Records of the Cattle and Horses of Chang'an

Chapter 467: The Bottom of the Box

On January 30th, the wind is clear and cloudless, and the moon is not bright.

On the official road outside Qinzhou City, a group of more than ten horsemen were galloping at full speed at night.

The leader was Cui Bianxu, who was sneezing constantly.

Suddenly, the front knee of a horse in the team bent, and then the person on its back was thrown out by inertia and fell heavily to the ground.

For a moment, the neighing of horses and suppressed cries of pain sounded at the same time.

"Kuro! Kuro!"

Jian Ming whipped his whip vigorously and rushed to Cui Bianxu's side. "Jiulang, it's thirty new moons, and there's no light to illuminate the way. It's really difficult to walk. Why don't you slow down?"

They were riding too fast. Even if they used lamp oil to light torches, they would soon be blown out by the wind at that speed. People could not see the road clearly, and neither could the horses. There was no way to keep going.

Cui Bianxu suppressed his impatience with a serious face, pulled the reins and looked back at the person who fell to the ground: "How is it?"

The guards immediately took control of the horses and checked on the injured man: "Reporting to Jiulang, everything else is fine, but this arm must be broken."

He was lucky to have only broken his arm after falling from a galloping horse in the dark night. Cui Bianxu breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Let's find a place to rest for the night and set off as soon as daybreak comes."

"Yes, thank you Jiulang."

Cui Bianxu sat on his horse, exhaled, and looked into the distance in the direction of Chang'an, where there was no trace of it at all. His chest felt a little tight, but it was still too late.

They are now on their way to Qizhou, and Chang'an is just ahead of them after passing Qizhou.

Even if we don't stop at all tonight, we still won't be able to reach Chang'an in time.

Jianming took out a hardened Hu pancake and handed it to him. "Jiulang, I just checked Yueyu's arm. It's swollen and can't be straightened. I'm afraid he won't be able to leave with us tomorrow."

Only one arm was injured. If he had encountered a life-threatening situation or a cruel master, he would never dare to mention it.

Cui Bianxu pinched the hard Hu pancake and put it away. Thinking that his snacks had been divided up by these greedy people, he was not very happy. "Leave someone to go with him. We can go back to Chang'an after our hand is healed."

"Yes." Jian Ming turned his head and gave Li Sheng a smug smile: See, I told you that Jiulang loves them!

Li Sheng opened his mouth speechlessly and finally decided not to argue with the fool.

Cui Bianxu sighed with a sense of melancholy, got off his horse in a depressed mood, sat on the mat, and stuffed Hu Bing into his mouth with tasteless taste.

Hu biscuits are very unpalatable when they become hard. For people who are hungry, it doesn’t matter, but for them, it is like pig food.

"Jiulang, didn't Miss Jiang give us a few bottles of prepared seasonings? We used quite a lot when we were barbecuing, and it seems there's only half a bottle left." Jian Ming was picking and choosing on the ground, searching for suitable chopsticks.

Cui Bianxu turned around silently upon hearing this, and squeezed the small bottle through his clothes, pretending not to have heard the words. He secretly wondered how long it would take to catch up with the wedding procession.

After returning to Chang'an, I have to go see Liu Manqiang, which will take at least half a day.

The Qinghe Cui family originated in Dongwucheng, Qinghe, which is the modern Gucheng County, Hebei Province, and is divided into three branches.

This branch of theirs belonged to the Cui family of Wushuifang and did not live in Dongwu City, but in Qi County, Qingzhou, which is a county-level city under the jurisdiction of Weifang City, Shandong Province today.

Originally, I always said that I was going back to my hometown in Qinghe, but it was just a casual remark. After all, although the Cui family of Qinghe was divided into three parts, they were all branches of the same ancestor, so the real ancestral land naturally belonged to Qinghe County.

This time, the bride was also being taken back to Qi County, Qingzhou. To get from Chang'an to Qi County, they would naturally transfer to a boat in Luoyang, then head northeast along the canal. They would disembark in Cangzhou, transfer to a horse-drawn carriage, and then travel overland to Qi County...

Xiao Cui silently pondered the feasibility of bringing his grandmother out directly when he arrived in Chang'an, talking to her while on the way, and then letting her ride back on horseback by herself.

His grandmother should be able to understand his desire to catch up with the wedding procession in Luoyang, right?

The Jiang family of Jiahuifang.

Jiang's mother hesitated and pushed and pulled with Old Madam Xia for a long time, but finally she couldn't stand the pressure from her old mother. She took a booklet and sneaked into Jiang Shangxian's room like a thief.

"Who is it?" Yingzi was just about to lie down when she heard the noise. She put her shoes back on, picked up a wooden stick and walked towards the door - she was very familiar with it.

Jiang's mother licked her lips, feeling a little embarrassed before even meeting anyone: "It's me!"

'boom'

The wooden stick was thrown to the ground mercilessly.

'crunch'

The door opened.

"What are you doing in the house?" Jiang's mother looked inside curiously after hearing the noise.

Yingzi took small steps to block the weapon on the ground: "I accidentally bumped into the table, hehe..."

Little Jiang sat up in bed, moving his big butt to make some room for his mother. He patted the bed impatiently with his little hands, his eyes shining. "Mom, why are you here? Come and sit down."

She knew it! The TV series didn't lie to her!

She had been looking forward to the treasure in the bottom of the box for a long time. She waited and waited, but Jiang's mother never gave her the erotic pictures. She was really anxious.

The pictures of naked handsome men she created independently behind closed doors were always disappointing. If she could look at the renderings of her peers, she would be able to improve herself better, right?

Weird, too weirdly passionate.

Jiang's mother's ears twitched involuntarily. She nodded hesitantly at the bed and said, "Let me sit?"

I always find it dirty when I sit down on it on weekdays.

Xiao Jiang nodded happily: "Ah, mother, did you come here to tell me something? Please sit down quickly, and let's talk in detail."

Anyway, he will be leaving tomorrow, and this will be the last time he will sleep on this bed, so Xiao Jiang has no psychological burden.

Mother Jiang licked her lips and waved hesitantly at Yingzi: "Go to sleep first. Don't make any noise. Plug your ears."

Yingzi, who was bending over to pick up a stick, was so frightened that he almost fell under the table: "Ah! Yes, yes! I'll find some rags to plug my ears!"

Jiang's mother seemed to be doing something extremely important. She took two slow steps, then gritted her teeth, stamped her feet, and strode to the bed. She threw the booklet hidden under her sleeve into Jiang Shangxian's arms and said, "Take a look at it for yourself. Put it away after you're done. If you don't understand, come and read it with Jiulang on your wedding day!"

As she spoke, Xiao Jiang had already excitedly opened the booklet and couldn't wait to flip through it. Seeing her leave, he raised his bright eyes and said, "Mother, is there only one book? Are there any left? Erlang will be married for several years, so give them all to me first!"

Jiang's mother's fleeing steps came to a sudden halt, veins on her forehead throbbing. She clenched her fists and endured the pain again and again before finally yelling, "You big-headed ghost!"

Yingzi's little body, which had turned its back and pretended to be asleep, immediately began to tremble like a sieve.