It was still cold in the morning, but around Chen hour, the sun rarely popped out.

The warm sun is coming out, not far from the snow melting.

Feng Qing was a little happy. Not only Feng Qing was in a good mood, but also Daye people who were scared by the heavy snow. When Fang Zheng and Feng Qing and the others continued to rush, they found that there were obviously more pedestrians on the road than in the previous few days.

The snow sweeping in Qizhou City is slow, not to mention that when you get into these towns, it is difficult to walk and it is even more impossible to take a bus.

Feng Qing paused, and she looked at the slanted front, and saw an old farmer walking forward with a donkey with difficulty. Her eyes lit up and she turned to Fang Zheng and said, "Mr., do you think we can ride a horse to Kyoto?"

Fang Zheng laughed.

He thought about many ways to go to Kyoto, and of course there is also a way to ride a horse.

It’s just that a good horse with great achievements is rare. No matter how much he knows, he knows very little about horses. It’s really not cheap to buy a horse. It costs dozens or hundreds of taels to write, or even hundreds of taels to write. Their money is earned by the wife’s hard work, and Fang Zheng is reluctant to spend it like this.

"My wife doesn't know that riding a horse requires long-term training. You can't ride to Kyoto just after learning it." If you ride a horse, Fang Zheng can't guarantee that he can protect his wife to Kyoto safely. "If the wife wants to learn, she will go to Kyoto and take her wife to learn for her husband."

Feng Qing really wanted to feel the so-called galloping horses. She was quickly convinced by Fang Zheng, "Then according to my husband, let's go to Kyoto slowly."

It's like driving, and it's bound to be bumpy at the beginning. At least it's not like it's going to be dismissed. There's no place to learn horse riding, so let's forget it.

Song Zheng agreed with Fang Zheng's words.

Their escort agency only has five or six horses. Their escort chief is like something. Without any chance of failure, they are reluctant to let their subordinates touch them. There are a few escort agency carriages, but it is difficult to move on the road, so they can only rely on two legs first.

The group continued to walk north.

After passing the town, it is a narrow road leading to Houtou Village.

There were almost no pedestrians on the narrow road, but there were roads that were taken out on the road. However, early this morning, the road was frozen on the wide road, and people who were unstable stepped on it and kept falling.

Feng Qing is a person who is unstable in the lower market.

After walking for about ten meters, the person was crooked several times. If Fang Zheng hadn't been paying attention all the time, she would have fallen.

Seeing that the whole person twisted again, Fang Zheng directly grabbed her, walked to her in three or two steps, half-squatted, and said, "My wife comes up and takes her back for her husband."

"No, this road is not easy to walk, I'm heavy, so I don't have to bear it." Feng Qing refused. This road was already difficult, and if he carried him on his back, he would probably be unable to move forward.

"Be good, madam, come up." Fang Zheng patted the back of her hand and urged.

This time, Feng Qing disagreed with nothing, and she even took two steps back and refused firmly.

Fang Zheng was helpless, "Don't worry, wife, for your husband to walk steadily, you won't fall."

Fang Zheng was very careful when his wife was on his back.

Feng Qing was reluctant to let Fang Zheng be tired. No matter how Fang Zheng advised him, she refused.

"Madam Fang, why don't you use this?" Guard Jin stood behind the two of them at some point. He was holding two wooden sticks as thick as wrists in his hand. The wooden sticks were peeled smoothly and would not be separated by their hands. "This way is much faster and you won't fall."

Feng Qing didn't accept it, just looked at Guard Jin.

She was a little confused about why Guard Jin showed goodwill to her.

Guard Jin thought Feng Qing didn't believe him, so he walked to Fang Zheng and Feng Qing with a smile, then turned to laugh at the two of them, "I like this the most when I was a child."

After saying that, he was half-squatting, holding the wooden stick tightly with both hands, stretching his arms forward, and the next moment, he ran forward.

Feng Qing looked at the person who flew far away all of a sudden and was stunned.

Isn’t this the skiing of later generations?

His eyes fell on the boots of Jin Guard. He saw him tied two pieces of wood to the bottom of his boots with straw. Feng Qing smacked his tongue. Without the special boots and equipment, he could slip so steadily. I have to say that Jin Guard is a talent in skiing.

Guard Bo also came forward. He was afraid that Fang Zheng and Feng Qing would think too much, so he explained, "Xiao Jin is still a childish person and he likes to play the most, especially for these strange ways of playing. Most of his Yueyin bought all kinds of gadgets."

Just as Guard Bo spoke, Guard Jin in the distance had turned into a small black dot.

But in a moment, he appeared in front of several people again.

If this child was placed in later generations, he would definitely be a ski champion.

"This is very good." Feng Qing sighed.

It's really fast, faster than a carriage.

When praised, Guard Jin smiled and his ears turned red. He handed the wooden stick to Feng Qing, "If Mrs. Fang is not pricked, if she can't walk steadily, she can just walk in the snow."

Feng Qing was not concerned about this. Her eyes fell on Guard Jin's boots and asked, "How long have you used to slide so quickly?"

As far as she knows, skiing is not easy, and direction is particularly difficult to master, and falling is the most common. Some people cannot master the skills and cannot learn anything.

Guard Jin touched his hot ears, raised a finger, and said with uncertainty: "It's about an hour."

Actually, it doesn’t matter, it seems like I learned it in just a few strokes.

"Can you borrow the wood chips under your feet for use?" Feng Qing's eyes were shiny.

It’s hard to learn to ride a horse, so where is skiing?

A picture appeared in Feng Qing's mind. Each of them was holding two wooden sticks, and they drifted quickly from the road like a windy wind under their feet, causing passers-by to open their mouths and envy them.

Puchi-

The more I thought about it, the more funny it became. Feng Qing could not imagine the scene of her husband skiing.

Guard Jin didn't know how to put his hands and feet, so he quickly untied the straw rope on his feet, "In fact, it's better to use bamboo slices. Cut the bamboo slices smoother, faster and more stable."

The lady was rarely interested, so Fang Zheng would certainly not object. He squatted down, tied the straw rope for Feng Qing, and then grabbed Feng Qing's arm with one hand, allowing her to stand firmly.

"You don't have to delay my wife and me, you can take the lead."

After getting along these days, Song Maleman knew that Feng Qing was a hard-working person and never complained. Today, he was rare to be interested in slitting for a while. Of course they had no objection. They followed him to Kyoto to protect Fang Zheng and Feng Qing, and they would not leave early now.

When they all waited, Feng Qing felt a little embarrassed, "Why don't you try again if you have the chance in the future."

"No problem, Master Song and the others are not in a hurry to rush forward." After saying that, Fang Zheng helped Feng Qing move forward without saying a word.

According to Guard Jin, thinking about the ski video he had watched before, Feng Qing carefully slid forward.

She had no talent for skiing, so she naturally fell. Fortunately, she had Fang Zheng protected her, so she fell three times, and then she could slowly slide a few steps.
Chapter completed!