Chapter 234: Telescopic Zooming Strong Light Divine Fire Weapon
In broad daylight, the soldiers lit torches early in the morning in an attempt to use the fire to disperse the fog, but unfortunately it had little effect.
The old yamen runner observed the sky and said to his superior, "Don't worry, sir. When the sun rises and the yang energy becomes stronger, the fog will dissipate."
Xiong Jiushan remained silent.
Looking at the thick fog in the mountains and forests, it felt that if we continued to walk like this, we would be exhausted and the results would not be good. However, we could not let the team stay in the fog like this. If we encountered wild beasts in the mountains or ambushes by thieves like yesterday, it would be even more troublesome.
Neither side is right, which really gives him a headache.
"Just walk slowly for now. Don't lose anyone. Keep a close eye on them."
"Yes, sir!"
The fog was thick and visibility was extremely low. Those who were exiled with their relatives were only watched over with whips in hand and moved forward. Those who were eager to try to escape had already been escorted by experienced old yamen runners and novices, and asked the soldiers to take charge.
Fan Wu's group of exiles were also under guard. They had been exiled and had no friends or family to look after them, so they had come together. Now, the police, who usually ordered them around like smiling Buddhas, were afraid to point east and strike west. But now, when they were in danger, they were quickly taken into strict custody.
"Cut his mother's head off! He usually eats our men's filial piety and calls us elder brothers short, but when something goes wrong, he takes credit for it by attacking us brothers! What a jerk!"
The convict who had gone to the soldiers to curry favor with them and beg for leniency came back cursing and spitting all the way. When he got to the group of brothers like Fan Wu and Ding Yin, he stroked half of his face and showed them: "The man who hit him was not a human being."
"Keep your voice down, do you want to be whipped twice more?" someone advised.
"Isn't my voice quite quiet? It's even louder than a cricket. Pfft."
A sigh.
They, along with five or six other lonely men, were surrounded by officers and soldiers. One convict had eight hundred pairs of eyes staring at him.
With such a watchful eye, who would dare to escape? The question is how?
Ding Yin glanced around and looked at Fan Wu: "Master Fan, aren't those escorts watching too strictly?"
Fan Wu, who had been keeping calm despite the chattering of others, raised one of his thick eyebrows and smiled strangely, which made people feel uncomfortable, when he heard the question from his younger brother Ding Yin.
Ding Yin's heart skipped a beat when he heard Fan Wu sneer, "We're almost at the bandit's lair! The officers are getting nervous."
"Mr. Fan, are you talking about the bandits?"
"What else?"
Fan Wu, who was more informed than others, seemed to have had an idea in mind for a long time and looked very confident. Ding Yin pondered for a long time while watching him.
Ding Yin, who was hurrying on his way amidst the scolding and threats of the officials, boldly approached Fan Wu as he walked.
"Fifth Master, do you think the bandits here are formidable?"
Fan Wu glanced down at him and said in a deep voice, "How would I know that?"
Ding Yin felt that Fan Wu must have some ideas in his mind.
He followed in silence for a long time, thinking for an unknown amount of time before making a painful decision: "Fifth Master, if you need me, please don't hesitate. I will go through fire and water and die for you! I really can't stand this damn life any longer."
Fan Wu glanced at him and didn't respond.
But Ding Yin knew that he had listened, otherwise he would have scolded him long ago.
The thought of living another life in the future made him feel excited and he didn't care how cold and foggy the day was.
From time to time, there were sounds of whips and wailing behind him, and even Ding Yin was hit with whips and sticks several times for no reason.
Sooner or later, Uncle Ding will swing the whip back!
The iron ox, which had been bought with a small amount of silver from the Pang family, became much different from the previous few days. It tried its best to lighten the burden on the Pang family and took the initiative to help carry any heavy objects.
Pang Jiming carried his youngest son all the way. Tie Niu wanted to change to another person, but was quickly stopped by Pang Jiming's wife.
Tie Niu was stunned for a moment, and Pang's wife was at a loss for explanation, so Pang Jiming spoke out, "Brother Tie Niu, men and women should be very careful. Nei Jing is a little concerned, but you don't have to worry about it."
Tie Niu didn't quite understand what he heard, but he understood the words "male and female". He looked at Pang Jiming's daughter and then at his son.
Understood!
He smiled chuckled, like a fool, and bowed to Pang Jiming's wife to apologize.
"Brother Tieniu, there's no need to be like this. I'm glad you don't mind."
"Sister-in-law, what are you talking about? I can't read, I don't know the rules, I'm a bit fierce, please don't mind it."
Pang’s wife was amused, and even Pang Jiming’s daughter burst out laughing.
"Uncle Tieniu is so funny."
Perhaps it was because of the gratitude between the two families that there seemed to be a ray of light in Tie Niu's world. Although this light was weak and could not do much, in Tie Niu's eyes, Pang Jiming's family was shining with golden light.
Dad, it’s great that my son has been exiled!
Pang Jiming acted impulsively, but he created a good relationship. At that time, he did not know how deep the relationship between the two families was. He just felt that as a human being, he could still retain a bit of kindness even when he was in a very desperate situation. It was this tiny bit of self-affirmation that became a scene that Pang Jiming would think of whenever he encountered difficulties that he could not overcome, and then he would move forward courageously.
In the heavy fog, the Xie family gathered together closely, watching each other, supporting each other, and sharing information with each other to avoid danger.
Like the Xie family, the fugitives, who ranged from a few people in a family to more than ten or twenty people in a family, were all arranged to travel in the first half of the journey. Except for the invisible front of the team, there were not many guards on both sides of these fugitives, and not all of them had torches to illuminate and dispel the fog. There were only two or three out of five people.
Xie Yuchuan observed and guessed that it was to save kerosene for traveling at night.
This section of the post road was not only narrow and forested, but also had potholes and was in tatters. As the team was walking, they suddenly received a message from behind that they should stop and rest.
However, each rest period was short-lived. The baggage carts behind them would accidentally fall into a pit while being pushed and pulled. The team stopped and started, but the fog did not dissipate. Instead, it sank deeper as they entered the dense forest.
Looking out, he could see something ten feet away, but now he could only see the heads of five or six people. Xie Yuchuan had a vague feeling that something was not right.
"Such thick fog is really rare."
Behind him, Zhang Dayi muttered.
Xie Yuchuan listened to the two boys behind him chatting with Zhang Dayi, "Sir, has there been such heavy fog in Beijing in previous years?"
"Haven't you two brothers lived in the capital before? Haven't you seen it?"
"I haven't seen him before. We have been living in the south for a long time and only came to the capital at the beginning of this year."
"I see." Zhang Dayi nodded, looking up at the road, as if recalling the past. Soon, he clapped his hands and said, "Don't mention it. In the spring of the year before last, the capital of Daliang was filled with smog that lasted for three days. It was even worse than this."
"There's still three days of smog?" The two brothers were surprised.
Just as he was about to ask for details, Xie Yuchuan's voice came from the front.
Xie Yuchuan turned around and whispered to Xie Wuying, "Hezhi, go get the divine firearm given by the family god."
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