Happy little peasants

Zhang Hui walked here, feeling as if he really should leave, he didn't have to go back to the wolf cave to pack his bags, the only thing that mattered to him was to carry the sword on his back.

Now as long as he thinks of leaving, he can leave immediately, without having to go back and make any preparations.

"Are you going with me?" Zhang Hui bent down and touched the big bad wolf's head.

He has been with the big bad wolf for more than half a year. He has become accustomed to its existence and regarded it as a close companion. He never thought that they would be separated again, and now he vaguely felt that the big bad wolf would not be with him. He goes.

Although he asked so, he also thought that it might not be a kind of harm to it to go back to the crowd with him, this is where it really belongs.

The big bad wolf stood opposite Zhang obediently, and Zhang would know that it could understand the meaning of his words.

"Do you want to go with me?" Zhang Hui tried to walk forward, and after walking for a while, he looked back at it.

As expected, the big bad wolf stood still looking at him.

Zhang Hui walked back again, squatted down, and the arm of one hand hooked the big bad wolf's neck, rubbed his head against its face, pursed his mouth and smiled: "Then I'm leaving, brother, take care, hope you 'S master came back earlier to accompany you."

Zhang Hui rubbed the big bad wolf's head again, and the warm feeling on the palm of his hand remained in his heart.

He turned and left, and started thinking about going down the river along the river, because he was thinking that the water of Qi State would flow eastward, along this river, maybe he could return to Qi State.

After looking back at the big bad wolf several times, he didn't look back again. He buried his head and walked a long way along the river.

When he was tired and raised his head, he found a big bad wolf standing on a big rock on a bare hillside looking at him in the distance.

At this moment, his eyes felt sore, and the corners of his eyes were a little wet.

He waved his hand in the distance, thinking: "Let's go, if one day I can see its owner, maybe I can see it again."

Zhang Hui walked along the river for two days, and gradually he could see some houses, but he found that this place was still in Beimang. Fortunately, it was far away from the capital of Beimang. People here don’t care about political affairs, unlike other places in Beimang. Qi Guo people are so vigilant.

After walking for more than ten days, Zhang Hui walked to the ferry of a big river. Based on the map Yun Dou drew for him, he speculated that this river might be the Nan River flowing through the southwest of Qi.

The surface of the river is open, and a group of people walking hurriedly by the ferry, judging from the figure, it looks like a person from Qi.

Zhang Hui hasn't seen the people of Qi for many days. Now that he sees so many people of Qi that he feels cordial, he unconsciously walks towards them, wanting to hear the familiar accent.

The faces of those people were a little anxious, they moved fast, and looked everywhere from time to time as if they were running for their lives.

They saw that Zhang Hui was wearing a torn dress with his hair tied in a mess. At first they thought he was Beimang’s slave, but when they looked carefully, Zhang Hui’s appearance was quite delicate, and the clothes he was wearing were not Beimang. They guessed that Zhang Hui was also a Qi country who was fleeing like them.

One of the older men asked, "Hey, young man, are you going back to Qi country?"

"Yeah." Zhang Hui nodded and replied, and then asked, "You also took a boat back to Qi from here?"

"Yeah, we are all fighting, we can only leave from here. The people of Beimang are much more fierce than the people of Qi. The people in this place are okay. Seeing that we can't fight, the people of Qi of Hebi City ran away. , We dare not return to Qi from the direction of Hebi City." The man sighed, shaking his head.

"It's all fighting... What's fighting? Is it Qi Guo and Bei Mang?" Zhang Hui asked hesitantly.

"I need to ask? Don't you know? Oh, young man, your clothes are ripped like this, where do you come from?"

Zhang Hui's clothes outside this year have been badly rotten, and now he can only wear a tattered shirt on him.

The man took an old piece of clothes from his baggage to Zhang Hui, and continued: "I don’t know why our Qi country has become so stiff now. We actually have Fang ** as the coach. Follow the western line, Jianyang County, which had reached the hands of the Beimang people, has been collected. The Beimang people are not fuel-efficient lamps. They caught the Qi people in Beimang and threw them outside the city wall of Nanhe County. Those of us also spent a lot of effort. Kucai fled to this hole, hoping to avoid encountering the Beimang people."

The man was still sighing after he finished speaking. He seemed to have finally escaped here, but he still had lingering fears.

The man went on to say: "You young man doesn't know where he came from. He is demented and dressed in tattered clothes. Let us go with us. There are people from Qi people rowing us to the other side by boat. You can go home safely."

Zhang Hui looked at them like this, as if everyone had agreed to cross the river together, and stood with them to see what happened next.

They waited for nearly an hour, and sure enough, someone came from the opposite side in a rowing boat.

The group of people waved their hands and shouted, "Here, we are here!"

The closer the ship got, the more excited the voices of people here.

Seeing that the ship was about to dock, a group of Beimang soldiers chased here.

The bank suddenly became quiet, and the punter on the river hesitated for a while, then turned his head and rowed across the river.

The faces of Qi Guo collapsed one by one, and looked carefully at the soldiers of Beimang.

The leader of that group of soldiers from Beimang, holding a long knife in his hand, walked here with great dignity.

Zhang Hui's head leaned a little there, and he immediately recognized that the person was one of Ye Xiang's gang, and he was pretty sure that this person would recognize him too.

"Oops, it's really a narrow road. Why did you meet this person?" Zhang Hui secretly cried out in his heart, but his skill is now soaring. If he really wants to fight, he won't have to spend too much effort to knock them down.

The leader also seemed to recognize Zhang Hui, but he just glanced at Zhang Hui quickly and then looked away.

"Don't he recognize me? It's also possible, they might think I'm dead." Zhang Hui thought of this, feeling a little grateful in his heart.

The other man led a group of people to come here, then stretched out his palm and made a gesture to tell the people behind not to come over, and said coldly: "A bunch of old and weak women and children, there is nothing to manage, let them go. Right."

A group of Qi people heard the leader say so, their eyes widened with excitement, and then they dared not make a sound. They waited until the soldiers of Beimang had gone away before yelling to the boatman just now: "Come back, this It's okay! I can go!"

Zhang Hui followed them on the boat. After the boat drove away, he saw the leader of the Beimang soldier looking back towards him, and that glance made Zhang Hui feel that this person had recognized him.

Zhang Huixin said: "It's broken, it's my carelessness. This person is trying to catch him. He knows that they are not my opponents, so he deliberately let me go back and report to Huanchen. I should have killed him on the spot."