At the door, a tall man wearing leather armor and a bearskin cloak shouted in a rough voice: "The day after tomorrow is the last material handover before the ice erosion. Hurry up and take what can be turned over to the meeting hall, otherwise there will be no food for the winter!"
After shouting, the tall man hurried to the next house and shouted again.
Shang Yu leaned against the door frame with his arms folded and looked at the sky for a while.
Ice erosion is equivalent to winter in other places, but it is much more serious than winter. During the ice erosion, the ground will be covered with frost, and the sky will continue to rain hail for three months. Ordinary people cannot survive in such a climate, let alone Walked.
At this time, everyone would eat, drink, and defecate in their own stone houses, and would not open the door until the ice erosion passed.
Therefore, food and firewood were indispensable, but the wilderness where Shan Village was located was in short supply of these two things, so he had to go to a town hundreds of miles away with fur weapons to exchange for them.
"What are you doing here?"
Shuya's soft female voice came through the vast ice mist, and her tall and thin figure became clearer and clearer.
Shang Yu's face softened, and his eyes fell on her thin robe, "If you can take good care of yourself, why should I worry."
Feng Xi lowered his eyes and smiled, "You are not timid, but you are taking care of me."
"How dare I care about the teacher."
Shang Yu stood up straight, left the door frame he was leaning on, took her pale and cold hand, frowned slightly, "I'll give you another injection."
"You know, it's useless." Feng Xi was as quiet and calm as usual, as if nothing mattered, including his own life.
Shang Yu was also used to her attitude, so he just glanced at her and said, "Of course I know that my medical skills have reached a bottleneck and I need someone to practice with me."
Feng Xi was speechless. It was indeed difficult to manage the child when he was older.
A fire was lit in the hearth, and the stone house gradually became warm. Shang Yu couldn't make a fire when she was alone, and her body could still withstand the cold.
But Feng Xi was different. Feng Xi was seriously injured on the battlefield, her cultivation was destroyed, and her body was weak. However, she dragged her sickly body to carry her original body, who was three or four years old at the time, across the continent to this remote place. Coming from a barbaric land, the once prosperous man changed his name and changed his ordinary appearance, and was willing to live teaching in this inconspicuous small village.
For the original person, apart from the hatred of country and family, she is the most important thing.
Feng Xi fiddled with the bonfire, and the coldness on his body dissipated a little, "The ice erosion is coming, and the food and firewood that can be distributed are not enough. I will go out with the hunting team tomorrow."
Going out hunting increases your allotment.
Shang Yu immediately refused, "No."
Feng Xi couldn't help but laugh when he heard the reply, "Do you still want to burn the books over there to keep warm?"
Where did the books come from? Feng Xi changed the paper and wrote them word by word. How could it be burned.
"I'm going to learn how to hunt."
Feng Xi shook his head.
The single village is a commune system, and each person's materials are composed of two parts. One is the basic quota, which will be distributed equally, and the other is the contribution quota, which will be distributed in proportion according to the fur products, weapons, etc. that each person turns in every day to complete the contribution quota. What is left after the meal is used as personal surplus food.
However, some people in the hunting team felt that they were highly cultivated, hunted a lot, and made great contributions to the village, and they constantly asked for additional increases in their share. As a result, the basic quota of public ownership was greatly reduced, and the lives of ordinary villagers became increasingly difficult.
The only thing Feng Xi can do is teach people to read. People who are literate have a sense of sacredness to the villagers in this remote place, so they are willing to pay a little food to learn. This allows Feng Xi, who originally had nothing, to safely raise Shang Yu. .
However, in recent years, the basic quota has become less and less. The ordinary family has no surplus food and cannot protect itself. And she, Fengxi, is not someone who begs for mercy, so of course she chooses to do it herself.
Without cultivation, she is not vulnerable and can still deal with some wild beasts.
"Besides..."
Shang Yu intercepted her words, "Besides, Laishan and others in the hunting team will protect you."
Feng Xi's face didn't change, "Yeah."
Shang Yu was speechless.
A night of silence.
Before dawn, Shang Yu glanced at the people beside him, recited a sleeping spell, then got up, washed, and went out with his bow and arrows.
At this time, there was still a green ice fog outside, and only the arc outline of a heavy stone house could be vaguely seen. She walked through the ice fog to the open space to the east. The open space was usually used by hunting team reserve personnel to practice martial arts. At this time, people had gathered. A large number of people.
Xuesong, a bearded man who acted as the master, with his arms bare and his hands on his waist, shouted at the people in their 30s, "Those in the acquired realm will go out first!"
Nine people did not dare to delay, and immediately ran out and stood in front of him. Most of them were teenagers.
"You, come out and practice Hunyuan Fist again."
The young man who was called came out and waved his hands.
This is a star world where martial arts is prevalent, and young and old alike can master a few tricks. Becoming a martial artist is a dream destination for countless people.
Having said that, in an extremely remote place like Shancun, very few people can read. The mental techniques and techniques are all passed down by word of mouth. The bias is so obvious that no one remembers the mental techniques later on. , only knows a few moves, Hunyuan Fist is like this.
The arrival of Feng Xi spread the Hunyuan Jue again, so he gained respect and was able to quickly integrate into the single village.
Hunyuan Quan combines hardness and softness, is simple but profound, and is suitable for most people to practice.
A total of white clouds emerge from Xiu, wind and frost shatter shadows, the moon fills the sky. Let's get straight to the point. The five moves that shake the world are divided into twenty styles. After practicing them one by one, the strength is naturally hidden in the strength.
In particular, this young man has reached the acquired perfection, his breathing is long, his energy and spirit are good, and he can practice Hunyuan Quan smoothly and fluently.
"Have you seen it? The day after tomorrow, I ran for seven or eight kilometers without even taking a breath. Innately, it's even worse. Every move is as powerful as a rushing river. Have you ever seen a big river that can wash you away?"
A group of barbarians who had never seen a river looked up at him longingly.
He laughed, "I'll practice it again this time, and I'm sure it's all right!" He was a congenital, one of the best in Shancun, so whether he was a newbie or an acquired one, he was all stroking his clothes and watching eagerly.
Martial arts re-train the body, and when it reaches the innate level, the strength of flesh and blood is increased several times. It is true that the hands can crack stones and the legs can break iron.
He punched down, the wind roared, and his momentum was overwhelming. The last punch hit the nine-inch thick stone pile, causing rubble to fly!
"well!"
People in their 30s looked at him excitedly, as if they had seen their future.
Shang Yu watched them practice martial arts from a distance, but when the sound of horse hooves sounded, he changed his gaze.
There were five women and seven men in this group, all of whom were wearing winged tiger leather armor and pine mink boots. They had fine knives hanging on their waists, bows and arrows in their hands, and quivers on their shoulders. They were riding big wildebeests with blue fur, and they looked majestic. .
You can tell at a glance that they are powerful hunters.
Qu Tie, the leader, saw the figure coming out of the ice mist clearly and smiled disdainfully: "Why is it a child? Yun He doesn't dare to come?"
There is a clear hierarchy of surnames in this world. The surnames are generally clan surnames, and only those who inherit the clan can take the family name as the surname. For example, Hou Tomi's original name is Tom, and after inheriting the Hou clan, he is called Hou Tom.
In addition, those who can obtain surnames are those who have made special contributions to the clan or clan and those who have reached a certain level of power, such as Feng Xi, who is a powerful person with magical powers and one of the few formation masters, and is honored with the surname Feng.
Most civilians only had first names but no surnames, so in order to conceal their identity, Feng Xi only identified himself as Yun He.
