Chapter 6, Singing, Singing on the Journey

Author: Yuan Zhen’s Fish

Chapter 6, Singing, Singing on the Journey

The caravan started moving again. The donkey cart drivers from the Chamber of Commerce flicked the whips in their hands and let the long whip tips gently whip the buttocks of the donkeys pulling the carts. The donkeys, knowing that their masters were urging them to move, reluctantly walked up.

Kicked up his hooves.

Got, got, got, got. After driving, the breeze blowing in front of me was very comfortable. Zhao Ji relaxed and felt the warm wind blowing on his body.

The convoy set off in the same order as before, but instead of taking the road Zhao Ji took before, they chose to turn in another direction.

In Zhao Ji's opinion, when he first traveled through time, he was lucky to have chosen the right direction. If he had taken the other direction at that time, he would not have been as lucky as he is now to encounter this caravan.

I made the wrong choice, and I don’t know what will happen next.

It's getting late now. It's very difficult to survive in the wild for a night without encountering a caravan. And if it rains at night and the temperature drops sharply, he might freeze to death directly.

In the wild environment at night.

Zhao Ji, who was half lying on the pile of goods, felt that the wound was numb, and the pain that had been killing him before was gone. This made him a little curious. This magical ointment can suppress the pain of the wound by only applying it externally to the wound.

The numbness is used to suppress the pain of the wound. It is unknown what magical herbs are used to make it. Zhao Ji put his nose to the wrapped wound and smelled it, and could smell a strong green grass juice.

the taste of.

After the small caravan drove quietly on the road for a while, everyone gradually became quiet and silent. There were no hidden robbers. It seemed that the young man they rescued was indeed not a bad person.

For a moment, the entire winding road was filled with the sound of the whip snapping in the air urging the donkey to move forward, and the donkey's reluctant but accustomed grunting.

The convoy was driving on a wild road, surrounded by small and medium-sized hilly wastelands. The road was built around the hills, and there was no road that could extend straight for hundreds of meters. The wasteland beside the road was dotted with various kinds of things.

Flowering shrubs and dwarf trees struggling to grow their leaves, and the weeds on the roadside have bunches of bright flowers of various colors and sizes.

Amidst the bursts of whipping and braying, even the sound of the wind gradually became quieter and disappeared. Zhao Ji was a little dozed off at the moment due to physical fatigue and pain. He was really very tired. He came from time to time.

Being frightened and walking around enduring his injuries were very draining on his spirit.

Jamela sat high on the cargo of the last truck and saw that the caravan had lost energy for a while and everyone was listless. This was not good. They had just rescued a distressed person who could not speak the common language of the empire. This

It's time to cheer up.

"Guys! Guys! Please cheer up. Mr. Wolf, I have always heard that the men in Wumihu Village in the north of our county are all the most vocal yellow-browed birds in the forest.

, but I have never heard your singing in this journey. How can there be a yellow-browed bird that does not sing loudly all the time?

Haha, can I think that this rumor is just an exaggerated rumor from villagers in other villages? Did the villagers in other villages mistook the chirping of birds for the singing of the men in Wumihu Village after drinking? Or was it Wumi?

Before the men from Lake Village came with us, they all ate numbing hemp at home. They couldn't open their mouths or use their singing voices. They could control their own wives but couldn't control their own tongues?" Jamula pointed at the third car ahead.

A sturdy farmer on the street said jokingly with a wink.

"Huh, you guys. We men in Wumihu Village are the echo of the vast mountains, the yellow-browed finches in the forest. We are the gentle sound of wind in the fields, and the waves of the lake caressing the soles of our feet. Guys! Follow me.

Let's sing a song together and let the people in the city see how powerful we are!" Mr. Wolf, a strong farmer on the donkey cart, turned his head and looked at Jamula in the cart behind him, knowing what he meant by what he just said.

But he was not convinced and said that the men in his village were not good at singing, so he started a song by himself and started singing loudly.

Zhao Ji didn't know what happened, so he turned around and looked at Wolf and Jamra in the two cars behind him. He thought they were quarreling because of him, but in the end, Mr. Wolf in the third car just screamed.

Singing a song.

This made Zhao Ji confused, thinking that this might be a peculiar local custom? It's quite special.

"Hahu, hahu, the wheat seedlings stand tall in the rain and dew."

"Haha, haha, the wheat fields are growing strong."

"Haha, haha, use your hands to remove weeds and insect pests."

"Hahu, hahu, guard my home with both feet!"

Mr. Wolf made the beginning, and other farmers in Wumihu Village on the donkey cart also grinned. They let go of the singing they had been holding back for several days and joined in Mr. Wolf's singing:

"Hoo, ho, ho, the jackals have snatched away the goats in the house."

"Hahoo, hoohoo, the fox killed the neighbor's rooster."

"Whoops, whoops, the field mice are full of black beans in the warehouse."

"Hoo, ho, ho, the crows are destroying the wheat fields in the fields."

Singing loudly, everyone in the caravan was in high spirits. The farmers then sang loudly again:

"Oooh, ooh, you can't save my goat with anger."

"Oooh, ooh, sad, I won't give you your cock back."

"Oooh, ooh, begging for black beans that won't fill your stomach."

"Oooh, ooh, how can we protect our wheat fields?"

Although Zhao Ji couldn't understand what the villagers were singing, he could still hum along with the tune.

"Oooh, ooh, the iron-clad stick knocked the jackal flat."

"Aah, aah, the knight's hounds have caught the fox."

"Oooh, ooh, the new domestic cat is full of rats."

"Oooh, ooh, the wooden straw man scared away the crows."

At this point, the atmosphere of the chorus changed again, from high to low.

"Oooh, ooh, sell the goats to buy iron-clad wooden sticks."

"Aww, aww, you have to offer a rooster to invite the knight's servants."

"Oohoo, ooh, save the black beans to get a newborn kitten."

"Aww, aww, the straw man stood in the ground with his eyes glowing red."

After the song was finished, the drivers in the caravan laughed, slapped their thighs with their free hand, and cheered loudly.

Jamra shouted loudly: "Okay, okay, I have to admit that the men in Wumihu Village sing pretty well."

Mr. Wolf replied: "It's good in the first place, but you don't need to admit it. Every man who grew up in our village is a hot commodity among girls in the villages in the county."

Jamra teased: "It's quite popular. In recent years, the young people in your village have gone to other villages to seek a living."

Before Mr. Wolf could refute, Jamra said loudly to his caravan drivers: "Let's sing a song too. We can't let people underestimate the Chamber of Commerce. Let's sing a song of our caravan!"

The caravan drivers laughed and agreed. James raised his head, and the drivers sang along. James' rich voice was deliberately lowered and raised to simulate the voice of a young man, because this song

The song is a song that praises brave young people who join the chamber of commerce and travel all over the world.

Revised on July 14, 2021.
Chapter completed!