The four of them looked exhausted and frost-faced, all wearing red hats, military caps, cloaks, and carrying large packages.

Judging from their expressions, it was obvious that this trip had tormented them unclearly.

When they came in, they all walked into the hall with a chill of Xiren. After rushing to salute Yang He, they hurriedly gathered to the fire by the fire, and it took a while before they could recover.

Hu Juyi looked at his brother, and seemed to have plucked up great courage and secretly handed Yang He a wrapped thing: "My husband, I'll give you this teapot."

He said to Yang He's sister Ying'er, "Ying'er, can we play with eagles catching chickens? I'll pretend to be a chick."

Hu Juye suddenly turned his head and looked ugly. I said why the teapot disappeared? It turned out that this kid secretly hid it and gave it to Mr. Yang?

It's really a elbow that turns outward!

Yang He laughed silently and looked at the teapot. The texture was very ordinary, but at least he was not short of mouth.

He shook his head and handed it to Minister Yang, asking him to make tea.

At this time, everyone gathered in the hall. Brothers Zhang Chugong, Minister Yang, Qi Youxin, Yan Dezheng, Luo Xianjue, Han Daxia and his son gathered around the fire to chat. However, only Yang He had a chair, and the rest of them were either standing or placing some weeds under his butt and sat on the ground.

There are also younger brothers and sisters Yang Ying and Yang Qian who are also snuggling beside Yang He.

Yang He asked about the experience of the four people. It turned out that they packed their luggage immediately after they went back, but the colder the weather was, the more difficult the road was. The staggered river terrain made them overcome difficulties, so even if they were familiar with this area, they have been going until now.

As everyone spoke, the heat wave of the fire dispelled the cold on their bodies, the charcoal inside burned red, and bursts of heat were emitting.

Soon everyone drank the hot tea again, and their whole body felt warm and comfortable.

Hu Juyi and his sister Ying'er were playing the game of catching the chickens with his sister Ying'er. The mover had recovered and spoke with a smile. He even asked Brother Zhang Chugong if he wanted to buy a rocket.

Zhang Chugong looked at Yang He: "Honeyone?"

He immediately defected to Yang He, so he naturally had to seek Yang He's opinions.

Yang He pondered for a moment: "You brothers can deal with it by yourself for the time being."

There is no place to live now. When you settle down, the seven soldiers will sincerely submit and all kinds of materials will be allocated in a unified manner.

The firearms and others also saw the changes of the firearms leaning against the wall, and the bottles and jars of Zhang Chugong and the other two seemed to be missing. After asking, he and Zeng Youyu looked at Yang He with strange eyes and Chen Qiuao also looked at Yang He deeply.

Yesterday he noticed Yang He's upper power bow. His eyes swept over and there was still admiration in his eyes.

And together with Yang He, there are now five archers in the Wu.

Needless to say, Yang He used a top-power bow, a 158-pound bow power, and a top-notch strength.

Minister Yang used seven-force bows and eighty-pound bows.

To everyone's surprise, among the two archers of the Hu brothers, Hu Juyi, who was timid and afraid of life, used the bow power even stronger.

He used eight-power strong bows, and the bow power was close to one hundred pounds, almost meeting the standard of a medium-power bow.

The bow power used by Hu Juye is similar to that of Minister Yang, and it is also a seven-power bow and eighty-pound bow power.

In the end, Han Daxia used the weakest bow power, fifty pounds, which made him feel quite disappointed.

Minister Yang secretly comforted him and would definitely find a deputy bow for him in the future.

...

That night, Yang He still ordered a bonfire feast for a hundred kilograms of horse meat. Then, in the evening, he and Minister Yang, as well as his younger brothers and sisters rested in the mountain temple. The rest could only spend the night in the abandoned village, after all, the temple was really not big.

However, there were no beds in the house, only a pile of grass. Minister Yang had a large bonfire. Before going to bed, Zhang Chugong and Zhang Chuxun came in, took three blankets in his hand, and said that they could protect Yang He and others from the cold. They looked guilty and said they were not very comfortable to treat. Yang Xianggong came, but he didn't even make the bed.

That night, Yang He woke up, the cold was frozen, the bonfire flashed and dark, the cold wind outside was shrill, the wind blew in from the gap, the flames were shaking, and the dead branches in the fire made a "slap" sound from time to time.

He looked at the book boy and his younger brother and sister beside him, and they all slept very happily in the blanket.

Yang He opened his eyes for a while, then he lifted the blanket on his body and slowly walked to the room of the three Zhang Chugong brothers.

There was a pile of fire inside, and there were also a pile of grass. The three brothers were hiking in the haystack, crowding tightly.

Yang He looked at it silently for a while, sighed, and silently retreated.

He wrapped the blanket tightly, hoping that he would have a warm bed when he arrived at the destination.

It also makes the people who follow you have a warm bed.

...

The next morning, everyone set out and had a hearty breakfast of meat porridge before leaving. Yang He rode on his horse. He still had a royal blue soft-footed head, a purple cocoon silk coat, and a dark red cloak with sable fur.

The cold wind slashed his face and depressed the bones of people. From time to time, Yang He tightened his cloak, allowing his younger brother and sister to stand in the basket. Seeing Zhang Qiaogong beside him with a look of confusion, he even reluctantly looked at the mountain temple. After all, he had lived here for a long time, but he was about to leave now.

He said to Yang He: "If it goes well, you can go to the official road today."

Yang He nodded. Indeed, it was easier to go from Grandma Mountain to the north.

He looked back at the team and looked happy, especially those baggage teams, carrying large and small bags of things. In addition to the seven soldiers' luggage, many of them were still equipped with the equipment of Brother Gong. Yang He told him to be careful, these are treasures.

He took a breath of cold air, and the cold air hit the heart, and others were filled with energy.

Yang He ordered Han Daxia to open the road in front of him, and Hu was also hired and Hu was reborn. He had met him, and Chen Qiuao and the other four were with him and were under his command.

Chen Qiuao didn't say a word, he sorted out the javelin bag behind him and then strode forward.

Hu Juye didn't say anything, pressed his waist knife and took his younger brother forward.

I once saw the people in the team and sighed: "There is not a beauty."

He carried the rocket bag and the palladium, and followed.

Looking at the team again, the killer team, the women and children, and the baggage team were arranged, Yang He finally said: "Go away."

The group set out, headed north and went far away.
Chapter completed!