That's right, Zhao Douan brought the two people out again this time, besides them, there were still...
"Young Master, go to the river to wash up, you can eat soon." In the distance, Zhang Han, who was directing the Jinyi to act, walked over with a poker face, without a smile, carrying a heavy water jug.
Zhao Douan glanced at his wet hair, the almost frozen water on his face, and the Jinyi who had begun to light firewood to cook, smiled and nodded: "Thank you for your hard work. Just call me by my name."
"Alright, Junior Guardian Zhao." Zhang Han nodded calmly.
...
A moment later.
Smoke rose in streams from the camp, and when Zhao Douan returned from washing by the river, everyone had already started eating.
Campsite dining was challenging, boiling water to heat some leftover dishes and pancakes.
Fortunately, the group was disguised as a merchant caravan, carrying many goods openly, making it convenient for both man and horse.
"Let's have a meeting."
