Chapter 569 On the Way to Xizhou

The prince of England and his entourage were not walking fast.

In order to take care of the convoy behind them, they deliberately slowed down.

Yan Laoer shook the snow off the map, folded it carefully, and put it back in his arms.

He clamped it with his legs, and Sanbao pulled the frame without wheels and ran forward.

The soldiers who passed by in the middle of the road had long been accustomed to it.

He didn't even raise his eyelids.

"Prince, let's not take the official road. I know another way that can give us time to find it back. It was difficult to walk in the past. There might be a wasteland over there, but now the snow is covering the ground and it is frozen solid. We can take a shortcut without worrying about the carriages and horses getting stuck." Yan Laoer shouted against the wind.

After entering the territory of Xizhou, the snow was not small, and the wind was even stronger.

All the communication on the road depended on shouting. No matter how strong the wind and snow were, it couldn't stop Yan Laoer from speaking... Look, his voice was hoarse.

"Are you sure, Scholar Yan Er? In this vast wilderness, if we take the wrong road, the soldiers will suffer a lot, but we will miss the return date to Guanzhou... We are to blame." Shi Yunyan was anxious, but he didn't dare to show it on his face.

The weather was so bad that the march was extremely difficult. It was two days later than they expected.

Yan Lao Er patted his chest and assured: "Don't worry, my brothers, don't worry, when did I, Yan Lao Er, say big words? I am also a man, and I am a nail. I really can repair the hoof, and I really know the shortcut. Everyone, trust me, it won't be wrong!"

"Okay, Yan Er, you are worthy of being a scholar, you know a lot, if you can take us to Xizhou quickly, brother will treat you to a drink! Enough!"

"Yan Er is the first among the scholars, how can he be an ordinary person, my prince, let's take a shortcut, I think brother Yan Er is right."

There were also several soldiers who were close to him.

"Then change the route, Mr. Yan, please!"

Holding the book, he pulled open his scarf a little and blew on his hands. He was not surprised by the prince's decision.

Since the trip, Mr. Yan Er has quickly become one with the soldiers with his good chatterbox.

At first, everyone called him Mr. Yan Er like the prince.

They were a little disapproving of this newly promoted top scholar.

The civil and military are different, and scholars have always regarded soldiers as rough and uncouth, just keep a distance from them.

But no one expected that Mr. Yan Er also had the skill of trimming hooves...

and was very popular.

Although they can take care of the military horses under their seats, they are really helpless with cows and mules.

This time, the coal was bought in a hurry, and many of them were temporarily recruited.

In the cold winter, not only people hibernate at home, but also livestock. They eat well and don't have to work, so their hooves grow a little fast.

If it weren't for Yan Laoer's skill, the oxen and mules would not be comfortable underfoot, and their journey might have been delayed for two more days.

It's not enough to have a skill, this guy can also read maps.

Wherever he goes, people can point it out on the map, which is really admirable.

If the prince is not sure about the itinerary, he will ask him to go to the caravan behind to ask for advice.

Holding the book, I think the manager that the prince temporarily assigned to them is really good.

…

The moonlit night is in the sky, and the silver dust on the ground echoes with the bright moon, with a faint glow.

Such a night, the vision is very good, Yan Laoer doesn't care whether the people behind are tired or not, lying on Sanbao, warm, and rushing forward.

The prince wanted to stop several times, looked at the sky, and finally held back.

They are already slow, it's rare to catch up with such a good day, so it's okay to be tired.

It's not that no one wants to learn from Yan Laoer and lie on the horse's back.

But if he lowered his body, it was fine for a short time, but if he raised his body, the horse would panic, and it took a long time to comfort him before he recovered.

The cow behind him didn't have this problem, and he was asked to lie down, but a strong man wearing thick clothes, the cow was so tired that he was panting after walking for a while...

Yan Laoer changed his posture neatly.

He put his legs on the cow's back, lay on his side, pulled the reins with both hands, and wrapped his arms around Sanbao's neck...

This enchanting posture was developed by chance.

Yan Laoer had tried lying on his stomach and lying flat... But it's really tiring to always have the same posture!

He twisted his body by chance, hey! He found that this posture was good, but it felt a little unstable, but it didn't matter, he still had two idle legs, crossed them, and the balance was grasped! Great!

Shi Yunyan's eyes twitched and he looked away.

Really, just looking at this figure, who can associate him with the new scholar in Guanzhou this year?

Still the first place!

Hundreds of people were familiar with calling Yan Er, Yan Er brother, only he still silently insisted, calling him Yan Er scholar.

Somewhat a reminder...

...

Yan Lao Er estimated that the time was almost up.

He called Sanbao to stop.

He turned his head and shouted: "Prince, let's set up camp and rest!"

Shi Yunyan nodded, raised his hand, and the two attendants around him turned their horses and ran to the back of the team, shouting all the way: "Set up camp and rest! Set up camp and rest!"

The team behind followed and stopped.

When they dismounted, they were orderly and very pleasing to the eye.

Someone waved to Yan Lao Er.

Yan Lao Er understood and nodded in response.

He couldn't wait to run to the prince: "Prince, I'll go to the back to take a look."

Shi Yunyan nodded.

Pulling Sanbao and turning around, Yan Lao Er ran to the middle of the team.

This was his old position.

It was convenient for him to get along with his brothers.

Ahem, the main thing is, the prince looked quite amiable before, but I didn't expect him to be so serious during the march. The aura around him and the wind and snow blowing on my face were no different. It was just, very cold.

It’s better to be in the middle of the team, with more people and more fun.

As soon as Sanbao stopped, without Yan Laoer’s call, someone helped him take down the marching tent tied on the frame and put it up.

A few strong men shook their hands, and the tent unfolded, propped up and fixed it, and it was done in a few steps.

Then there was the stove...all kinds of cooking utensils.

Yan Laoer found a snowy place where no one stepped on it and rubbed his hands.

When he came back, the pot full of snow had been placed on the stove, the charcoal fire below had just been lit, and some firewood was added. His kitchen knife was placed in the usual position, and his precious big jar was placed in the middle, as if he was afraid that he couldn’t see it.

“How is it? What did you get today?” Yan Laoer asked with expectation.

“Brothers almost went blind, hehe, finally it didn’t come to nothing.”

Ever since Yan Laoer told them about the Tiger Ju Militia going into the mountains to pick up frozen wild animals...these soldiers have had extra meals from time to time.

All the wild animals in the mountains were frozen to death. There were many wild animals in the wilderness, and they died as fast as they could.

It was a pity that some wild animals were frozen to death for too long. They were covered until they thawed and found that they were inedible...

It was hard to see clearly when the snow and wind were strong, and the sun was dazzling when there was no snow and wind. It was really much harder to pick wild animals in the wilderness than in the mountains!

"It's good to have some, it's good to have some, more is not too much, less is not too little..." Yan Laoer muttered happily, "There's not much meat, but we have enough soup! It's so delicious to drink hot meat soup at this time!"

Yan Laoer actually brought a lot of food, especially various dried meats, which were all stored in Sanbao's stomach.

His wife and daughter were afraid that he wouldn't eat well on the road, so they kept stuffing him.

But God, he couldn't find a chance to make Sanbao vomit, you say it's worrying.

Today, he volunteered to lead the way in front, and finally got a few pieces of meat secretly.

But, if he could eat someone else's instead of his own, Yan Laoer felt that...it seemed more delicious.

The next chapter will be read tomorrow during the day~