After a day of rest, most people were already full of energy, especially with their warm cotton clothes on, they felt like they could walk another 10,000 miles.
Mrs. Bai was much better, but Mrs. Bai was still not well. Having a miscarriage was like having a serious illness.
Also, the three-year-old young master from the third branch of the Gu family wasn't doing well either. No, it should be said that he was already breathing more than he was breathing.
The doctor also said there was nothing he could do, so the yamen runners couldn't delay them another day for a baby. If they didn't hurry, they wouldn't be able to return to the capital before the New Year.
The day after they set out on their journey, the young master died. His aunt carried his body for another day before being forcibly taken out. A small earthen pit was dug and buried. There was no grave, no headstone. Just like the old lady Gu who had left first...
The further north you go, the colder and more desolate it becomes.
And so the first snow of winter arrived.
Even though they were wearing winter cotton clothes, people couldn't stand the cold.
Wen Xi felt so distressed when she saw Aunt Mao's swollen hands from the cold that she quickly and quietly applied frostbite cream on her.
Because of the constant tying of ropes, her wrists were rubbed to the point of blood and flesh. If she hadn't thought of a way to wrap a few rounds of cotton cloth around her wrists, she didn't know whether her hands would be completely disabled.
So Wen Xi took advantage of the hottest break at noon to ask Aunt Mao to make a pair of cotton gloves with the thumb and palm separated, which had a somewhat strange shape.
You know what, even though it looks weird, it's actually much warmer. And the wrist is longer so the rope won't cut it.
Others saw this and came over to ask for advice. When they set out again, everyone was wearing a pair of strange gloves.
No matter how fully armed the people in Beijing are, they cannot withstand the cold in northern Xinjiang.
Alas...the weather in this place doesn't welcome us!
After three months and five days, we finally entered the northern part of Xinjiang. It would take about ten more days to reach our destination.
The people who no longer looked like human beings finally had hope.
As usual, I was lucky enough to arrive at the post station just after dark. Although the post station was shabby and the food was just mixed grain dumplings, it was still better than the dilapidated temple that was exposed to the wind on all sides.
Everyone finished their meal in an orderly manner, washed up simply with the hot water they had begged for, and went to bed quickly.
Wen Xi also comfortably took out her own small wooden basin from her backpack, and the three of them took turns washing their faces and soaking their feet.
Life is tough, and I've heard feet are cleaner than faces, so I'll just mix them! Plus, there's no need to queue, and 20 or so people sharing one basin is enough.
Wen Xi slept until midnight and was woken up again by the urge to urinate. She was almost driven crazy by her own bladder.
Every night, no matter if I drink water or not, I always have to get up in the middle of the night. It's okay when the weather is warm, but when it's so cold, my butt is frozen off.
I got up depressed and put on my cotton clothes. Just as I was about to go out, Aunt Mao said in a daze:
"Get up again? Wait for Auntie to accompany you."
Wen Xi quickly held her down:
"No need today. The moonlight outside is so bright that I can see. Besides, I'm not afraid of the dark now."
"Then be careful and go early and come back early."
As she spoke, Aunt Mao fell asleep!
It seems that I am really tired today.
Wen Xi tightened her coat around her waist, shivering as she walked out the door, running towards the toilet. She took it off and picked it up at the speed of a 100-meter sprint, completing the task.
On the way back, I suddenly heard intermittent cries for help. They were muffled and didn't sound like normal sounds.
I walked towards the place where the sound came from as if possessed by a ghost.
Isn't this the house where the yamen runners live? Thinking of that lecherous Zhao San, Wen Xi was a little afraid to go in.
But I was itching to get in because there wasn't even a window, and I couldn't see what was going on inside.
Then another muffled groan was heard.
Oh my god! No, this is terrible. I pushed the door open without hesitation.
I saw Ye Erniang standing there in a daze, holding a bloody knife.
On the bed, in the dim light of the oil lamp, there seemed to be two people stacked on top of each other.
But at this time, he didn't move at all.
There were only a few words in Wen Xi's mind: something bad is happening!
Then Wen Xi did what any guilty thief would do! ...He turned around and closed the door!
Then he swallowed and turned around.
Ye Erniang, who was originally in a daze, began to stare at Wen Xi.
Wen Xi didn't know where he got the courage from at this moment. He ignored Ye Erniang and walked towards the two people on the bed.
Yes! At this moment, she actually ignored Ye Erniang who was holding the murder weapon.
Looking back, it seems a little incredible that I’m still alive.
The man on top was Zhao San, stabbed in the back. The man below had a pillow pressed against his head. It was impossible to tell who they were. As for what happened to the two men below, I won't go into detail! It's just the kind of thing that can't be described...
Don't look at it too much, otherwise you will get stye.
His eyes shifted back to the person below. Was he suffocated to death?
Wen Xi carefully turned over the pillow, then suddenly fell down again, and then turned it over again.
Are you shocked?
It's shocking, right?
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