Now it was mid-April, and the weather was noticeably hot. Zhang Xiaohu and Zhang Xiaohua had been walking for a while and were already drenched in sweat.
At first, both of them were preoccupied with thoughts of their family and didn't speak much, making the journey very quiet.
As they walked for a long time, their mood gradually relaxed. Seeing the beautiful scenery, their spirits gradually lifted, their faces showed more smiles, and they began to talk more.
Seeing horses passing by from time to time, Zhang Xiaohua couldn't help but ask Zhang Xiaohu, "Second Brother, it's a long way from Guo Village to Pingyang City. How long will it take for us to get there?"
Zhang Xiaohu looked at Zhang Xiaohua and smiled, saying, "It's a few hundred miles away. Just relying on our feet, I guess it would take at least seventy or eighty days."
Zhang Xiaohua was stunned and said, "Isn't that too long? Won't it be cold in Pingyang City by then?"