"It's so similar."

Wei Lianhai murmured as if he was crazy. At this time, Mulan also came aside and opened her eyes wide when she saw the two vivid faces on the painting.

Gao Jin also looked at his paintings with satisfaction. Charcoal brushes are very suitable for drawing portraits. This portrait of Wei Lianhai and Mulan's father and daughter is not very detailed, but the portraits of facial features are all portrayed, so it looks very realistic.

After a long time, Wei Lianhai came to his senses and picked up the portrait of the father and daughter and said, "Erlang, can this painting be given to Uncle Wei?"

"Uncle Wei likes it, just take it."

Seeing her adoptive father taking the painting, Mulan seemed a little disappointed, and she also liked the painting very much.

"Uncle Wei, how do you think I'm drawing?"

Seeing Wei Lianhai carefully rolling up the parchment paper and put it away, Gao Jin asked with a smile. Wei Lianhai was in charge of the goods in the caravan and wanted to use the paper, he could only take it from him.

"It's well drawn, it's really like it!" Wei Lianhai stared at Gao Jin. Gao Jin has given him too many surprises recently.

"Uncle Wei, how about you if I draw a map of our business trip?"

"map."

Wei Lianhai looked at the confident Gao Jin and thought of the caravan map, and knew what Gao Jin was thinking about.

For Wei Lianhai, if he could have a detailed and accurate map, it would be a great thing for the caravan, but the map is rare these days, and it was the map in the caravan, which was created by Gao Chong from the army back then.

Gao Jin put away the charcoal pen and followed Wei Lianhai to the tent where valuable goods were placed. He did not draw a map on a whim, but had this idea long ago. He had observed along the way that when the caravan was moving forward, he encountered sandstorms several times to seek the valleys and hills to hide, and then searched for the road again. It would take some effort.

Wei Lianhai took out a roll of parchment and threw it to Gao Jin. A realistic and detailed map was placed in the wall. It was a good thing with no market value. He believed that Gao Jin would not joke about such things.

The parchment prepared in the caravan was about one foot in size. If you were to draw a map, one would definitely not be enough. Gao Jin thought about it and finally got ten. In addition, he and Wei Lianhai got the map in the caravan.

"It doesn't matter if you take this map, but you can't take it away."

"Don't worry, Uncle Wei, I'll give you back after I finish copying."

Although the map given by Wei Lianhai seemed too simple to Gao Jin, it can still be used as a reference for directions. After taking the charcoal pen, Gao Jin quickly copied the map.

In the middle of the night, Gao Chong took his men back to the camp. There was still a truck of salt mines. After transporting them back, they covered them tightly with a tart cloth.

Gao Chong was not surprised to know from Wei Lianhai that Gao Jin was going to re-draw the map, "I asked him to draw it. If he couldn't draw it well, the parchment paper would be deducted from his example."

...

The next morning, the caravan got up early and without stopping, he left the camp of Aji's troops and set off for a journey.

After passing Maoshui Palm, the winding Cave River suddenly opened up, and the water became turbulent. Gao Jin looked at the straight and wide river surface in front of him, took out a charcoal pen and drew a map on the parchment paper.

Old Chen looked at Gao Jin with just a few strokes and drew the nearby terrain clearly. Even if it was not the first time I saw it, he was still amazed, "Erlang, you are amazing, if you were in the army before..."

"Uncle Chen was joking." Hearing Old Chen sighed, Gao Jin didn't take it seriously. Since Grandpa Qi went there, there has been no war in the Jiubian area for decades. There are no rules in the army. No matter how capable you are, you are not as good as having a good father.

No uncle in the caravan is good at all. He is not a good man than the elite servants in the master's family. However, he has no connections with others. He can only be a sabbatical in the army for a lifetime. He will be bullied by Shangguan and live a poor life.

"If there is no one above, what can I do if I have the ability? Isn't it just to make wedding dresses for others."

"Erlang, you can see through it." Old Chen smiled. When they were in the army, no one of them fought bravely, but how much credit could they get in the end? It wasn't that the Shangguans were greedy and wanted to make a name for themselves. If they wanted to make a name for themselves, they had to be dogs first, and they had to shake their tails and beg for mercy and be grateful.

Gao Jin quickly put away the easel and parchment paper. Due to tools, the map he drew was not very detailed, but compared to the map of this era, it was extremely accurate.

Going back on his horse, Gao Jin looked at the much clearer river channel, "Uncle Chen, after crossing the Kuye River, this place should be the Ulanmulun River, right?"

"Yes, walk forward for another two or three days and it will be the Golden Department of Python."

Old Chen nodded. There are 42 famous and surnamed tribes in Hetao Mongolia, all under the rule of 30,000 right-wing households. Now the most powerful among the 30,000 right-wing households is the Tumote tribe. The Python Jin tribe they are going to next is a large part of the Tumote tribe, with about 4,000 or 5,000 people.

Gao Jin knew that the python gold tribe was already considered a large tribe, with four or five thousand tribes, which meant that he could send about two thousand troops. He heard from his father that the weaker tribes of the Hetao Mongolian tribes were, the closer they were to the Guan Wall. The tribes outside the roadside on the east road of Shenmu Fort were mostly divided into two or three thousand tribes like the Aji tribe.

Tribes of the size of the Python Jin tribe are the backbone of Hetao Mongolia. The Tumote tribe is the head of the 30,000 right-wing households in Mongolia, but in fact, the tribes under its jurisdiction are more than ten thousand households. However, since the Mongols' power of the Northern Yuan Dynasty's Royal Khan's weakening, the rule of all tribes such as the Tumote tribe has been extremely loose.

"Uncle Chen, is this python golden tribe lively?"

"What's the fun? The Yingpan is bigger than the Aji tribe. If you really want to talk about it, the Guihua City is really lively."

Seeing Gao Jin packing his things, Old Chen turned over and said, "Erlang, go, go shoot the rabbit."

After Gao Jin got on the horse, he looked at Lao Chen who was running forward and also rode his horse to follow him. After leaving the wall, the banks of the Kuye River were still desolate, but the more you went north, it gradually became green. Now that we arrived at the Ulanmulun River, this is the upper stream of the Kuye River, and the river water was much clearer.

There are also many wetlands and grasslands on both sides of the river, and they are full of vitality. After passing Maoshui Palm, Gao Jin can often see yellow sheep appearing in nearby meadows on the road.

Gao Jin learned the art of shooting from Lao Chen. He was rushing in the caravan, so he naturally had no time to stop and practice. If he wanted to practice riding and shooting, he had to have a living target. The road ahead was desolate, and the purpose was to enter the yellow sand and wilderness. He could not see living things for a long time. Unlike now, marmots and hares rushed past the grass from time to time, and flying eagles dived and hunted in the sky.

When he returned to the caravan, he handed over the easel and parchment he carried to Mulan. Gao Chong and his entourage followed Lao Chen out for hunting. Although the caravan brought animals with him, they all had to take them back to the wall to exchange for money and could not be slaughtered at will. Therefore, the caravan had to eat meat, so it was still necessary to see if Gao Jin and the others could catch the prey.

Among the three followers, Wu Yan only brought bows and arrows, Ma Houzi and Li Sanze brought swords. They were also serious soldiers from Shoudun. Although they were average martial arts, they had practiced them all. During this period, they followed Gao Jin, worked hard and had enough food to eat. When they were free, they practiced sword techniques with Gao Jin, and their energy was much more than before.

Wu Yan held the bow and followed Gao Jin silently. He was originally famous for his good shooting skills in the army, but after seeing Gao Jin and Lao Chen's shooting skills, he knew what a real sharpshooter was.

In the meadow ahead, several marmots who looked dazed were squatting on the ground and gnawing on the grass, raising their heads from time to time to look at them. Old Chen looked at these marmots and smiled. These marmots looked fat, but they were very alert. Once they were frightened, they would go back to the cave, which was just for Gao Jin to practice.

"Wuyan, you can shoot first later. Erlang, you have to wait until Wu* to finish before you can draw the bow."

After looking at Old Chen, Gao Jin didn't say anything. He just held the bow in one hand and the arrow in the quiver in the other hand, adjusting his breathing on the horse's back. He stayed on the grassland while teaching in Inner Mongolia. Naturally, he knew how fast the marmots would get up after being frightened. Fortunately, the marmots were much bigger than the hares, so they wouldn't lose confidence.

Wu Yan pulled the horn bow in his hand and aimed at a marmot about fifty steps away. After the string was full, he stopped before letting go of the arrow feather. Almost at the moment when the tight bow string was released, Gao Jin picked up an arrow like lightning in his right hand, pushed the bow with his left hand, and shot the arrow out with only seven points.

From Wuyan's bow to Gao Jin's archery, after blinking a few times, Ma Monkey and Li San heard the buzzing sound in their ears. In the meadow ahead, two marmots rolled up, obviously all of them were arrowed.

Without Gao Jin's instructions, Mahouzi and Li San rode forward on horseback. Their riding skills were awkward, but they were still dope. Soon, they ran back happily with a marmot.

Wu Yan first looked at the marmot he shot, and his neck was penetrated, then looked at Gao Jin's other end. The arrow penetrated his legs, but it was not dead yet. He was held in his hand by the monkey and jumped around from time to time.

"not bad."

After Old Chen glanced at him, he said to Gao Jin. He had just seen clearly that the marmot that was targeted by Gao Jin turned around and ran away, and was nailed to the ground by Gao Jin's bow.

"Uncle Chen is still powerful!"

Gao Jin put down his bow and arrow, but instead rode his horse towards the meadow in front.

"Young Master, this..."

Ma Monkey looked at the marmot who was still jumping around in his hand, and didn't know what to say. Wu Yan and Li San were also confused. However, Old Chen laughed and said, "The eyesight is not bad."

Not long after, Gao Jin fell back and returned. When it was approaching, Wu Yan and the others saw clearly that Gao Jin was actually carrying a red-haired fox. Only then did the three of them understand what Gao Jin said meant.

"Uncle Chen, your fox."
Chapter completed!