“Oh…”
At this time, a carriage came from behind Tian An and the others. Seeing that the carriage in front had stopped and blocked the road, the coachman had no choice but to stop the carriage.
"Madam, Miss, there is a carriage blocking the road ahead."
A familiar and somewhat cold female voice came from the carriage, "Uncle Fu, go and see what's going on?"
"Yes, Miss." Uncle Fu handed the reins to the young man beside him and said, "Fusheng, keep an eye on the carriage."
"Don't worry, Grandpa." After the young man responded, Uncle Fu got off the carriage and walked forward.
After a while, Uncle Fu came back and said, "Madam, Miss, the wheels of the carriage ahead are stuck in the mud."
After a while, the same cold voice was heard again. "It's no use waiting like this. They might be in trouble and can't pull the carriage wheel out. Uncle Fu, please go and have a look and help if you can."
Uncle Fu responded repeatedly, "I'll go right away."
Fusheng jumped off the carriage and stopped him. "Grandpa, you're old and not in good health. How can you help? I'd better go!"
Uncle Fu raised his hand and slapped him on the head. "Nonsense! I'm in good health. Just keep an eye on your carriage. I'll be back soon. If anything goes wrong and disturbs the old lady and the young lady, I'll treat you to stir-fried pork with bamboo shoots."
Then he walked forward without looking back.
Seeing that the three men were sweating profusely after a wave of exertion, Uncle Fu stepped forward with a smile and said, "Is there anything I can help you with?"
Seeing that someone was willing to help, they naturally didn't act pretentiously.
Considering the old man's age, he was asked to lead the horse in front. The person leading the horse did not need to exert much strength, as long as he coordinated with the person behind him to control the horse and let it follow the strength.
Uncle Fu replaced Mr. Han, and Wang Ping asked Mr. Han to use a wooden stick to pry the wheel, while he went to the bushes to move stones to fill the hole.
Everything was ready. Mr. Han gave the order and everyone started pushing. When the wheel was about to get out of the mud pit, Wang Ping found the right moment and threw a stone into the pit.
With a loud "bang", the stone hit the mud pit, and the splashing mud and water directly poured over the three of them from head to toe.
"Take a break first."
When everyone stopped, the wheels pressed against the rocks and finally they were not stuck as tightly as before.
Next, as long as a few people do the same thing again, the carriage can completely get out of this mud pit.
Mr. Han exhaled and raised his hand to wipe the mud off his face. However, his hands were not clean at the moment, and the more he wiped, the dirtier they became.
But they couldn't care less at the moment. They took the moment to catch their breath, and with a concerted effort, they finally pulled the carriage out of the mud pit.
In order to ensure the safe passage of the carriages behind, they found a lot of stones to fill the big hole.
After everything was done, Mr. Han thanked Uncle Fu: "Thanks to you, old man. If it weren't for your help, we would have had to spend a lot of time in this pit today."
Uncle Fu waved his hand and said, "You are welcome, sir. I am helping you and helping myself as well!"
He was not being polite. There was such a big mud pit on the ground. If they came across it, he and his grandson would definitely not be able to get the carriage wheel out by themselves.
Now that the mud pit has been filled, they are the ones who benefited. Otherwise, he would be the one splashed with mud and water today.
After exchanging pleasantries, both sides returned to their carriages and set off.
Covered in mud and water, Mr. Han sat on the wheel tracks with Wang Ping to avoid dirtying the carriage, while Chen Feng drove the carriage behind.
The mud pit was filled up and the two carriages behind passed safely.
After the three carriages traveled together for a while, when they were approaching a fork in the road, Uncle Fu drove his carriage to the front and parallel to Mr. Han and his group.
Pointing to the fork in the road on the right, he shouted, "Sir, we want to go this way, so we won't go with you."
Mr. Han raised his hand and bowed to him, "Take care, old man."
Upon hearing this, the young woman who was resting with her eyes closed in the carriage suddenly opened her eyes, turned around and was about to pull the curtain of the carriage.
The old lady beside her took her hand and asked, "What's wrong?"
The woman said anxiously: "I think I heard Brother Xun's voice."
After some delay, when she lifted the curtain and looked back, she could only see the back of Tian An and his friends' carriage.
"Stop the car! Uncle Fu, turn around and chase the carriage!" the woman said recklessly. Her face was filled with anxiety, completely devoid of her previous calmness.
Uncle Fu stopped the car urgently and was about to turn around when he was stopped by the old lady.
Madam An held her daughter's hand with a look of pity and said earnestly, "Rong'er, this is the capital. Han Xun won't be here. You must have heard it wrong."
An Rong was suddenly stunned, tears filling her beautiful eyes in an instant, but she still said stubbornly, "Mom, but I really heard his voice just now. It's true. I didn't hear it wrongly."
Madam An shook her head helplessly. "So many years have passed. Even if he really came back, his voice wouldn't be as good as before. How could you still recognize it?"
An Rong shook her head with tears streaming down her face, silently denying her mother's words. She said firmly, "I can tell he's old, in his seventies or eighties. I can tell. Mom, it must be him."
Looking at her stubborn daughter, Madam An sighed and called out to the carriage, "Uncle Fu, look carefully at that man's face just now. Was he Han Xun, the former eldest son of the Yong'an Earl's Mansion?"
Uncle Fu was stunned outside the carriage, and after thinking carefully, he said, "Just now, when the young master was pushing the carriage, he was splashed with mud and water all over his face. I didn't see his face clearly. But, I could hear that his voice was different from that of the previous young master Han."
When Han Xun was initially responsible for pulling the horse, his face was not dirty. When he changed places with Uncle Fu, he exchanged places from one side of the carriage and did not hit his head.
When we bumped into each other later, his face was covered with mud and his appearance was completely unrecognizable.
Uncle Fu really didn't recognize Han Xun, but only Han Xun himself knew whether he recognized Uncle Fu.
Madam An gently embraced her daughter, "Rong'er, let him go! It's been so many years. If he could come back, he would have come back long ago. If he really came back, he would definitely come to find you. But if he comes back but doesn't come to find you, then what's the point of you waiting for him for so many years?"
After that, he said to the outside: "Uncle Fu, let's continue on our journey!"
At this time, Han Xun, who was sitting on the rut, clenched his fists tightly, staring blankly at the direction where the carriage had just gone, unable to come back to his senses for a long time.
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