Mercenaries and Adventurers

The caravan convoy started moving again, and the donkey cart drivers of the chamber of commerce lightly flicked the whips in their hands, letting the long whip lightly yank the donkey's buttocks pulling the cart. Knowing that the master was urging them to go, the donkey raised its hooves reluctantly.

Got it, got it, got it, got it. After driving, the head-on breeze made people feel comfortable. Zhao Ji relaxed and felt the warm wind blowing on his body.

The convoy started in the same order as when they came, but instead of going the same way that Zhao Ji came, they chose to turn in another direction.

In Zhao Ji's opinion, when he first crossed over, fortunately he chose the right direction. If he had taken the road in another direction, he would not have been as lucky as he is now to meet this caravan. The choice is wrong, and I don't know what will happen afterwards.

It is getting late now, and it is very difficult to survive a night in the wild without encountering a caravan, and if it rains at night and the temperature drops sharply, he may freeze to death directly In the wild environment at night.

Zhao Ji, who was half lying on the pile of goods, felt numb in the wound, and the pain that had been killing him before was gone. This made him a little curious. This miraculous ointment can produce a pain-inhibiting numbness on the wound just by applying it externally to the wound. It uses the numbness to suppress the pain of the wound. I don't know what kind of miraculous herb it is made of. of. Zhao Ji put his nose close to the wrapped wound and smelled it, and he could smell a strong smell of grass juice.

After the small caravan drove quietly on the road for a while, everyone gradually became quiet. There were no hidden robbers. It seemed that the young man they rescued was indeed not a bad person.

For a while, the only sound on the winding road was the crackling of the whip urging the donkey to move forward, and the unwilling but accustomed grunting of the donkey.

The convoy was driving on the wild road, surrounded by small hilly wastelands, the road was built around the hills, and there was no road that could extend straight for 100 meters after turning around. The wasteland beside the road is full of various flowering shrubs and dwarf trees struggling to grow leaves, and bunches of bright flowers of various colors and sizes are blooming on the weeds on the ground beside the road.

Amidst bursts of whipping and donkey braying, even the sound of the wind gradually faded away. Zhao Ji fell asleep because of physical fatigue and pain. He was really tired. Walking around while enduring the injury took a toll on his spirit.

Jamura sat high on the cargo of the last truck, and saw that the caravan lost all energy for a while, and everyone was listless. The time is right to cheer up.

"Guys! Guys! Get your spirits up, Mr. Wolfe, I've always heard that the men in the village of Umi Lake in the north of our county are the most singing yellow-browed birds in the mountains and forests." , but I have never heard your singing. How can there be a yellow-feathered browed bird that sings all the time?

Haha, can I think that this rumor is just an exaggerated rumor by villagers in other villages? Did the villagers in other villages mistake the chirping of birds for the singing of men in Wumihu Village after drinking? Or did the men in Wumi Lake Village eat the stinging weed at home before we went all the way, so they couldn't speak, couldn't sing, and could control their own wives but couldn't control their tongues? "Jamura jokingly said to a strong farmer in the third car ahead.

"Hmph, you bastard. We men in Wumi Lake Village are the empty echoes in the mountains, the yellow-feathered browbirds in the forests, we are the gentle wind in the fields, and the waves of the lake caressing the soles of the feet. Guys! Follow me Sing a song together, let the people in the city see how powerful we are!" Mr. Worf, a strong farmer on the donkey cart, turned his head to look at Jamura on the cart behind him,

He knew the meaning of what the other party said just now, but he was not convinced that the men in his village could not sing, so he started the beginning of the song and sang loudly.

Zhao Ji didn't know what happened, and turned his head to look at Wolf and Jamura in the two cars behind him. He thought they were arguing because of him, but Mr. Wolf in the third car sang directly.

This made Zhao Ji puzzled, thinking that this might be a strange local custom? It's kind of special.

"Haha, haha, the wheat seedlings stand up in the rain and dew."

"Haha, haha, the cropped wheat fields are robust."

"Ha ho, ha ho, remove weeds and insects with both hands."

"Ha ho, ha ho, guard my home with my feet!"

Mr. Wolf started the beginning, and the farmers in Wumi Lake Village on the donkey cart also smiled. They let go of their singing voices that had been patient for several days, and joined Mr. Wolf's singing in unison:

"Hahoo, hoohoo, the jackals took away the goats at home."

"Ha ho, ho ho, the fox killed the neighbor's rooster."

"Ha, ho, ho, the voles are full of black beans in the warehouse."

"Ha ho, ho ho, the crows are destroying the wheat fields in the field."

Singing loudly, everyone in the caravan was very happy, and then the farmers sang loudly again:

"Aww, aww, anger can't save my goat."

"Aww, aww, sad or not back to your cock."

"Aww, aww, begging for the black beans that can't be full."

"Aww, aww, how can we protect everyone's wheat fields?"

Although Zhao Ji couldn't understand what the villagers were singing, he could still hum along with the tune.

"Aww, aww, the iron-clad stick knocked the jackal flat."

"Aww, aww, the knight's hounds have caught the fox."

"Aww, aww, the new house cat is full of rats."

"Aww, aww, the wooden straw man scared away the crows."

After singing here, the atmosphere of the chorus changed again, from loud to low.

"Aww, aww, sell the goats to buy iron-clad sticks."

"Aww, aww, a rooster is the only way to invite the servants of the knight."

"Aww, aww, save the black beans to get a newborn kitten."

"Aww, aww, the straw man is standing on the ground, his eyes are glowing red."

When the singing was over, the drivers in the caravan laughed, patted their thighs with their free hands, and applauded loudly.

Jamura exclaimed loudly: "Okay, okay, I have to admit that the men in Umi Lake Village sing pretty well."

Mr. Wolf replied: "It's good, but you don't need to admit it. Every man who grows up in our village is a sought-after item among girls in the county village."

Jamura teased, "It's very popular. In recent years, young people in your village have gone to other villages to make a living."

Before Mr. Worf could refute, Jamura said loudly to his caravan drivers: "Let's play a song too. Don't let people underestimate the Chamber of Commerce. Let's play a song of our caravan!"

The caravan drivers laughed and agreed, and Jaime pulled his head back, and the drivers sang along. Jamura's thick voice was deliberately lowered to imitate the voice of young people, because this song is a song that praises brave young people who join the chamber of commerce and travel around the world.