When he first left, Brother Fu was very excited, but after walking for five days, he got tired of it. Every day, he sat in the carriage during the day. Because the road was bumpy and he was anxious, he couldn't read and write, and he couldn't play chess. So he either slept or slept. As for the scenery outside, he had no idea except trees and people.

Half lying on the car window, Brother Fu asked, "Mom, when will you arrive?"

"We have just left the house and it will take more than twenty days to arrive!"

Brother Fu was a little depressed when he thought about the more than twenty days of traveling day and night: "Mom, do we have to stay in this carriage for more than twenty days?"

"Don't want to stay?"

Brother Fu said with a nod, "Mom, can you let Uncle Jiang take me on a horse?"

It's really boring to keep locked in the carriage!

Qingshu smiled and said, "Do you think riding a horse is fun?"

Brother Fu'er doesn't know if it's fun, so he doesn't have to be trapped in the carriage anyway. He has to sleep in the carriage all the time. When he reaches Fuzhou, he feels he's going to sleep stupidly.

Qingshu stopped Jiang Fangfei and asked him to take Fu Ge'er with him: "He wants to ride a horse, you can take him with you!"

This time, the Ministry of Revenue sent a total of four people to Fuzhou. In addition to Qingshu and Mao Shuli, the other two were Yuanwailang of the Qingshu Department of Anhui and Liaoning. So this time, they also went out with two carriages, Qingshu and Fu Ge'er, and two Yuanwailangs and one carriage. As for Mao Shuli, they rode a horse like Jiang Fangfei and the others.

Jiang Fangfei naturally had no words and carried Brother Fu into his carriage.

It was so comfortable to sit on the horse in the wind. Brother Fu said loudly: "Mom, I will learn to ride a horse when I return to Beijing."

Qingshu responded in one mouthful.

After riding the horse with Jiang Fangfei for an hour, Qingshu asked him to go back to the carriage. Seeing that he didn't go back, Qingshu didn't force him, he just said, "It hurts to shout to me then!"

Brother Fu felt very comfortable and didn't listen to Qingshu's words at all: "Mom, what's the pain of riding a horse?"

Qingshu but smiled but said nothing.

I didn't think anything that night, but when Brother Fu got up the next day, he found something was wrong. After enduring the pain, he crawled back to the carriage.

Qingshu pushed the carriage away and said with a smile: "The porridge is ready, come down to have breakfast."

Brother Fu thought about what Qingshu said before and got off the carriage again.

Seeing that his expression was wrong, Hong Gu asked with concern: "What's wrong with you, Young Master? Are you feeling uncomfortable?"

Brother Fu shook his head and said, "I'm fine."

Honggu couldn't help but look at Qingshu, and saw that she didn't seem to hear her words, so she didn't ask anymore.

After taking a bite of the steamed bun that was as hard as a stone, Brother Fu chewed it very hard. After swallowing it, he said, "Mom, this steamed bun is too unpalatable."

"That's how it's going out, you can bear it!"

Because I was in a hurry, unless it happened to be right at night, I would pass by the county and town and would not stop. Of course, Qingshu would send Li Qian or other guards to buy food for the day. Because they rode horses quickly, it would not delay the trip. However, it was more painful for Brother Fu and the other three officials.

Brother Fu took a sip of the porridge and asked, "Mom, are you doing this before when you go out for business? You eat so poorly and sleep in the wild."

Qingshu smiled and said, "That's because we have to hurry up. In order not to waste time, we can't stay in the inn to cook. If we have time, we can stay in the farmhouse or inn, and then cook ourselves sooner or later."

"How long will it take to get to Fuzhou based on our itinerary?"

"If it goes well, it will take about twenty days to arrive. However, there will be many unexpected situations on the road, such as strong winds, which will affect the speed, and we cannot leave when it rains heavily."

"Where are you going to get sick?"

Qingshu smiled and said, "If you are sick, you must have a doctor to see you. When you are cured, you will be on your way."

Brother Fu said, "Mom, you should take a boat next time you go out! It's too hard to take the land."

Qingshu smiled and said, "Silly kids, no matter what they do, it is very hard. Farmers not only have to work hard but also look at God's face. If the weather is good, the harvest will be good. If it encounters drought and flood, all the hardships will be gone. Scholars have to study hard for more than ten years, and practice martial arts in winter, practice in summer, and practice in three nine."

"Mom, why don't you work hard?"

"It's not hard to live and die, but this is the most dangerous."

"Why?"

Qingshu explained: "If you rely on your parents, your parents will not even be able to support themselves without the ability to feed themselves. If you rely on inheriting your family property, you will easily be killed by money."

Brother Fu nodded and said, "Just as my father said, you will be bullied wherever you are not capable. If you learn the skills well and eat and drink at home, you will not be like what your mother said."

He really knows how to learn from one example and apply it to other things!

Qingshu nodded and said, "So you have to learn your skills first, so that you don't have to worry about starving to death or being bullied in the future."

After breakfast, the mother and son got on the carriage.

Qingshu looked at his painful appearance when he sat down and said with a smile: "It's not bad, I endured it for a whole morning and didn't say anything."

"mother……"

Qingshu opened the package and took a bottle of medicinal oil from it, and then said to Brother Fu: "Take off your pants..."

Brother Fu blushed and said, "Mom, I'll do it myself..."

No matter what Qingshu said, he would never take off his pants. Qingshu was so funny that he handed him the medicinal oil and got off the carriage.

Brother Fu heard footsteps as soon as he took off his pants, so he quickly lifted his pants up again, but his movements were a little slow because of the pain.

When the door was pushed open, Brother Fu was relieved and asked, "Uncle Jiang, why are you here?"

"Madam, let me apply medicinal oil to you."

Brother Fu said shyly: "No, I can do it myself."

"The inner side of your thigh must have been bruised because you have been riding for too long. It will be better if you apply medicinal oil to massage. You have never tried it and I will teach you. After you learn it, press it yourself."

"good."

After taking off his pants, Jiang Fangfei looked at Brother Fu'er's inner thighs and was swollen: "Why is it so swollen?"

"It didn't hurt yesterday, but it hurts when I woke up this morning."

Jiang Fangfei didn't say much. It's nothing for a man to suffer from some flesh and blood: "You don't want to ride a horse these two days, otherwise it will be red and swollen."

Brother Fu nodded and asked, "Uncle Jiang, did you do this when you rode a horse before?"

"It was like this at the beginning, just wait for the habit."

Brother Fu understood why Qingshu would say that yesterday. It turned out that this was all his mother's personal experience.

When Qingshu got on the carriage, Fu Geer said, "Mom, who taught you riding?"

"It was taught by the master from the mansion of Duke Zhenguo, and the Empress also guided me. Your father was very good at riding skills. When he arrived in Fuzhou, he asked him to teach you."
Chapter completed!