Parents are busy farming

Also located in the northern region, the people here suffered from severe drought and almost no crops were harvested.

Therefore, the post station could only survive by relying on regular supplies from the court.

Faced with this situation, everyone felt helpless and sad.

But no matter what, life must go on, and they must find ways to overcome the difficulties before them and keep moving forward with determination.

Fortunately, the imperial court was behind the post station and no one dared to attack it, otherwise the food would have disappeared without a trace just like the gold and silver treasures that were stolen.

Nowadays, no one dares to carry a large amount of valuables on the road, otherwise they are likely to be robbed.

The further north you go, the more serious the situation becomes.

An hour later, Ye Zifen came before the Dali Temple Minister and asked softly, "Sir, should we continue on our way?"

Seeing the hesitation on the face of the Dali Temple Minister, Di Hu wanted to discuss it with her. Before the other party could speak, she hurriedly said, "After all, after this period of rest, everyone has recovered. The emperor asked us to get to the border as soon as possible."

Ye Zifen was extremely anxious. If there had not been a sudden bad weather last night, she would not have chosen to slow down.

She had just gone out to check and found that the weather was still sunny and bright, so she immediately made up her mind that as long as there was enough light, she must speed up her journey as much as possible.

The Dali Temple Minister was very surprised by her urgent attitude. He had originally thought of staying at the post station for one more day and setting off again tomorrow morning.

But at this moment, facing the determined and urgent eyes of the little girl in front of him, he couldn't even say the words to ask everyone to take a break.

However, how could Ye Zifen not guess what the Dali Temple Minister was thinking?

Her eyes were as sharp as torches, and she stared at the other person intently, as if telling him: If he dared to say even a word of "no", then there would surely be even more unpleasant words waiting for him next.

In the end, the Dali Temple Minister was defeated and could only nod silently and said: "Okay, then pack your bags and prepare to leave immediately!"

After getting a satisfactory answer, Ye Zifen quickly turned around and walked out the door without hesitation.

In fact, she didn't have much to sort out because they were always tied to the horse's back and never taken off.

At this moment, all she had to do was pick up the food provided by the post station and her own water bag.

After seeing Ye Zifen leave, the Dali Temple Minister in the room took a deep breath, then turned around and said to the people behind him: "Hurry up and pack your luggage! At the same time, ask the post station to prepare more clothes, cloth and other items... or bring two more quilts, just in case we encounter bad weather again."

Those people had been silent ever since Ye Zifen came over, and only after Ye Zifen left did they accept the fact that they could no longer rest.

At this time, they heard the instructions from their masters and suddenly woke up from their dream.

We quickly divided the work and prepared things.

The Dali Temple Minister took advantage of this opportunity to quickly eat a few more mouthfuls of the relatively normal meal.

Ye Zifen stood quietly at the door of the post station waiting for them. Half an incense stick of time passed in a flash, and several people hurriedly walked out of the post station.

Ye Zifen looked closely at the bags they were carrying and found that they had obviously become much larger. She could roughly guess what was inside them, but she didn't think there was anything wrong with it.

After all, every failure makes one wiser, so it is better for them to act this way than for those ignorant people.

After they set off, they remained silent, galloping all the way, their horses' hooves raising clouds of dust.

Ye Zifen seemed to be accustomed to taking the lead and didn't care about the rules at all.

While waiting outside, she had carefully studied the map provided by the post station and had a clear idea of ​​the next itinerary.

The Dali Temple Minister behind him was not angry because Ye Zifen ran to the front. Instead, he noticed many details about the little girl and became quite anxious.

He understood how she felt, so he tried to remain quiet.

As it got darker, Ye Zifen's behavior became strange.

She was as light as a butterfly, with one foot hooked on the stirrup, but her whole body fell down. She picked up a few branches from the ground with her hands like a gust of wind and jumped onto the horse's back like a flying swallow.

During this process, the horse ran as fast as an arrow.

The people behind her looked at her in surprise as she kept jumping up and down, thinking she was performing some special skills.

Even so, she still left the others far behind.

It was not until night fell that Ye Zifen found a sheltered mound to rest.

When the people behind saw her stop, they all dismounted.

Ye Zifen put the dry firewood she had just collected on the ground and quickly started a fire.

She looked at the boys with an indifferent expression and said stiffly, "You'd better go around and see if you can find more firewood. If there is any extra firewood, you can collect it so that we can be warmer tonight."

At this moment, they finally understood why she was jumping up and down just now. It turned out that she was looking for firewood.

At first, they did not think there was any need for this and thought they could just look for some firewood when they rested.

However, when they actually started looking for firewood, they were surprised to find that things were not that simple.

I don’t know if this place was also hit by strong winds last night, and firewood became extremely difficult to find.

It took several people nearly an hour, and each of them only brought back a small handful in the end.

It was not that they were unwilling to search hard, but it was too dark and they had to go very far to find the firewood.

As they still had to travel the next day, they had to conserve their energy, so they had to return in disappointment, covered in dust.

Ye Zifen looked at the insignificant amount of firewood they brought back without showing any anger.

He simply explained: "You don't have many opportunities to go out, so it's understandable that you lack experience in this situation. There's no strong wind tonight, and the firewood we have should be able to last until tomorrow morning."

Just as they breathed a sigh of relief, Ye Zifen said, "I just hope that next time when I do something that confuses you, you won't look at me with such contempt."

After Ye Zifen finished speaking, the faces of the servants turned red, like ripe apples.

It turned out that the Dali Temple Minister had been running in front of them and did not notice the changes in expressions on the faces of the people behind him.

However, Ye Zifen inadvertently caught a glimpse of their expressions when she dismounted from her horse.

After hearing Ye Zifen's words, the Dali Temple Minister glanced coldly at his own Xiao Si, but did not say anything.