzi put the melon down, took out some snacks and put them away, and then sneaked away.

At night, amidst the crackling of the bonfire, several shadows climbed up and approached silently. Tonight's vigil was Wang Dashan and a yamen servant. Because of the hot weather, the two of them were a little far away from the fire. They were chatting together to relieve fatigue, and no one had any idea. They were thrown into a paper bag in the campfire. Once the powder in it caught fire, it caught fire. Seeing that the smoke was about to disperse, suddenly a gust of wind blew the smoke. It was blown into a wave and went in one direction. After a while, there were a few muffled 'dong dong' sounds from the shadow of the weeds.

"What's happening?" Wang Dashan jumped up.

The yamen servant held his waist knife and poked forward: "Go and have a look."

Wang Dashan took a piece of firewood as a torch, and the two walked around side by side, but nothing happened.

In the early morning of the next day, the mule team set off, and everything was as usual, except that there were three more people behind the last car, with their hands tied behind their backs and trotting staggeringly.

The yellow monkey was squatting on the car shed, whistling at people, he thought that he could get some advice from his master yesterday by making gestures with these unlucky bastards, and learn some skills Yes, who would have thought that the drug was too strong, causing him to stay all night in vain.

"It's not difficult to learn hand and foot kung fu, and it's okay to be late for a day or two." Bai Jia played with the three machetes that he had seized. He beckoned: "Take out your wooden sword again and show me."

Huang Hou'er jumped onto the shaft of the chariot and untied the wooden sword fastened to his trouser belt.

The wooden sword was one foot long and one finger wide. It was pitch black and bloody. If you looked at it at night, you could see circles of black air around it. As soon as Bai Jia grabbed the handle, the blade trembled. He concentrated for a moment. With a swing of the sword, we saw that the weeds withered instantly where the sword tip passed.

"That's good," Huang Hou'er retracted his stretched neck, and was amazed. Before, this wooden sword was in his hand to play with, but now it seems that it is a sharp weapon. I don't think it's wrong at all.

Bai Jia also just realized it, he threw the sword back: "Put your mind on the sword, try it"

Huang Hou'er took the sword and went to the side of the nest to speculate. Mr. Pang lifted the curtain and poked his head out: "Brother Bai, do you need to send a letter to the front, telling them to be careful?"

The people tied to the back of the car looked like they were coming for them. Although they didn't know whether they were asking for money or their lives, they had to be careful. Besides, the road ahead was long, and they might fall into the bandit's den someday. Here, if necessary, you have to think about finding a dart company to bet on the darts.

Bai Jia seemed to know what Mr. Pang was worried about, and he said: "Second Uncle talked to the Yamen servants early in the morning. Although the frontier is desolate and the road is difficult, there are not many people who rob houses. Otherwise, with his temperament, he would have hired bodyguards a long time ago. Master, those few