Winter in the north is bone-chillingly cold.
Inside a dilapidated house in Beishan Fort's Baihu Residence.
Wu Nian opened his eyes and stared blankly ahead. The dilapidated roof and cracked beams exude an old atmosphere.
After watching it for a long time, Wu Niancai smiled bitterly and accepted the fact that he had traveled through time.
In his previous life, he was an international mercenary, proficient in various firearms, also learned martial arts, and was good at boxing, kicking, and cold weapons.
This status and profession destined him to only lick blood from the edge of his knife. During one of his missions, he was shot and knew nothing more.
This country is called Dachu State, which is a feudal society.
His name is also Wu Nian. He is twenty years old and is a soldier in the military household. Both his parents are dead and one of his sisters is married.
At the beginning of the founding of the Chu State, this hundred households had strong combat power. But the state of Chu gradually decayed, and now Baihusuo is like a big farm.
Baihu is a big landowner, and the rest of the soldiers are servants of Baihu. They have to help Baihu cultivate their fields. They pay heavy taxes every year. The military households cannot have enough to eat. In addition, the Mongolian people in the north have become increasingly powerful recently, and the clouds of war are brewing. Covering the entire north, many military households fled.
The entire Baihusuo has been ruined.
After Wu Nian received the memory, he smiled bitterly. "Military household, it's really miserable."
Suddenly Wu Nian felt a gaze, and he instinctively became vigilant, but soon relaxed again.
There was a girl standing at the door. The girl was about fifteen or sixteen years old, unkempt, wearing a tattered winter coat, and shivering from the cold.
The girl looked at him warily, as if she were a rabbit, looking like she would run away at any moment.
Wu Nian gave another wry smile.
The girl’s name is Liu Xiang. The Wu family's parents went to the mountains to cut firewood many years ago. When they met a little girl who didn't know anything about her, they picked her up and took her back as his child bride.
It's just that the original owner is not a thing. He is a well-known drunkard and bad gambler in the entire hundred households. After getting drunk or losing miserably in gambling, his character is even more cruel than a tyrant. When he returns home, he will beat and scold Liu Xiang.
The original owner even considered selling Liu Xiang to a brothel in exchange for gambling money.
Don't look at Liu Xiang's current appearance, but she used to be a very beautiful white girl.
Although Wu Nian is a mercenary, he kills without blinking an eye. But he is very kind to his family and friends and is very righteous.
It was a shock to travel through time, but now that it’s over. Then I can only survive in this world as Wu Nian.
This is his home, Liu Xiang is his child bride, and he will treat her well.
Wu Nian turned to look at the door, smiled slightly and said, "Good morning, Xiang'er."
Liu Xiang sneered and said, "You're sober, right?"
Wu Nian smiled bitterly and opened his mouth to speak, but was speechless. The biggest problem with this drunkard is that he becomes a different person when he is drunk.
Before the original owner got drunk, he had no other problems except gambling.
But when drunk, he is really cruel and beats people to death. It's hard to tell that Liu Xiang is wearing clothes now. Her body under the clothes is definitely riddled with holes.
With such a body, Liu Xiang had to cook, go up the mountain to chop wood, work in the fields, and take care of a bad gambler and drunkard every day.
Although Wu Nian killed without batting an eye, he still felt his scalp numb and cursed, "The original owner is really a bastard."
Death is only a momentary pain, but long-term domestic violence is endless pain.
"I've prepared the meal."
However, Liu Xiang didn't say anything to Wu Nianduo. After saying another word, she put down the broken curtain, turned around and walked out.
"Hey." Wu Nian sighed, and then put on the troublesome clothes according to memory. He wore tattered deerskin clothes, a pair of tattered linen straight trousers, tied with a thick hemp rope, and a smelly tattered sheepskin hat.
The weather in the north is cold, and people are not as dressy as the Han people in the south. In terms of clothing, they are actually similar to those of the barbarians, mainly practical to keep out the cold.
There is a dilapidated courtyard in the Wu family. After leaving the bedroom. To the west is the kitchen, and to the east are the woodshed and thatch.
Wu Nian took in a breath of cold air and frowned. Although it's cold inside the house, it's even colder outside. After standing still for a moment, Wu Nian hurried to the kitchen.
Although Liu Xiang herself was unkempt, it was not because she was lazy, but because the weather was cold, and the Wu family was not qualified to boil water for bathing.
During the whole winter, they couldn't take a bath once a month. Even if you wash your face, you have to use cold water to deal with it. The oil and dirt on the face have accumulated over time, making even a good-looking girl look ugly.
Liu Xiang works very hard and keeps the kitchen clean. There was a broken stove in the simple kitchen. A lame square table backed by a piece of wood.
Today's breakfast is placed on the table, two large bowls of rice bran rice made with rice bran and a little rice.
Other than that, nothing.
Not even a pickle to go with the meal.
Although this happened in his memory, Wu Nian was still shocked when he saw it with his own eyes. Is this food for human consumption?
To put it bluntly, in modern society, dogs have better food than this.
But Wu Nian didn't say anything. He smiled and came to the table to sit down, trying to get closer to the two of them.
"Xiang'er. Are you also weaving today?" Wu Nian raised his head and asked.
It's winter now and the fields don't need care. There is an old loom at home, and Xiang'er relies on weaving to support her family.
Liu Xiang looked up at Wu Nian and started eating without saying a word.
She ate deliciously.
Wu Nian hit another wall and wanted to scratch his head. Then he also started eating. The rice bran slides into the throat like a thorn, making the throat as uncomfortable as possible.
But Wu Nian didn't mind it and finished the rice bran rice as much as possible.
The food, although poor, was a source of energy. If you don’t eat in this winter, you can really freeze to death.
"But life like this is really miserable and it's not a long-term solution. I have to find a way to get some meat to eat." After finishing the meal, Wu Nian put down the bowl and chopsticks and watched Liu Xiang twist her waist and put away the bowl and chopsticks, diligently Went to wash the dishes.
This bowl has no oil or water at all, so it is really easy to wash, just brush it and it will be clean.
Wu Nian quickly thought of the fastest way to improve his life.
hunt.
This relies on the mountains to eat the mountains, and relies on the sea to eat the sea. For an experienced hunter, entering the mountains is like entering the Queen Mother's peach orchard, where you can get whatever you want.
Just do what comes to mind.
Wu Nian quickly went back to his bedroom to find a bow and arrow.
After he left. Liu Xiang put away the dishes and chopsticks, then came to the cabinet and took out a small package of things wrapped in paper.
Holding this thing, Liu Xiang's little hands trembled a little. There was a look of hesitation on his little face, and he was struggling hard in his heart.
This little package is not a good thing.
It's arsenic that seals the throat after seeing blood.
She wanted to poison Wu Nian.
It doesn't matter if two people die together.
The resentment of being beaten for many years took root in her heart and grew into a towering tree.
But on the other hand, Wu's parents were kind to her. The one who raised her.
She had bought this small bag of arsenic for a long time, but she had been hesitant.
"Do I really want to poison this beast?"
Liu Xiang felt very hesitant.
