Chapter 101: So It’s You Who’s Riding the Horse!
"Fuck your mother!"
The iron-covered wooden wheels rolled over the wet and soft mountain road, as the caravan of eighteen cargo carts slowly moved through the forest, heading towards Zhaoge.
On the carts were coach drivers, knife-bearing guards, spear-wielding strongmen, a caravan boss who was trembling with fear due to rumors of horse bandits, an old man with white hair, and a child hitching a ride.
Above the caravan lingered, for a long time, a variety of curses.
"Fuck your mother! Damn Wei Ben! I’m going to tear off your balls and roast them in the furnace ash!"
The white-bearded old man on the cart was so angry his whole body turned red, steam rising from his head, and the wrinkles on his face trembled.
He shouted, "You animal! How many times have I told you, those eggs aren’t cooked yet, you impatient bastard! If you get a stomachache later and end up dying of diarrhea on this road, it’ll serve you right!"
The one called Wei Ben was the big guy riding the black horse at the front of the caravan.
This Wei Ben carried on his shoulder a thick iron spear over a meter long, and his strong and imposing build made those small bird eggs the size of fingers, which he had eaten more than half of in one bite, not even enough to fill his teeth gap.
Wei Ben was evidently also a man with a temper. Hearing the insults, he knitted his brows and gritted his teeth in anger, but he didn’t lose his temper. Instead, he endured it and led his horse forward, hoping that out of sight meant out of mind.