Traveling upstream along the endless Columbia River, Mao Xingjian and his entourage walked for more than two days in the dense primeval forest.

Standing on the nameless mountain range covered with clouds and looking down, holding a wet telescope, at that moment, Mao Xingjian was moved and wanted to cry.

By this time, the rushing Columbia River had gone away, replaced by a meandering and slender river, on both sides of the river, the fertile plains stretched as far as the eye could see, and under the thin layer of snow, dots of turquoise had emerged, and large herds of bison walked on the plains, bowing their heads and nibbling on the exposed grass.

The Snake River Plain, where Outpost No. 22 is located, has arrived!

Although compared to the central great plain after the Rocky Mountain, it is really a bit of a small feeling, but in terms of area, it has reached the point of being comparable to several major basin plains in Shanxi, and in terms of fertility, I am afraid that this is still above Shanxi, after all, it has been cultivated for two thousand years since the Jin State and Zhao State during the Spring and Autumn Period and the Warring States Period, and here, the primitive humus everywhere is not a joke.

Even Idaho, the American state of America, was famous for its large agricultural production area, rich in potatoes and peas.

What made Mao Xingjian, the prince, drool even more, were the cattle grazing on the Snake River Plain, the big cows could provide skin and meat, and the calves were brought back to be domesticated.

It's just that what Mao Xingjian didn't pay attention to was that Song Yongzhong, who was standing behind him and was more than three meters high on the No. 22 outpost made of cement and stones, was also looking down with a telescope, but his eyes couldn't help but show a solemn look, and his gaze also fell on the bison herd grazing leisurely.

hurriedly got off the tower, looking at Mao Xingjian's gaze, Song Yongzhong couldn't help but hug his fist again behind his back: "Prince, you also saw the No. 22 outpost, otherwise, let's go back to the Gem Sea?" ”

"Cheng, let's go back to the Gem Sea!"

As soon as the telescope was thrown, Mao Xingjian replied happily, turned around, and turned over and rode on his big black horse, looking at this scene, Song Yongzhong had a bitter look on his face, and habitually hugged his fist sadly: "Prince, your golden body, it's too dangerous here...., ah?" This is going back? ”

On the same side, he didn't know how many times he had been persuaded, but the prince was just like a donkey, and this time he didn't have much hope, Mao Xingjian agreed so happily that he didn't react for a while.

"Could it be that this is the heart that dies as soon as you arrive in the Yellow River?"

The emperor muttered kung fu, Mao Xingjian had already ridden down the mountain road for some distance, and Song Yongzhong, who was watching, hurriedly slapped his thigh again, and then ran down wildly.

"Escort the prince back to the city !!"

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When I came, I walked for a total of three and a half days, and when I went back, I walked for more than nine days, and it was really a woman's face, the sky in the mountains, coming back from the Snake River Plain, when I just walked to the edge of the Blue Mountain, a sudden snowstorm suddenly trapped the expedition team, and thanks to Song Yongzhong, an explorer of the old continent, he took the team up the mountain, found a bear cave, and killed the hibernating female bear inside, and hid for more than three days, which escaped the danger.

And when passing by the big volcano, Mao Xingjian also insisted on approaching the crater, inspected it from a distance, and grabbed a handful of thick volcanic ash in his hand, and the prince couldn't help but nod heavily.

In early December, the prince's expedition finally returned to the town of Jewel Sea, and at this time, the Black Pearl, which was staggering north, stood in front of the thick shallow ice of Jewel Sea again.

Half a month of field life, the image of Mao Xingjian scholar is still quite damaged, his hair is messy, the skin on his face begins to become rough, and on his mouth, a layer of black, dense beard stubble appears. Going out is the happiest thing he called, and he couldn't stand it, so when he returned to the town, the prince was already itching and yelling to take a bath, and he directly confiscated the garrison's bathroom.

On the mud-filled stove, the charcoal-burned iron kettle whined outward, made of pure natural oak, a nail was useless, and in the large bathtub with an iron hoop that did not leak, Mao Xingjian had long hair and was comfortably soaked in hot water, and at the other end, his face was smeared black, and Han Xiaomo was sadly holding a big fan and burning the fire.

"The water is going to be cold, okay no!"

"Alright, alright!"

In the impatient urging, Han Xiaomo sadly carried a big kettle, swayed to the edge of the bathtub, and the little brain melon flicked to the left, she closed her eyes and bit her lip and poured it in, but she didn't pour it twice, and a stream of hot water sprayed her.

"Did you add water like that? It's so hot that it's lonely! ”

Oops staggered back, Han Xiaomo shouted angrily: "I'm not your servant, why should I help you boil the bath water!" ”

"It's not what you said, Aunt Changping asked you to serve Lonely! Oh, Lone is the dragon, the heir of the world, how many women line up to rush to serve Lonely, there is no chance! ”

Leaning on the towel again, squinting his eyes comfortably, the prince continued to muttered arrogantly: "It's your honor to give you this opportunity!" ”

"Don't pour water !! yet"

What kind of royal power and wealth, it really has no deterrent power for Han Xiaomo, but when it comes to Changping, this girl has no electricity, full of sadness, she swayed and carried the kettle to the front of the bathtub, glanced at it hurriedly, and then skipped the little brain melon like an electric shock, chose a place farther away from Mao Xingjian, and poured hot water into it.

After pouring a pot of water, this girl was like being pardoned, carrying the empty pot and turning around and wanting to run, who knows that she didn't run two steps, and suddenly a corn cob was thrown out of the kettle and smashed heavily at her feet.

"Rub Lone's Back!"

"What?"

This time, not only was a pair of eyes wide, but Han Xiaomo's small mouth also opened into an O-shape, turned her head angrily, and shouted, "You! You! You! You even asked me to help you take a bath, you, you want to be ashamed! ”

"A bold and savage woman, she dares to say that she is lonely and shameless! If Aunt Changping hadn't recommended you to come, Lone would have pushed you out to fight a hundred boards, so don't come over quickly! ”

also knows where this girl's weakness is, the prince who inherited Mao Jue's mastery of picking up the girl was lying comfortably on the edge of the bucket, and hummed coldly, this Changping bit extraordinarily hard, and Han Xiaomo once again sadly pulled her little face long, but she picked up the bud on the ground and muttered angrily.

"Rub! Rub you to death!! ”

In the sound of banging, is there 2 Mao Xingjian's various critical scoldings.

"Important! You haven't eaten? ”

"Lightly! Are you going to pluck out the skin of the lonely? ”

"Halfway, where are you going?"

Almost didn't break his belly, and with a hysterical stamping of his feet, Han Xiaomo was about to throw the corn cob to the ground, who knew this kung fu, Mao Xingjian actually turned around in an uproar, and in an instant, this girl's big eyes widened again.

"What do you think? I can't come over to rub my legs!! ”

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After this wash, Mao Xingjian finally recovered the image of a cold scholar who looked like a dog, with long hair and a cape that made women jealous, a Confucian robe of the Wei and Jin Dynasties, and a fur cloak of the same style as Su Changmei of Zhejiang Satellite TV.

can come out of the bathroom, but Han Xiaomo is like a shrimp fished out of the pot, her little face is red to the base of her neck, and she is wet, as soon as she goes out, she turns around and runs.

didn't care about her, he was steamed, facing the cold wind in the yard, Mao Xingjian stretched his waist comfortably, and just wanted to go upstairs with a full style, and then studied Song Yongzhong's New World Expedition Notes, just this kung fu, his Donggong butler Nangong Bingwen hurriedly walked into the courtyard and hugged Mao Xingjian heavily.

"Your Highness, Han Jinnong, a big merchant in the town, asks to see you!"

Shinong Industry and Commerce! Mao Xingjian, who has been a Confucian since elementary school, obviously does not want to see businessmen, listening to this title, Mao Xingjian's brows are wrinkled like a Sichuan character, and after a while, he waved his hand in disgust.

"After freshening up, it's time to find someone's awkwardness, let him come to the dining room to see Lonely!"

"Your subordinates obey!"

Sent away Nangong Bingwen, taking Ruan Jibu, Mao Xingjian wandered into the dining room leisurely, sat down in front of the table where he was eating, and after a while, one was wearing a green brocade robe, embroidered with vulgar gold ingots, and two slender mouse whiskers on his fat face, and he almost didn't write behind his back that I was a profiteer The fat middle-aged man laughed like a ball, squeezed in, and only took two steps, this guy was like a rice cake, and he was stuck on the ground with a click.

"Villain Han Jinnong, knock to see the prince Chitose Chitose!"

"The prince came from afar, the villain has no long things, so he specially presented a box of red gold, and I hope His Royal Highness will accept it with a smile!"

As he spoke, a heavy box was placed in front of his fat melon skin hat.

The old guy smiled like honey, but a horse slapped on the horse's leg, looking at the box, the first thing Mao Xingjian remembered was the indifferent eyes of the maple Hou Mabao and the box of dazzling gold given to him! Mao Xingjian, who was watching, almost kicked it over.

The prince is not happy, others naturally can't be happy, arrogantly holding his head high, Mao Xingjian's tone was gloomy, and he hummed with a bit of evil spirit: "Lone heard that someone plans to deceive the imperial court title, go to the New World, and make no achievements, after deceiving the imperial court to be knighted, he plans to abandon the territory of the Ming Dynasty and return to China to be a prestige, Lone hates this kind of behavior, so he folds his son to his father, and those who dare to abandon the land should be robbed of their homes and abandon the world!" Han Dashang, what do you think of Lone's suggestion? ”

How is it? Han Jinnong almost stopped crying! He is now spending his family wealth in this hopeless sea of gems, the only thing to do is to hold on for three years, the court can seal him an uncle, and then go back to the glory of the ancestors, Mao Xingjian's hand is equivalent to cutting off his life, and he hurriedly knelt on the ground.

"The prince has mercy! The prince is merciful!! ”

If he hadn't been able to use him, Mao Xingjian really didn't want to take care of him, his face was full of disgust, and when Han Jinnong swelled his head, Mao Xingjian lazily waved his slap and said in a commanding tone.

"There is one thing that needs to be done by you!"