Zhao Cheng followed these hunters into the mountains. Night had fallen, but they did not light torches at all, but their eyesight remained normal in the mountains and forests without being affected at all.
Moreover, this group of people often made some strange sounds when walking. Zhao Cheng felt that they seemed to be imitating some kind of birds and beasts. Along the way, he did not encounter any wolves, insects, tigers or leopards.
As the terrain gradually rose, everyone who had walked through the forest for a long time finally came to a spacious and flat place. The mountain walls stood steeply, with no vegetation, and were surrounded by strange rocks.
The big boss whistled, and after a while, the sound of gold and iron was heard, and a thick chain was seen hanging down the cliff from the top of the mountain.
"Hua Laoqi will send this person up first, and Hu Laosi will follow behind." The headmaster casually ordered.
The hunter Zhao Cheng met at the beginning came over and whispered to Zhao Cheng: "You'd better be more honest, or you'll fall into the mud." After saying that, he pulled Zhao Cheng to the iron chain and tied the rope to the iron chain. on the chain, and then knocked the iron chain with the scabbard, making a crisp sound.
Zhao Cheng only heard the sound of iron chains rubbing against the stone wall, and then felt his body being lifted suddenly. His feet had already left the ground and were slowly being pulled upward by the iron chains.
While in mid-air, Zhao Cheng looked down and saw the hunters hanging the game on iron chains and transporting them to the top of the mountain along with the iron chains.
Except for the prey, only the man named Hu Laosi grabbed the chain and climbed up. The others stood still and looked up at him.
After climbing a few feet higher, it was already dark below and nothing could be seen clearly, but the chain had not yet reached the top of the mountain.
After about a few minutes, Zhao Cheng felt his body pause slightly. He turned around and saw that he had been pulled to the top of the mountain. Two hunters came over and unhooked him from the chain without saying a word. He took him to a row of houses.
In the dark night, Zhao Cheng could not see clearly the surrounding scenery, only a row of houses with torches in front of them, which were brightly illuminated.
The house is made of stones of different sizes, with an uneven surface. There seems to be no caulking material between the stones, but it may be that the materials were carefully selected and the gaps between the stones are very small.
Orion opened a wooden door, untied the rope from Zhao Cheng's body, pushed it inside, and closed the door with a bang. He heard the sound of locking being locked again, and then the surroundings fell into silence.
In the darkness, Zhao Cheng felt that the thing in contact with him should be straw. Although it was not as good as his own bed, it could still be used, and it was much better than nothing.
At this time, he was tired and hungry. He lay on the straw mat and thought wildly, and soon fell asleep.
Early the next morning, Zhao Cheng was awakened by the sound of the door lock opening. As the wooden door opened, the early morning sunlight came directly in, illuminating the small house.
In the hut, there were only stone walls and straw mats, and there were no windows. On the straw mat in the other corner, there was a person lying on the straw mat. He didn't know whether he was dead or alive.
"Come out! The boss wants to see you." Orion slapped Zhao Cheng with his scabbard.
Zhao Cheng followed Orion out of the hut and then took stock of the environment outside.
After he was pulled up by the iron chain yesterday, he remembered that the surroundings were very flat. Now looking at it in the morning light, he found that the surrounding area was indeed a flat plain with dozens of houses, smoke curling from cooking stoves, roosters crowing and dogs barking, making it look like a farmhouse scene.
After passing through several criss-crossed stone roads, he came to the tallest stone house. Orion opened the door and went in: "Master, that person has brought it."
The boss was still in the same outfit as yesterday. He seemed to have never taken it off even to sleep. He scratched his disheveled hair and said to Zhao Cheng: "Don't even think about escaping, or I'll shoot you to death with one arrow!"
Then he said: "Since you can read and write, from today onwards, read this book to me. If you read well, you will have food. If you don't read well, you will not have food."
After the boss finished speaking, he picked up a book from the table beside his bed and threw it to Zhao Cheng.
Zhao Cheng came over and took a look at the cover: "The Book of Pan Sheng"
Turning to the first page, Zhao Cheng cleared his throat and read: "In the chapter on plowing, the foundation of all plowing lies in the right time and soil. Working in manure, dry hoeing, spring freeze thaws, and the earth's energy begins to flow through the soil..."
The headmaster waved his hand and interrupted Zhao Cheng's reading: "What does this paragraph mean?"
Zhao Cheng explained: "Obviously, this is an agricultural book that teaches people how to farm. The first chapter of the book is about farming. It says that the fundamental problem of farming lies in the weather and the land."
The headmaster's thick eyebrows were already furrowed: "Plowing books? Did you read that correctly?"
Zhao Cheng flipped back again and saw that there were only eighteen articles in this thin book, so he said: "Of course I read it right, this is indeed a book that teaches people to farm, and the author is Pan Shengzhi. "
He then pointed to the words on the book and said, "Look at the word 'field', which is square and square, just like a field ridge."
The headmaster was obviously angry. He stood up and snatched the book from Zhao Cheng's hand, pretending to tear it up. Suddenly something occurred to him, he rolled his eyes and said, "Point to me a few more words."
So Zhao Cheng pointed him to a relatively simple word: Tian, Zhi, Tu, etc.
The boss grabbed the book, kicked the door open, and went out like a gust of wind.
Zhao Cheng took a look at the master's bedroom and living room. It was about seventy or eighty square meters. In addition to the bed, there was a fire pit, and there were still embers in the fire pit.
Hanging on the wall were a tiger skin, a bear skin, as well as bows and arrows, knives and guns. In addition, there were also many dried vegetables and mushrooms hanging on the wall. They had obviously been hung to dry in the shade last winter and had not been eaten yet.
It seems that the big boss is actually an ordinary hunter, fishing and hunting at the same time, and robbing at the same time.
These hunters can be called hunters or bandits. Judging from their appearance, they have done a lot of robbing and killing people.
Zhao Cheng was a little tired, so he sat next to the fire pit to warm himself up.
It was late April, but the morning temperatures on this mountaintop were still very low. Zhao Chengyong felt a chill in his heart when he saw a few unburned bones in the fire pit, some of which looked like bones on a human arm.
Not long after, the boss came back in a hurry, carrying someone in his hand.
The man was relatively thin, and the head of the family was tall, so he held it in his hand like a chicken. He entered the house, threw the man to the fire pit, took out the book from his arms and threw it to Zhao Cheng.
"This man said that this is a military book. You said that this is a farming book. You two should confront each other!"
The headmaster took a branch soaked in rosin, lit it and stuck it on the ground: "After this wood is burned, if it is a military book, I will kill you!" He pointed at Zhao Cheng.
"If it's an agricultural book, kill him! If you still can't figure out what book it is, kill both of them!"
