The escort convoy traveled without pause, only slowing slightly at nightfall. They came to lodge in a rural village, but where would such a village find an inn? The escort agency's men could only pitch their own tents and set up camp.
Having learned a bitter lesson from the last nighttime ambush, Zhang Xiaohua privately pulled Zhang Xiaohu aside and spoke to him in a low voice for quite a while. Zhang Xiaohu merely smiled, rubbed his head, and said, "There should be no problem here. Look, we've camped right at the entrance to the village. There are plenty of people around, so even if someone harbors evil intentions, they'll have reservations. Besides, this is only our first day out, so everyone is bound to be on guard and careful in all things. If I were a robber, I'd definitely wait a few more days and choose some desolate wilderness."
Zhang Xiaohu paused, then added, "Besides, people from the escort agency have traveled this route before. All the campsites along the way have been used in the past. Don't be fooled by how fast the convoy traveled today—the pace was actually carefully controlled. So long as nothing unexpected happens, the whole situation remains under our escort agency's control. And don't be fooled by Head Luo's usual laziness. He's actually a first-rate hand at this business, with exceptionally rich experience."
Seeing Zhang Xiaohua's unconvinced expression, he said, "All right, if you don't believe me, just wait and see. It'll be a good chance for you to gain more experience too. When you grow up, you can become a Chief Escort at the agency. Oh, right, we've been busy these past few days. How is your wound?"
Zhang Xiaohua rolled up his sleeve. The wound had unexpectedly almost healed. Only then did