The drum sounded, and it was time to set off.

Although they were extremely low-key, Mu Yi was here in person, and Emperor Wen of Jin watched them leave on the city tower, and the original low-key became more and more ostentatious.

Zhao Jin'er said goodbye to everyone one by one, and then she got on the carriage. The people in the city said goodbye. She had never seen this scene before.

Qin Muxiu was afraid that Zhao Jiner would not be able to bear the cushion on the carriage, so he laid several layers. As soon as Zhao Jiner sat down, she felt soft.

"My husband, what are you doing on the mat?"

Fortunately, the couple could ride in the same carriage together, otherwise Zhao Jiner would not know how boring it would be along the way, so she would feel much more at ease with Qin Muxiu accompanying her.

"I'm afraid I'll break you." Qin Muxiu said as he looked at Zhao Jin'er and sighed, "The scale of the carriage cannot be too large. I can only move my hands and feet on the mat to try to make you feel more comfortable."

"Don't you really treat me as a porcelain doll? Don't worry, I know what to do. Besides, I'm talking about your wife, I'm not a person who has never suffered."

Zhao Jin'er said angrily and glanced at Qin Muxiu.

"My wife ends hardships and feels sorry for her husband."

"I know, then I'll try to make myself more comfortable."

Zhao Jin'er said as she lay on the seat. The carriage must have been transformed by him. The seats of others were widened a little. If she lie down a little, it would not be a problem.

Zhao Jiner was afraid that she would not have time to cram when she arrived at the place, so she refused to waste her time and did not stop in the car. She kept reading medical books and made annotations next to the medicinal materials that might be used, so that she would not be able to find it when she was used.

However, although he made complete preparations, the carriage was really not a joke. After a day, Zhao Jiner just felt that she was about to fall apart.

"Madam?"

In the evening, Qin Muxiu saw that Zhao Jin'er was haggard and quickly spoke up and led the person out of the carriage. Fortunately, he was lucky to be lucky tonight and there was still a place to live.

Zhao Jin'er pretended to be fine and looked at Qin Muxiu, "I'm fine. You don't need to look at me like this. Let's follow in."

Seeing that they were about to fall behind, Zhao Jiner hurriedly pulled Qin Muxiu into the door.

Seeing their loving appearance, Mu Yi smiled, "Today we will rest here for a night, count the distance. We may not have such good luck tomorrow and will meet the village."

The group nodded and ate the dishes after serving them. Zhao Jiner was so frustrated that she had no appetite, but she thought that she had eaten more food after not having the last meal.

At night, Qin Muxiu thoughtfully soaked her feet with hot water, and Zhao Jin'er lay on the bed and let him fiddle with her.

After a while, he fell asleep. Qin Muxiu looked at her sleeping face, smiled docilely, covered her with a quilt, then went out to pour water, and came back to sleep gently.

Zhao Jiner slept very heavily this time and didn't even have a dream.

The next morning, Qin Muxiu ordered his followers to replenish some dry food.

The group started to set off again. Although they were still very tired from the first day, their bodies had adapted a lot. However, the more they walked northwest, the more they could feel the unusual atmosphere.

"The impact of this disaster is far enough. When I passed by the market just now, I took a look at the rice price, which was much higher than usual, but it is still a few days away from the Yellow River area, so I'm afraid the situation there will be more complicated."

Zhao Jin'er put down the curtain and turned her head to look at Qin Muxiu with some concern.

"My wife's eyes are as bright as a torch. You can see it so far. We are the pioneer troops and there are food supplies behind them. Mu Yi went there personally, because he was afraid that the passing officials would deduct food and disaster relief funds. The floods in the Yellow River area would recur every few years. If they cannot be completely managed, it would be a waste of money."
Chapter completed!