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    The clouds reflected the setting sun, and the sky was flushed red like intoxication. Before twilight completely enveloped the land, the group finally arrived at the post.

    Stagecoach pawns and stage ministers in the post station saw bald Li with so many people, their hearts were all happy, come to live and get rich again.

    “Old Li, haven’t seen you for some days, is this escorting exiled prisoners again?” The stage minister rubbed his rounded stomach, his eyes constantly scanning the crowd.

    “Prepare some food for the brothers, heck they didn’t even get a good night’s rest last night out in the open. Feed the horses some good grass. As for the prisoners, just give them something to eat.”

    Bald Li said with his mouth but rolled his eyes in his heart, this dead fat man, on the basis that he is a distant cousin of the Empress mixed up a post minister’s errand. Every time, they have to scrape a lot of money from the prisoners, causing them all to lose a lot of oil and water.

    In the way of his identity as a distant relative of the Empress, the officials who came to land here were all outraged, and he had long been dissatisfied with this dead fat man.

    “This is not for you to say, Old Li, it’s all ready for you. Hey? Aren’t the three horses over there yours?” The fat stagehand’s line of sight fell on Lan Luoluo’s three wild horses.

    “Those three ah, those are theirs.” Bald Li pointed at the Blue Lolo girls.

    The fat stage manager took a look at the clothes on Lan Luoluo and the girls, then looked at the horses, and a greed rose in his eyes.

    Bravo! Wonderful!

    Horses for exiled prisoners, isn’t this specially for them? The post master decided to wait for the dead of night to steal the horses, these three horses look like good goods, they can be sold for quite a lot of silver.

    Bald Lee knew what Stagecoach was up to just by watching his little eye roll, but he just wouldn’t warn!

    Displeased with this fat man for a long time, dared to hit the idea of these three horses, then wait to be repaired by Lan Luo Luo! At night, he’s kind of looking forward to it!

    “You, you, men and women are separated, men on this side, women on that side. I’ll tell you that the things in the rooms will be doubly compensated if they’re damaged, so all watch your hands carefully.” The postman was already shouting for people to start arranging places to stay.

    Lan Luoluo followed to the door, only to see that inside was a large bunk that could accommodate seventy to eighty people, on top of which was placed a bunk that could not see the color and was a bit moldy.

    A damp, stinky odor that could lift one’s ceiling.

    Yue ……

    Lan Luoluo hurriedly covered her mouth and nose while pulling back Shen Wanjing who was about to stretch her head to look. “Don’t look, be careful of poisoning. The smell inside is too big, we’re not sleeping here.”

    Lan Luoluo went straight to the stage manager, “Are there any other rooms? It’s fine to just house our family of a dozen or so.”

    This stage manager’s thieving eyes are not a good person at first glance, she does not feel comfortable letting the family live separately, it is safer to live together.

    The post master impatiently just wanted to curse, looked up to see that it was the owner of those three horses, and immediately changed his face. “Yes, there is also a smaller one over there that can sleep twenty people in a bunk. But well ……”

    The stage minister rubbed a few fingers, the meaning couldn’t be more obvious, give the silver to hurry to give the silver. Hahaha, silver he wants to earn horses he also wants!

    “It’ll be that one.” Lan Luoluo fished out a dime of silver from her sleeve and placed it on the table. “Take care of those three horses and lead the way!”

    The stage manager had the horses in mind, so he didn’t care about Lan Luoluo’s somewhat arrogant attitude. If it were any other prisoner, they would have been beaten up and thrown into the yard.

    Blue Lolo followed the stagehand to the little pass-through place, which was much smaller, but not at all less flavorful.

    “This is it, you guys take care not to damage anything inside.” The stagehand left after saying that.

    On the inside of the broken things is thrown to the street is estimated to beggars are going to dislike, not likely to touch them can be broken off the slag. Don’t damage, she is not rare to touch, okay?

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