Chapter 113 Five pounds of crayfish
"Master, look..."
Unexpectedly, they would actually save their caravan before they met in Qingzhou.
Baijiapu caravan?
Never heard of it before.
However, those who dare to fight against the barbarians and whose weapons are not bad must be caravans who often travel between the north and the south.
"Yang Song, are you hungry?" Lu Xiaohao licked his dry lips.
Yang Song was stunned for a moment, looked at his master who was a head shorter than him, touched his belly, and nodded in shame.
"A little."
Actually, it's not that bad. He was half hungry and half full all the way. Although he could occasionally hunt some pheasants and hares, these were all meat, not food.
What's more, after the winter comes, these pheasants and hares also hide, and it often takes a long time to find one.
So even though they heard that there was an insect infestation in Qingzhou, they still came here because they were too hungry to continue on their way.
Lu Xiaohao: "Then let's go pick up bugs."
"Ah?" Yang Song was slightly startled, and anger and shame quickly flashed across his face.
Even if the master was not favored before, he still had servants and good food and clothing, but now he has been reduced to picking up bugs. It is simply...
"We have to find a sack. When we came to Qingzhou before, I saw a pool of water far away from the trail. There must be many there, which should be enough for us to exchange for a few kilograms of food..."
As Lu Xiaohao said, he couldn't help but look up when he didn't hear Yang Song's voice.
"Yang Song?"
"Ah, Master."
"What are you thinking about?"
The corners of Yang Song's mouth turned down, and guilt and humiliation flashed in his eyes: "I am thinking that the Lord will humiliate me and die."
The corner of Lu Xiaohao's mouth twitched: "How many times have I said it, but now it's like this, it's only right to survive and survive the hunger first."
Thinking so much will not make your stomach full.
"Yes, Lord, Young Master."
Knowing Yang Song's temperament, Lu Xiaohao didn't force him to change his words, and just said: "Let's go, let's find something that can hold bugs."
"Master, ahem, sir, it's crayfish."
"Yes, crayfish."
Although Qingzhou is a capital city, it is not without its poor families. Moreover, there are still people who are fleeing passing by. Where can there be some unwanted bamboo baskets and large sacks?
After searching for a long time, I either found a broken half-sack that couldn't hold five kilograms of crayfish, or a bamboo basket that had leaked to the bottom and couldn't be used at all.
Even so, Yang Song was reluctant to let go with these two things in mind: "Master, otherwise..."
Before he finished speaking, Lu Xiaohao walked towards the shed and stopped someone.
"Uncle, we just fled to Qingzhou, and we want to exchange for some food, but we have nothing to carry crayfish. Can you lend us two sacks? We can rent five kilograms of crayfish." He was stopped. The person in question was Bai Dashan. He looked at the two people who were in ragged clothes. The cuffs were so black that the color of the clothes could not be seen. He took a few steps back slightly and sighed inwardly, what a world.
When he noticed that Bai Dashan had taken a few steps back, a flash of embarrassment flashed across Lu Xiaohao's face. At the same time, he was also a little proud. I am afraid that those people would never have imagined that he was like this.
Just when Lu Xiaohao thought Bai Dashan would be disgusted and refuse, he agreed.
"Okay." Bai Dashan asked: "What about the rent?"
"This..." Lu Xiaohao was speechless for a moment. He hadn't picked it up yet. Let alone five kilograms, there wasn't even one.
Yang Song stood aside and said quickly: "We haven't picked it up yet. When we pick it up and exchange it for food, why don't you guys deduct five kilograms of crayfish?"
Bai Dashan looked at Yang Song and then at Lu Xiaohao. Inexplicably, he felt that the two people looked familiar, but he didn't think much about it. People who fled were probably hungry and thin.
"Okay." A sack only cost six cents. Looking at the two of them, they looked like they were just picking up crayfish to exchange for food. They were not afraid that they would roll up the sack and run away.
After calling someone to bring a large sack, Bai Dashan did not forget to warn: "Don't even think about buying the sack from our Baijiapu caravan."
After saying that, he didn't care about the reaction of the two people and went straight to work.
"This will work." Yang Song looked surprised. The people from the Baijiabao caravan were a little too arrogant.
But soon, Yang Song remembered that when he went out with his master before, the reward was eighty taels. Without blinking an eye, a broken sack was nothing.
Thinking of this, Yang Song really wanted to give his former self a few punches. If he had kept the money, would he let his master starve now?
"Let's go, we have to hurry." Lu Xiaohao didn't know Yang Song's annoyance. He was now worried that if the pool was discovered late, he would have to go somewhere else.
The two of them came to the water pool and looked at the crowded crayfish. They smiled and rolled up their sleeves and opened the big sack when they were about to pick it up. Only then did they understand why Bai Dashan was so generous and gave it to him as soon as he said he would.
On the sack in Baijiabao, I don’t know what was used to paint a big word ‘白’ on the body of the sack. There is also a smiley face in the lower right corner of the white word.
With such an obvious sign, as long as someone walks through the market with a sack from their caravan, they will be recognized immediately by the people from the Baijiabao caravan, right? !
In fact, it's not just that. In Baitao's words, in ancient times, news lagged behind, so this was also a way of advertising.
As long as the advertisement is done well and leaves a deep impression on people, they will subconsciously choose the familiar caravan they have heard of in the future. This is the effect of advertising.
From now on, people only need to see this white letter with a smile on it, and they will immediately know that it is something from the Baijiabao Caravan. It is hard not to think deeply about it.
Lu Xiaohao and Yang Song had not had a full meal for several days. They were confident enough to pick up two large sacks, but they almost couldn't carry them after each picked up half a sack. Moved.
He was carrying the sack again but almost fell to the ground because he had no strength. Lu Xiaohao could only sit next to him, breathing heavily: "Huh, huhu, pick these up first, uh, go get some food first, and then come back. .”
He looked at the crayfish waving his claws arrogantly by the pool with a look of pity on his face. If he and Yang Song hadn't been too weak, it would have been better for him and Yang Song to carry a sack each.
Yang Song: "Yes, Master."
His gray-black face was full of shame. If he hadn't been so hungry, he would have been able to carry a large bag of crayfish without his master doing anything.
The two struggled to carry half a sack of crayfish toward the city gate, trembling with hunger, walking for a while, and resting for a while.
At this time, the sound of horse hooves came from behind. The two of them shook slightly and quickly moved to the side of the road. Soon, several people on horseback whizzed past the two of them.
I saw two little kids struggling to carry the sacks. One of them even maliciously swung his horsewhip and whipped Lu Xiaohao away. He rolled to the side of the road with the sack and he couldn't get up for a long time.
Yang Song's eyes turned red instantly.
(End of chapter)