Spring comes to the desperate place

Chapter 292 Mountain Bike

When Song Chunlin set out, Dabao was hiding in the space. Lu Ming and Fu Nian just sent Dabao out of their own door. Dabao waved to the two of them, indicating that they didn't need to send him off. Fu Nian's eyes were full of worry, but he still respected Dabao's wishes and did not send him to the gate of the Song family.

After sending Dabao away, the house suddenly became quiet. Lu Ming and Fu Nian were actually a little uncomfortable for a while.

"It is said that it is easy to go from frugality to luxury, but difficult to go from luxury to frugality. This house was so lively before, and I am a little uncomfortable with its sudden silence."

"We are old now. When people get old, they like to watch children. It doesn't matter if they are a little noisy. Just watching them makes us happy."

Lu Ming smiled: "That's right, we are almost 90 years old together, we are indeed old, and it would be quite lively to have a child like this at home, isn't it?"

Fu Nian looked at Lu Ming, pursed his lips, and then said: "How about we adopt a child too?"

"Adopt? Don't we already have Zheng'er?"

Fu Nian held his hand and shook it gently: "That's different. Besides, it would be too lonely to have only Zheng Er. Children always need playmates."

Lu Ming thought, who else does he need playmates? The group of kids in the Song family are enough for Zheng'er to play with. Of course, he didn't dare to say this for fear of getting beaten.

Here, Song Chunlin set out alone with light luggage. When he encountered an uninhabited area, he took out his mountain motorcycle and sped away at lightning speed. Only when the motorcycle could not pass through would he put the vehicle away and call Dabao out. The two of them did not have a boring journey.

With the help of the motorcycle, Song Chunlin covered the distance that previously took others three days in just one day, and he even had some free time at night to hunt for game to eat.

Dabao sat on a camping chair, eagerly waiting for the pheasant that Song Chunlin would roast. The pheasant was very small and not even enough for the two of them. Song Chunlin took out other food from the space to make enough for the two of them.

Although Dabao didn't need to eat, eating this kind of food could satisfy his craving, so Song Chunlin was very indulgent towards him in this regard.

"Okay." Song Chunlin tore off a chicken leg with a pair of tongs, put it in a disposable bowl and handed it to Dabao. Dabao's saliva was about to flow to the ground. He took the chicken leg and licked it carefully. It was a little hot. After blowing it cool, he began to eat it in big mouthfuls.

"Well, this pheasant actually tastes pretty good, but it's too lean and there's not much meat." Song Chunlin finished eating two chicken wings, still feeling unsatisfied. Fortunately, he had prepared enough things. In addition to pheasant meat, there was also pork belly, lamb skewers, steak, and even fruits and drinks after the meal. Life was so comfortable.

After eating and drinking, Song Chunlin originally wanted to send Dabao back to the space to rest, but Dabao was unwilling to do so and insisted on sharing a tent with him. Song Chunlin could not persuade him and had to agree.

At night, the two of them lay in the tent, saying they were going to sleep, but in fact, neither of them needed sleep and they just closed their eyes symbolically.

When Song Chunlin felt that he had almost digested the food, he climbed out of the tent, packed up his things, released his mental power to investigate, and confirmed that the people around him were very far away from him. Only then did he feel relieved to take out his mountain motorcycle and continue on his way.

"Huh, motorcycles are faster and much more comfortable than riding in a horse-drawn carriage." Song Chunlin couldn't help but sigh. He thought about how he vomited all the way in the carriage and it took him a long time to adapt to the bumps of the carriage. Going out alone was convenient and fast. The next day he almost reached their first supply town. Song Chunlin naturally didn't need supplies. He stopped at the nearest village, put away the motorcycle, and started walking with Dabao.

Along the way, Dabao showed obvious curiosity about the things around him. In the past, he could perceive the outside world in space, but perception is not the same as seeing with his own eyes. The latter feels more real.

Song Chunlin brought Dabao into the city. Because Song Chunlin was on a private matter, he did not use the token from his military camp. But the other party did not ask much. They just thought that it was rare for a half-grown child to go out with another child, so they took a few more glances and confirmed that the other party's pass and household registration were correct before letting the person in.

"There are so many strange things these days. The adults in this family are really relieved that such a young child is following a half-grown boy."

Song Chunlin took Dabao and went straight to the inn, completely ignoring the comments of the soldiers guarding the gate behind him. He used his mental power to lock onto an inn that looked clean and sanitary, booked a room with the owner, asked for hot water, and after washing himself and Dabao, he changed into another set of clothes and went out.

This town is not far from the capital, and can be reached in four or five days by fast riding, so the things sold on the street are almost the same as those in the capital, and basically you can buy anything you need. Song Chunlin took Dabao shopping for a whole day. Dabao found everything new and interesting. Song Chunlin had taken him out shopping before, but he encountered human traffickers the first time, and Dabao never went out to the street again since then. This time, they could just finish shopping together.

This city seemed to be celebrating some festival, Song Chunlin was not quite sure, but looking at the small stalls in the streets and alleys, the food sold was similar, so Song Chunlin took Dabao to buy one. It seemed to be a pastry made of glutinous rice, very sweet and sticky.

"It tastes good, but it's hard to chew." Dabao couldn't help but complain a few words.

The two of them strolled until the evening. As the number of pedestrians on the street gradually decreased, the two of them returned to the inn with their bags.

It was another sleepless night. Early the next morning, Song Chunlin and Dabao got up, checked out of the room, went out, had some breakfast on the roadside, and then slowly walked to the city gate.

Not long after leaving the city, Song Chunlin saw that there was no one around, so he hurriedly asked Dabao to hide in the space, while he took out his mountain bike and pedaled wildly.

Mountain bikes are not as fast as mountain motorcycles, but they are quieter and quite convenient to ride on some small roads. There are villages all around here, and Song Chunlin doesn't want to attract other people by stepping on the accelerator.

After pedaling frantically for about an hour, Song Chunlin stopped when his mental power showed that there were no living people within a kilometer. He put away the mountain bike, took a few sips of water, and then changed to a mountain motorcycle again and started crossing mountains and ridges.

Because there was only one person, he moved very quickly. On the third day, he had completed half of the journey. Looking at the remaining half, Song Chunlin felt that if everything went well, it would not be impossible to finish it within two days.