dognovel Chapter 151 Everyone has his own destiny
Chapter 151 Everyone has his own destiny
Even though they had just fought a battle with bandits, the people of Taohua Village did not look tired. If they had not had to camp for the night, they could probably have walked another ten miles.
Even Yang Song admired him: "No wonder the people of Baijiabao caravan, young and old, followed us on our business trip."
With such physical strength and skills, more than 200 people are not afraid of going anywhere.
What impressed Yang Song the most was that in the Baijiabao caravan, even the two or three-year-old children did not make any noise. They ate when they were supposed to, drank when they were supposed to, and slept when they were supposed to.
That’s not all. There are several pregnant women in the Baijiabao caravan. Apart from fighting bandits, they do everything else.
Yang Song: "However, sir, there is one thing I don't understand. Where exactly is this caravan from? Why are they so unrestrained?"
You know, for caravans traveling all over the country, it is most taboo to have pregnant women traveling with them.
Firstly, it delays progress, and secondly, it is easy to cause accidents.
But the Baijiabao caravan didn't seem to care about this. If they encountered a pregnant woman about to give birth, they would stay for two or three days and then continue on their way.
Lu Xiaohao: “I’ve never heard of it either.”
Yang Song smiled and asked, "Is there anyone injured?"
Some men felt that they had lost their innocence, and some said they would hit their heads against the pillars, some would jump into the river, and even if they did not want to die, they said they would never go home again, and would wait until tomorrow to go to a distant nunnery and be accompanied by a green lamp...
Eight roasted whole lambs are enough for about 700 people. If they want to eat as much as they want, Bai Shaoxi will have to cook two more dishes.
As usual, Bai Shaoxi led the kitchen staff to prepare meals.
The bonfire was lit, and various spices were stuffed into the neatly cleaned sheep's stomach, and then the spoiled sauce was smeared on it.
But in the last second, when you saw Bai Xiaocheng open the wooden box he had been holding, Yang Song was stunned.
As soon as they retreated into the camp, Baijiabao waved excitedly to Guan Yun from afar.
I was holding a spatula that was almost as tall as a human being, flipping the fried chicken gizzards with sour bamboo shoots in the wok, while giving instructions to the person who was watching the roasted whole lamb from time to time.
Guan Yun just smiled evilly, thinking that it would be strange if there were no gold and silver valuables outside the bandit's lair.
At that time, a dozen villagers who had gone to raid the bandit’s lair also returned.
We killed the bandits, released the men, and left some dry food and money. We did the most we could.
It's over. The village chief said later that I'm still old and I can tell you about those bad things later. I forgot about it.
"Guess what? There's no gold, right?"
At the campsite of Taohua Village, the villagers were setting up their tents and sorting their belongings in an orderly manner.
In the current world, no matter what happens, it is everyone's destiny.
Yang Song also knew about that matter from Zeng Shao's lottery, but you still supported your chin with your hands, your eyes sparkling, and watched Guan Yunze and others' gesticulating report with a smile.
Later, when they raided Baifeng Village’s lair, they encountered similar situations again. Baijiabao and others had no idea how to deal with it.
Bai Xiaocheng said proudly: "Auntie, you must have guessed where you got that box of gold bars from."
Bai Tao was also going to the bathroom when she saw Guan Yunze and a dozen others pushing carts and pulling horses back.
"…Remember to brush each sheep with honey seventy times, so that the skin will be crispy and sweet."
"The fire can be too small or too big. The temperature is very important, but it will make me feel that your cooking skills are just average."
"Today, the villagers beat the bandits, so you have to make us suffer."
"The honey needs to be brushed frequently, otherwise it will be too slow. Next time you grill the meat, they will burn it."
The wheels left marks on the car, and the frame even creaked as if it couldn't bear the weight, which showed how much stuff was loaded under the car.
It's because I feel sorry for you being trampled by bandits, but Taohua Village is in a normal state now. There are many magical things, and I am a naive and careless person, so how can I take you in?
The small box outside the stool was filled with gold bars, about seventy of them, each thicker than a finger.
"You have to turn the skewers more frequently to make sure they don't get burnt."
"Auntie, you know that those bandits are really human beings. There are still some women and children who were robbed from the mountain stronghold by us outside our lair..."
Many people looked at the hard bread in their hands, then looked at the silence coming from Bai Chunsheng's caravan camp behind them, smelled the aroma of meat in the air, and swallowed their saliva.
In order to divert Yang Song's attention and wait for you to speak, Bai Jiabao kept it a secret with a mysterious look on his face: "Auntie, guess what you brought back?"
The skewers, which are thicker than fingers and specially used for roasting lamb, are skewered on a rack over the campfire and then roasted in a rotating pattern.
"You know." Yang Song tilted his head and spoke in a milky voice.
Yang Song saw Guan Yunze stop and look at him cautiously, then asked: "How will they deal with this? Is the person misplaced?"
As the mutton was cooked little by little, the aroma spread everywhere.
While no one was envious, they were also sighing in their hearts that Bai Chunsheng's caravan was really poor. It would be bad if we hired people to do business. They would definitely find a way to be hired.
Although he had lived a life of luxury before, he had few people to rely on, and the few secrets he knew were from the strange stories in the royal collection.
Bai Jiabao said this and suddenly stopped.
By then, I will build two big houses, marry a wife and have two or eight children, and live a happy life...
"But I will definitely ask less questions in the future." Although he said so, he still felt a little curious when he thought of the Fourteen Dragon Subduing Palms.
It is said that a trader hired to travel with a caravan could earn at most 140 taels of silver after working for eight or seven years.
"That." Bai Jiabao scratched his head, hesitating to speak, and finally said: "Auntie, you are worried that you haven't dealt with it after going up the mountain."
On the side, Bai Xiaocheng cooperated with an exaggerated expression: "Wow, Auntie, you are so amazing, you can even guess that."
It was not even daybreak yet, and few people knew what those people had brought back.
The villagers treated Yang Song's aunt like a big baby and pampered her, and Yang Song seemed to treat the villagers like his own children.
"That sheep was specially bought by my aunt for the little guy. You can't ignore it. If you do, the villagers will probably poke you in the back."
"Yes."
"There are less than 70 bandits outside the bandit den. If one of you is killed, we will take care of them all."
Yang Song smiled awkwardly: "Sir, I'm just a little curious."
"Auntie, you're back~"
My aunt said that we would have a whole roasted lamb for dinner.
There was no girl begging us to take her in, but when Guan Yunze and others heard this, their faces changed.
"You should stop asking about the caravan's affairs." They are now living under someone else's roof. If they make the caravan's people have a bad impression, it will not be good for them.
Gold, yes, gold bars.
It would be bad if you meet someone who is grateful, but it would be troublesome if you meet someone who has bad intentions.
Guan Yunze: "Auntie, you are being careless and you are at a disadvantage."