When Jiang Hao saw the style of the long sword in their hands, he recognized it at a glance. It was the same as the Qin sword he had obtained before. It seemed that he had undoubtedly come to the Qin Dynasty.

"Hey, what do you do, why do you sit on the side of the road?" asked a man in his forties in a deep voice, with a strong northern voice in his accent.

Jiang Hao did not intend to have much interaction with these people, especially now that he is injured, who knows whether the other party is a good person or a bad person.

Don’t blame him for malicious speculation of people’s hearts, because he has experienced too many things.

Looking at this person, Jiang Hao said in a slightly hoarse voice: "A person who is helpless here, just a rest when he is tired of walking."

The captain of the guard looked at Jiang Hao a few more times, then looked at the surrounding situation, and waved his hand to let the convoy move forward again.

When the convoy passed by Jiang Hao, Jiang Hao saw the carriage in the middle pulling away. Two women were looking at him curiously. Several people looked at him. The older woman still looked directly at him, but the young girl dodged for a while.

The convoy slowly passed by Jiang Hao and walked about dozens of meters away. Suddenly, a man dressed in a slave ran back and handed a small package of brocade to Jiang Hao. "Looking at your ugly face, I think you are sick. This is what our little lady gave you."

Jiang Hao subconsciously took it, and the slave turned around and left. Jiang Hao opened the small package of brocade plaster, but saw two unknown snacks inside.

Do you think you are a beggar?

Jiang Hao picked up a piece of dessert and took a bite. The entrance was a bit rough, but it had a sweet smell of honey.
Chapter completed!