When the sun rose and one person was high, Yan Yi and his friends took a small basket of about ten kilograms of fresh peaches given by the inn owner. They sat in a big cart of cows and left Taohua Town swayingly.

Yan Yi took a bite of the crispy and sweet fresh peach, glanced at it and leaned against each other, Song's fifth little boy who looked so tired.

The journey of getting up early and resting for six consecutive days is certain that even if you just sit in a very comfortable car without walking with your legs, it is certain that you are physically and mentally exhausted for Wuxiao.

However, Yan Yi believed that the fatigue level was definitely not as good as they are now.

He noticed that Xiaosan, Xiaoliu and Xiaoqi were secretly aiming at the senior sister.

Obviously, they were frightened by their senior sister's strict teaching these days and became disgusted with learning.

Yan Yi stuffed the half-eat peaches to Hongyun who was sleeping on his legs and chuckled, "You need to learn Zhang Youchi. I have been studying for six days, so I will take a day off today."

"Well, from now on, whether it is studying or working, you will have one day off every six days."

Yan Yi thought he would hear cheers, but he saw five little guys all turning their eyes to his senior sister.

Yan Yi was depressed.

It has only been a few days since the power fell a little quickly.

Feiyun said lightly: "A kind father often defeats his son, and a strict teacher produces a good disciple. I could only rest when I was injured and sick."

Yan Yi laughed and said, "We worked so hard, isn't the purpose of letting future generations live a better life?"

"If future generations work harder than us, then what is the meaning of our hard work?"

Feiyun was stunned and retorted: "No matter how hard he worked, he would be better than losing his life!"

Yan Yi was unwilling to argue with his senior sister who was seriously brainwashed. He waved his hand and said domineeringly: "I have the final say in this matter. I'll take a break today and I'll decide that."

Feiyun bit his lips lightly and snorted softly: "You are the master, so of course you have the final say."

"Then let's take a break today."

As soon as Feiyun finished speaking, the five little guys seemed to be watered and seemed to become fresh.

Xiaoqi even crawled over and hugged Yan Yi's legs.

"Big pot, Monkey King, Bull Demon King!"

Yan Yi smiled, picked up Xiaoqi and put it on his lap, and said, "Okay, the Monkey King fights the Bull Demon King."

"That day..."

Feiyun has a lot of objection to Yan Yi being so spoiled by his child.

But in order to maintain Yan Yi's majesty, she could only obey, but did not want to pay attention to him anymore.

However, the story of the Monkey King told by Yan Yi is really wonderful and attractive.

Feiyun also listened without realizing it...

In the afternoon, Yan Yi and his men who had been rushing to the road encountered a rain that was coming at the right time.

The rain was heavy, the wind was strong, and the thunder was shaking. Hulk had to drive the cart into the woods on the roadside to temporarily avoid the rain.

In the woods, the big cart that could not stop was installed, and the baffles of the left and right and back windows had been installed, but the front was open.

Song Yi and his younger brothers and sisters surrounded each other and squeezed behind the somewhat dim carriage.

Although the sound of raindrops hitting the car body and the thunder that exploded from time to time made the younger brother and sister tremble from time to time, Song Yi always felt very at ease when he saw Yan Yi's tall and straight back blocking in front.

She reached out to hug her younger brother and sister, and Sister Yang's voice came from her ears.

"Which book did you read the story of Monkey King's strangeness?"

Song Yi heard Brother Xu chuckling and replied: "Although I have read too many various idle books since I was a child, I still have too much boring and idle time."

"I think of moving very quietly. Although my body does not allow me to move around, my imagination is infinite."

"If I say that the story of the Monkey King was made up by my own random thoughts, do you believe it?"

Feiyun nodded softly and said with some distress: "I believe it, I believe it!"

"Everyone has a heroic dream in his heart, so how could you not have it?"

"I guess this Monkey King who fights the sky and the earth is actually the one you fantasized about, right?"

Yan Yi smiled and did not respond clearly, which was a vague agreement with her senior sister's logical guess.

At this time, Hulk, who was sitting in the front and back of the car, heard some movement and couldn't help but look.

I saw heavy rain pouring, and on the dirt road a few meters away from the woods, I saw seven or eight riders running past and heading towards Da'an City.

Hulk didn't care and retracted his body. But in a short while, his hair was wet with the rain.

"This rain is so heavy!"

Hulk sighed, turned around and touched a peach from the frame not far away, and took a big bite.

While eating peaches, he said casually: "From Sifang Town to this place, there are large areas of woods along the way."

"If all grass is planted, it should be enough for all of our Red River people to grazle cattle, sheep and horses."

Feiyun snorted: "This is the land of our Central Plains people. How could you Honghe people plant grass and grazing!"

Hulk wanted to refute, but considering that the other party was merciless, the most important thing was that he could not beat him at all, so he started eating peaches.

Yan Yi also talked about it and asked, "Hey, Hulk, your Red River tribe should be one of the top major tribes on the grassland, right?"

"You are significantly different from those of other grassland tribes in appearance and will probably be treated with considerable discrimination."

"Didn't you Honghe people think of setting up your own door and breaking away from the Khan's rule?"

Hulk was silent for a moment and said, "Actually, Khan has been preventing our Red River Tribe from becoming stronger."

"Last year in the war with Da Yan, our Red River Warriors took on the most difficult task to prevent Da Yan's army from breaking through."

Hulk said in a deep voice: "In that battle, nearly half of our warriors died in battle."

"The commander of our clan who had the hope of breaking through the realm of heaven also died under the gun of the King of Zhenbei in the duel not long afterwards."

Yan Yi said oh, saying, "Khan is obviously using the Da Yan army to weaken the strength of you Honghe people."

"Don't you see this?"

"Why did you fight to the death and fight so hard?"

Hulk smiled bitterly and said, "I can see Khan's defense and suppression of our Red River people. The patriarch and the commander must also know it in their hearts."

"Maybe, they have the difficulties they have to do."

When Yan Yi heard Hulk say this, he knew that his level and status in the tribe were really low, and he did not involve the tribe decision-making level and was unclear about many things.

He suddenly had a doubt and asked: "Hulk, with your age and cultivation, why didn't you participate in last year's war?"

Hulk breathed lightly and said, "The tribe arranged for us to stay and be responsible for camp safety."

He also explained: "There are also Yuan beasts that are damaging everywhere on the grassland, horse bandits who are robbing, unfriendly tribes, etc.."

"A sufficient number of warriors must be left to protect the camps, pastures, horses, sheep and cattle, and children, women and elderly people that we have lived for generations..."

They chatted about the Honghe people casually, and before they knew it, a stick of incense passed.

The rain stopped and the sun came out.

Yan Yi and his friends rode a panniu cart, left the woods and set off for a rush.

Heavy rain makes the dirt road muddy.

Fortunately, Pan Niu is strong enough, and they sit on the cart, which is also a light load for Pan Niu.

The dirt road that became difficult to walk due to heavy rain did not affect the speed of the cows.

Originally, the speed of pulling a cart was slow enough.

The more bumpy cart of Pan Niu had to stop after walking slowly for nearly an hour.

They were stopped by the fully armed seven horsemen.

Yan Yi held a spear and stood in the position of the driver of the carriage, confronting the seven cavalry.

Feiyun and Hulk got off the cart with weapons and guarded both sides of the cart.

Yan Yi looked at the seven people blocking the road.

Their images were a little embarrassed, their bodies were covered with mud and their hair was messy, obviously they had experienced the baptism of the previous heavy rain.

Yan Yi knew two of these seven people, Mei Lan, the owner of Taohua Town Dache Inn and Lao Ding, the accountant.

Among these seven people, the image is good and the clothes look quite noble. They are a rich old man who looks about forty or fifty years old and has a sparse beard.

Although he released the momentum and pressure of a warrior in the realm of the earth, his too white face, prominent dark circles, and swollen eyelids did not care about Yan Yi.

Yan Yi was more concerned about the other four people.

The standard leather armor worn by these four people represents their official identity and the soldiers responsible for local security.

One of them had a slightly higher outfit. Yan Yi inferred that he should be the guardian here.

Yan Yi blinked his eyes, used the eye-catching technique that had been practicing for several days, and looked over one by one.

The inn owner’s wife, the third stage of the human realm.
To be continued...