"Zhao Shan fainted!"
"Come quickly, Zhao Shan is dying..."
In the worksite where the river was being excavated, three men shouted loudly, and lying on the ground next to them was a young man with purple lips and a sallow complexion.
"Why are you howling? No more work!"
The overseer walked over with a sullen expression, his hands behind his back.
"Master Wu, Zhao Shan was moving rocks just now and suddenly he was lying on the ground." The bald hard worker replied.
"I saw something wrong with his face this morning and asked him how he was doing. He said he was fine. I didn't expect something happened." Another slave laborer said.
The supervisor raised his chin and motioned for the bald man to come forward and check, "Do you still feel alive?"
"Have energy..."
The bald slave laborer sniffed Zhao Shan's breath, and originally wanted to touch his forehead again, but saw many blisters on Zhao Shan's face, many of which had suppurated, and he was so frightened that he retracted his hand.
"Wu Tou, Zhao Shan's face is rotten."
"What a bad luck!"
The supervisor took a few steps back in disgust and called a servant, "Go and call the widower."
The officer took the order and left. When the supervisor saw several hard laborers still standing there, he scolded: "What are you doing standing there? Do you know how to see a doctor?"
The hard laborers looked at each other and turned back to work.
Not long after, the policeman came over with his wife.
Wuzuo asked about the situation and squatted down to take Zhao Shan's pulse.
The slave laborers and prisoners were whispering and looking here from time to time.
The supervisor came over and asked loudly and deliberately: "How are you doing? Can you help me?"
Wuzuo sighed, "I'm afraid it won't work."
"This... was fine yesterday."
"The cold evil has entered the body and the overwork has caused illness, resulting in serious damage to the foundation. I'm afraid... let the family come to take care of it."
…
Shen Shi, before sunset.
Zhao Shan almost didn't recognize his younger brother when he saw him at the gate of the camp.
Zhao Lin not only grew taller, but also became stronger. He looked calm and energetic.
"Brother, why haven't we seen each other for a month? You seem to be a different person?"
Although Zhao Lin knew that his brother could not know that he had traveled through time, his heart still thumped, thinking that he really was a different person, but you never noticed it.
"Have I changed?"
He touched his cheek and said with a smile: "Why do I feel that my brother has changed."
"You can't get out otherwise."
Zhao Shan shook his head and smiled bitterly, "They gave me a medicine. I took half of it and put it on, and I became like this."
Mentioning this matter, Zhao Shan asked the question he had been holding in his mind for a day: "Brother, how much did it cost to get me out?"
Zhao Lin said vaguely: "I don't have much money, but I met a noble person."
He decided not to tell it for the time being. Qian Sanming had already said hello and would not disclose it to others.
The origin of that money is unclear, and the fewer people who know about it, the better.
"Not much money?"
Zhao Shan looked suspicious, and suddenly thought of a possibility, and asked: "You don't know how to borrow loan sharks, right? Let me tell you..."
Zhao Lin quickly interrupted: "Don't worry, brother, absolutely not."
"Then sell our land?"
"How much can we get for our few acres of thin farmland? Besides, no one is buying it now."
Zhao Shan observed the situation and saw that Zhao Lin didn't look worried. He felt relieved and asked about his parents' current situation.
The two chatted and laughed, and walked to a place not far from the village. Zhao Lin said to his brother: "Brother, get in the car and lie down. Don't let outsiders see that you can walk."
When Zhao Lin came to pick up his brother, he borrowed a flatbed truck from the village elder.
"good."
Zhao Shan understood the pros and cons and obediently got on the car and lay down.
"Hey, is that Zhao Shan in the car?"
"Tsk, tsk, tsk, why is your brother like this?"
Zhao Lin pushed the flatbed truck through the village, and the villagers gathered around him.
"My brother became seriously ill while doing hard labor. The county released him and said he wanted to see him for the last time..."
Zhao Lin squeezed out two tears and said with a choked voice.
Zhao Shan in the car had dull eyes, his mouth was open, and saliva was flowing down the corners of his mouth.
"It's so tragic. A young man who was quite strong last month."
"Oh, who says it's not..."
Zhao Lin lowered his head to push the cart, walked to a deserted place, and secretly gave a thumbs up, "Brother, you look so good."
"Brother, you're not bad either..." Zhao Shan winked.
After entering the house, the old couple heard the sound and ran out, hugged Zhao Shan and cried.
Although Father Zhao and Mother Zhao knew that their son was pretending to be ill, they still couldn't help crying when they thought of what he had suffered.
Zhao Lin deliberately stood at the door for a while, waiting for his parents to cry enough before closing the courtyard door.
After entering the house, the family calmed down and smiled on their faces.
After dinner was ready, Zhao Shan looked at the food on the table and swallowed. At the same time, his head was a little confused, "When did our family eat meat?"
After absorbing Xiong Zhen's soul, Zhao Lin's appetite became even greater, and he almost couldn't live without meat. In addition, Zhao Shan went home today and prepared quite a sumptuous meal.
"Your brother didn't tell you, did he? He found a job in the county town..."
Father Zhao was happy and told Zhao Lin what happened these days.
Zhao Lin did not tell his family about his resignation, nor did he mention going hunting in the mountains. If he met Huzi's informant, it would be safer to deliberately conceal the knowledge or be completely unaware.
After hearing what Father Zhao said, Zhao Shan realized that he had been away for a month and it was his younger brother who had supported the family. His eyes turned red, and he grabbed Zhao Lin's shoulders and squeezed them hard.
"Brother, I'm afraid you will have to pretend to be sick for a while."
Zhao Lin said and glanced outside the door.
Zhao Shan nodded repeatedly, "I know."
…
In the next few days, Zhao Lin left early and returned late every day. He told his family that he was going to the city to work, but in fact he went to Zhou Paotou's house in Baiqiao Village to wait for news.
"morning!"
Zhao Lin opened the door and saw Liang Song practicing boxing in the yard, so he said hello.
Liang Song originally lived in his cousin's house, but Widow Wang learned that Zhu Dachun was injured and took care of him all day long.
He thought he was an eyesore, so Zhou Paotou happened to be out, so he moved here to stay for a few days.
Zhao Lin moved for a while, and when he got warm, he practiced ax flying in the yard.
He originally wanted to learn archery, but the last time he went into the mountains, he used throwing axes, which had unexpected effects.
The first time he hit Xiong Zhen in the nose with a flying ax, and the second time he punched the black-faced beard through the chest, he couldn't help but change his mind.
If you have enough strength, you can't fully utilize your strengths when using a bow and arrow, but you can with a throwing axe.
As long as the accuracy is correct, the destructive power of the throwing ax is really amazing. He remembered that the Vikings used throwing axes to fight, which could easily break armor and even smash the enemy's shield to pieces.
After practicing flying axes for a while, Zhao Lin asked Liang Song for advice on boxing techniques.
Liang Song had been thinking about revenge against Hu Hu for many years. Although he didn't have money to study with a famous teacher, he still learned two sets of boxing skills from here and there, which made him much better than a layman like Zhao Lin.
Zhao Lin felt that it would be good to practice some basic skills before formally practicing martial arts, so he humbly asked him for advice.
Liang Song didn't hide his secrets and taught him a basic set of five-step boxing.
This set of boxing techniques is not used to hit people, but to practice common footwork such as lunges, horse steps, flash steps, and jumping steps, as well as basic moves such as punches, uppercuts, raised palms, and split palms.
The next step in laying a solid foundation is to learn offensive and defensive routines.
"After you get the money, where are you going to learn martial arts?"
During the martial arts training break, Liang Song asked Zhao Lin a question.
Zhao Lin mentioned to Liang Song that he also wanted to learn martial arts, so he asked this question.
"When I was working as Lifu, I delivered goods to several martial arts schools, but unfortunately I didn't have time to learn more about them."
Zhao Lin recalled for a while and asked: "Do you know which one is good?"
Liang Song shook his head and said: "To be honest, I don't know. I only know the connections, talent, and money. There must be one of the three, but you may not be able to get in..."
The two of them were talking when they suddenly heard a "squeak" and the courtyard door was pushed open, and Zhou Paotou walked in covered with dust.
