Pseudo master, she just wants to live

Chapter 161
"Huh? Going down the mountain now? Then... what about that big turtle shell?"

Mrs. Jiang in the carriage was folding her clothes, when she heard Li Fugui yelling, she hurriedly told Dabao and Xiaomei not to run around, and hurried out of the carriage.

Fang Yao had long forgotten about the tortoise shell, it was big and heavy, she struggled and said, "Throw it away, it's not easy to carry."

"No, there are still a lot of aquatic plants left. This thing can only be used by boiling medicine with turtle shells." Jiang refused without thinking.

It was the first time Fang Yao saw Jiang's words so decisively.

Suddenly, Yang Gao got out from nowhere, shook his arms, lifted the tortoise shell easily, and said: "There is a wide shelf behind my carriage, more than enough for a tortoise shell."

"Yes, just put it there."

Jiang Shi followed up in surprise, and Fang Yao stood there speechless, feeling that there was no need for her to follow up to join in the fun.

The carriage that Yang Gao lives in now is Liu Donger's carriage. He is a burly man and a rhubarb, and the space is very spacious.

"Master, Master Fan hasn't come back yet, and his carriage is still parked here, why don't we get someone to drive it together?" Li Fugui came over and asked.

"Well, hurry up."

After checking everything that was missing, Fang Yao put on a mask and sat outside the carriage with Li Fugui to lead the charge.

"Drive... let's go..."

Li Fugui flicked the reins, the horse swung its neck and snorted.

The iron-covered wheels rolled slowly again, creaking and creaking, leaving obvious marks on the soil.

Suddenly, someone shouted from behind: "Master! Patriarch! This horse won't move, they won't let me touch it!"

"I'll go see what's going on."

Fang Yao jumped out of the carriage and walked back along the side of the Qingshiban Road until she reached the end.

Sitting in front of Fan Chen's four-wheeled carriage, Li Dazhu said anxiously: "Master, these are Mr. Fan's horses, no matter how much I chase them away, I won't leave."

As he spoke, he flicked the reins twice, and the two horses really stood there motionless.

A flash of inspiration flashed in Fang Yao's mind, thinking of the TV series she had seen, the beautiful woman whispered a few words in the stubborn horse's ear, and the horse would be obedient.

Of course, she wouldn't really do this, but first went to the front and grabbed a handful of black beans and came over, "Come on, darling, if you eat my beans, you have to follow me."

The horse rolled the black beans into its mouth and started chewing.

Fang Yao took the opportunity to walk up to the head of one of the tall black horses, and tried to gently stroke its mane.

Very good, sure enough there is no conflict.

Everyone said that Fan Chen's two horses were war horses, and they had a bad temper. Except for Fan Chen, no one dared to approach them.

Her method really worked!

Fang Yao was secretly delighted, and tiptoed to get close to the horse's ear, but the next second, the horse suddenly turned its neck, and it snorted loudly at her head!
She quickly dodged back, but was still sprayed with... a strong-smelling juice on the top of her head.

This horse is on purpose!

"I @$%#*..."

Fang Yao gritted her teeth and said bitterly: "You come down first, I'll try."

Li Dazhu hurriedly jumped out of the carriage and gave Fang Yao his seat. As soon as the latter sat on it, he flicked the reins just like Li Fugui did just now, then picked up the whip and whipped the horse's butt.

This time, the carriage finally moved.

However... it was going backwards.

Li Dazhu clicked his tongue: "Good guy, is this just holding you back and pushing you backwards?"

Fang Yao was about to die of anger from the two horses.

Looking at them, they all feel as hideous as the previous Fan Chen.

Sure enough, there are as many horses as there are masters.

She jumped off the carriage, glared at the two horses bitterly, and said to Li Dazhu: "Let's go, let these stubborn horses stay here, let's go down the mountain and tell the guards at the gate of the city, let their owners take care of themselves." Come back and hurry."

"okay."

Back to the front, Fang Yao wiped her hair with a sweat towel.

The convoy moved forward slowly again, the dark mountain road was illuminated by lanterns, the branches of the roadside were blown wildly, and Fang Yao turned her head to look up.

Fan Chen's carriage was at the end of the team, and he silently took the initiative to follow them.

"..."

It turned out that people wanted to go by themselves.

Fang Yao, who was sprayed on the head, was very depressed.

After descending the mountain, Yang Gao rode to the gate of the city to explain to the guards, and then everyone came to the ferry.

After a few days, the water level in the river dropped a lot, and the embankment near the ferry that was hit by the green-haired turtle has been filled up.

Yang Gao, who has been a bodyguard for more than ten years, travels most often on the waterway bodyguards on the Zhangxiang River, and he knows quite a few boatmen here.

He was the one who chartered the boat last time.

Of course it is him now.

"Old Hong, old Hong!"

Yang Gao shouted at the top of his voice, and after a while, an old voice tremblingly answered from the shore.

The cabin curtain on the largest ferry was lifted, and an old man about 50 years old came out, saw Yang Gao and the convoy behind him, "Hey, it's Brother Yang, are you leaving now?"

"Let's cross the river first. I'm afraid the river will freeze at night and it will be difficult to walk tomorrow."

"Oh, yes."

The old man called his sons, and they hurriedly lowered the planks in front of the ferry, letting Fang Yao and their carriage drive up carefully.

Because there were too many convoys, they scored twice. After getting on the nine carriages, Old Hongtou started to stop, "Go down, don't get on!"

Everyone turned their heads to look, and saw Fan Chen's two horses, dragging the carriage, insisting on rubbing against the ferry, and let old Hongtou push with the pole, and refused to get off no matter what.

There was no other way, Fang Yao could only let the bullock cart in front go back.

The ferry was pulled and rowed with ropes tied at both ends. The wind on the river was strong and the ferry was wobbly.

Fang Yao was wearing a mask, standing by the side of the boat, squinting her eyes and looking at the sky. The sky in the northwest...was indeed faintly dark.

"Old Hongtou, where's your little ferry?"

"Oh, don't mention it. On the morning when the flood just receded, a boy with a face scarf brought ten taels of silver and said that Mr. Fan needed a boat urgently."

Old man Hong felt annoyed when he thought of this, "Old man, I also want to do something for Zhangxiang, so I didn't ask for money and lent him for free. Who knows, I have never seen him again..."

Fang Yao's heart moved, the day the flood receded, wasn't it just...

"Is the boy you mentioned only this tall, and looks about eleven or twelve years old?"

"That's right. Later, when I inquired about it, Master Fan didn't let the children of any family come out to do errands. That's when I realized that I was being deceived!"

"Then do you know which direction he is going?"

"I went up, and I asked him where he was going, and wanted to help him hold the boat for a while, but he had a child, and he was no worse than an old man like me..."

Old man Hong was still rambling on, but Fang Yao was in no mood to listen anymore.

It turns out that Gu Master really went to the north.

(End of this chapter)