Chapter 681:
Of course, the bandit’s footprints are very deep. The footprints are deep because the footprints are very heavy.
The bag is not heavy, but the two hundred kilograms of backpack on his body is what is heavy.
The mountain road is rugged, but the boy's footsteps are very steady. He can easily do things that many people can't do, just like eating and drinking.
Just like Yan Yu said, he has forgotten almost everything before, but only the instinct of the body cannot be forgotten.
He must have been a very powerful person before.
Sometimes Fang Bu also thinks so.
But no matter how much I thought about it, I couldn't think of it, so I slowly learned not to think about it.
The twenty-mile mountain road, carrying two hundred kilograms of firewood on his back, could be completed in just one hour.
Even though he was inevitably dripping with sweat, Fang Bie felt quite happy when he saw the edge of Ximu Town from a distance.
Of course, two hundred kilograms of firewood cannot be sold at retail, but this is not the first time for the young man to come to this place. He placed the basket on the charcoal burner he knew well, poured it out, and then waited for the reward to be counted.
Unchopped firewood has one price, chopped firewood has another price, and when the firewood is burned into light and clean charcoal, it becomes a new price.
Two hundred kilograms of chopped firewood cost a total of forty cents.
It feels a little light and airy in the hand.
After all, it would be a bit of a loss to trade such a heavy thing for such a light thing.
But Fang Bu felt somewhat at ease.
After all, firewood is really everywhere in the mountains and plains. As long as you work hard to chop it, you can really chop it.
But money is not something that can be found everywhere.
He thanked the charcoal seller, then carried an empty basket on his back. He did not leave Ximu Town, but started wandering around Ximu Town.
Wandering and shopping.
The first is the rice bought by Yan Yurang.
Milled rice costs two cents per catty, but if you buy rice, you can buy it for one cent per catty. The biggest difference between rice and milled rice is whether it has been shelled and finely ground, which brings about a huge difference in taste.
Fang Bu bought twenty kilograms of rice and five kilograms of polished rice. The rice was his food, and the polished rice was Yan Yu's ration.
Soy sauce, sugar, and a little salt. Because it is close to the sea, these things are not difficult to buy. Finally, he tied a small bag of red beans and put them into the backpack behind him, and the young man embarked on the return journey.
It takes an hour to get there because you are carrying really heavy stuff.
On the return trip, it only takes half an hour to complete the twenty-mile mountain road because of the light travel.
Just from a distance, Fang Bi raised his hand and touched his nose.
He smelled something different.
To be precise - it tastes like blood.
He quickened his pace again.
The closer he got to the village, the stronger the smell of blood became. Fang Bie couldn't understand what was happening for a moment. He just wanted to return to the village quickly.
He was carrying a backpack with only a few light objects on his back, and an ax for chopping firewood at his waist. The faster he walked, the noise in the village could be heard in the distance.
"Where is the money! Just take it all out. If you don't have money, take out the wine, meat and rice. Hurry up, if you want to survive."
Fang Bie frowned calmly.
But at this moment, a running person panicked and bumped into Fang Bi. When Fang Bi looked down, he found that he was an acquaintance.
The mother of the little girl Okja, ordinary people in Japan do not have a surname. Just like Okja is only called Okja, Okja's mother is called Keiko.
She looked panicked and trembled all over. She raised her head and glanced away, then jumped up instantly and wanted to run away again.
It's like a mouse that just escaped from the cat's nest.
Fang Bie grabbed her wrist and asked in a low voice: "What happened in the village?"
"Run quickly, it's too late if you don't run." Keiko murmured, with a pale expression and unfocused eyes, as if she was extremely frightened.
"Where's Yuzi?" Fang Bie continued to ask.
When the name Yuzi was mentioned, Keiko suddenly shivered, and her eyes that had become numb and lifeless due to fear finally regained some brilliance.
"Okja," she murmured.
"Yuzi is still in the village, right?" Fang Bie asked calmly.
Keiko nodded, standing there trembling as if heaven and man were at war.
If you go back, you will definitely die.
If he continued to run away, he would be abandoning his daughter and leaving her to fend for herself.
At this moment, a shrill girl's scream suddenly came from the village.
It was Okja's voice.
Fang Bie let go of Keiko's wrist and strode towards the center of the village.
Inshang Village is a very traditional Japanese village. With the sweet water well in the village as the center, dozens of wooden houses are scattered around it, and the center of the village is the square next to the well.
Fang Bi passed a few houses and saw the scene in this square.
Standing in the center are two ronin warriors holding tachi in their hands. In Japan, holding a sword itself is a manifestation of power, or it is equivalent to a certificate of killing.
Because the class of warriors is different from that of civilians.
However, these two samurai should also be ronin samurai who are very common in Japan at present, that is, samurai who actively or passively leave their master's home and have nowhere to take them in and choose to wander.
But even wandering warriors still need to eat, so they are least afraid of robbing and killing.
The residents along the coast of China should also have a deep understanding of this. Therefore, for the daimyo from various places in Japan, they are happy to let these uncontrollable scum cross the sea to fend for themselves, saving a lot of effort in their own management.
But no matter what, the ronin warriors in China must have come from Japan.
Surrounding the two ronin, stood a dozen Dongying people armed with various weapons. They were far inferior in stature and temperament to these two samurai armed with swords. They were obviously subordinates of the minions, and In front of them, there were several pieces of blue cloth spread out about one foot square. On one piece were scattered various kinds of gold, silver and copper coins, on one piece were all kinds of grains, rice and noodles, and on the last piece of blue cloth were Some bacon, salted fish, village brew and other wine and meat, it can be seen that these bandits and robbers are really poor, and they don't mind anything when they come to rob.
And Fang Bie finally saw Xiaoyu.
These ronin still had some robbery skills. There were not many of them, and there were only one or two men lying on the ground moaning in a pool of blood. The smell of blood that Fang Bu had smelled before probably came from here.
These bandits tied up the elderly and children who were unable to escape, and used this as a threat to make the remaining villagers willingly hand over all their belongings.
After all, whether it costs money or life, most people take it lightly.
"When Brother Fang comes back, I will definitely kill you all!"
Xiaoyu had a red slap mark on her face, but she still glared at these bandits fiercely.
He said viciously: "Kill all of you scum!"
(End of this chapter)