Of course, Zhao Ming was reluctant to part with any rations.
But there was a reason, and he couldn't bear to continue killing.
Shaking his head, Zhao Ming turned around and walked away, but as he walked, he suddenly found someone following him. When he turned his head, he saw that it was the woman.
Weiwei pulled out the knife, and the woman ran away in panic.
But not long after leaving, Zhao Ming discovered this woman again.
Too lazy to pay attention, Zhao Ming continued to move forward silently, collecting the water in the water bag, then chose a house that was sheltered enough from the wind and lay down with his clothes on, holding the knife in his arms even though he was sleeping but still alert.
The door was blocked with wooden sticks, and anyone trying to enter would surely wake him up.
After just squinting for a while, Zhao Ming couldn't help but frown. The door kept shaking, indicating that the wind was obviously abnormal.
There's something holding it up, so it can't be shaking so badly.
After thinking about it, Zhao Ming pressed the handle of the knife and quietly got out of bed and moved the crossbar. However, as soon as the crossbar was moved, a figure suddenly rolled in like a rolling ball.
Zhao Ming almost cut him off with a single blow, but when he saw the person clearly, he frowned slightly.
"You haven't left yet!"
The woman in front of her was still a little embarrassed when she got up, and her dirt-covered face looked very nervous and uneasy under the moonlight.
Looking at the woman's thin figure and the strong wind blowing outside, Zhao Ming hesitated for a moment and closed the door.
"Find a place to sleep in the house for the night. Don't follow me tomorrow, or I'll kill you!"
Zhao Ming said nothing and continued to rest against the wall of the bed, holding the knife.
Zhao Ming didn't dare to sleep because there was someone there, so he just closed his eyes and rested his mind. However, he didn't know if it was because he was too tired. Gradually, a wave of sleepiness came over him, and Zhao Ming fell asleep even though he was drowsy.
In the dark room, the woman just glanced at the man on the bed, then moved to a slightly more comfortable place and fell asleep as well. She didn't know why she felt much more comfortable sleeping here.
Dimly, Zhao Ming heard some subtle movements, and he suddenly woke up.
After realizing that his knife and food were all there, he breathed a sigh of relief.
Moving his eyes, he discovered that not far away from the stove, a thin figure was squatting and lighting a fire. Hot air was spitting out of his mouth and his whole body was trembling.
The woman's clothes were very thin and tattered. The temperature difference between day and night in Guanzhong was quite large at this time of year. It was really unbearable to wear such a suit all night.
She seemed to have noticed that Zhao Ming had woken up. She trembled slightly again, looked at Zhao Ming cautiously, and at the same time shrank and hid further away.
Zhao Ming ignored the woman, opened the door and looked around. It seemed that there was no one in the village, and then he closed the door.
"Bake it and give it to you when it's done."
Hearing this, the woman stared blankly at the large piece of meat in front of her, a little confused and overwhelmed, and soon became a little scared, shaking her head repeatedly.
"Don't worry, it's not human flesh. This is fragrant meat. I kill people but don't eat them."
Zhao Ming's hoarse voice made the woman sigh in relief.
It's true that people cannibalize people along the way, but they are already crazy. Once they take a bite of human flesh, they will get out of hand and become a lunatic without any scruples.
While the woman was roasting the fragrant meat, she kept looking at the fragrant meat and swallowing her saliva.
It can be seen that the woman is very careful. I don’t know whether her cooking skills are good or not, but the baking is just right and not burnt.
Putting the meat in front of Zhao Ming, the woman watched helplessly and did not dare to reach out to take it.
Zhao Ming directly cut off about a ounce of meat with a knife and handed it to the woman. The woman grabbed it and started chewing it immediately.
Women also don't dare to swallow too fast, they just keep chewing in their mouths.
But no matter how small she chewed, the woman still choked when she swallowed, her face turned red, and she kept beating her chest.
"Drink some, don't drink too much."
Taking the water that was handed to her, the woman sipped it in small sips. She was very obedient and only drank a little until the symptoms were relieved.
Zhao Ming himself also started to eat meat. He didn't eat too much. After eating two taels, he wrapped the remaining fragrant meat in a piece of cloth and put it in his arms.
The roasted meat is fragrant in a short period of time. If it is not hidden well, it will not be able to kill anyone.
Carrying the knife, Zhao Ming went out again, and his escape continued.
At the end of the day, Zhao Ming found that the woman was still following far behind. She tried her best to catch up, but her legs and physical strength were limited and it was impossible to continue.
Zhao Ming just glanced at her silently and did not give the woman any food or water.
The same thing happened the next day, and the woman was still following him from a distance. She was left further behind, and her steps were even more staggering, like a walking corpse hanging behind.
Seeing this, Zhao Ming couldn't help but sigh.
——
Beside a hillside, a bonfire was rising with jumping flames. Zhao Ming glanced at the woman wolfing down food next to him and said calmly, "Mute? Can you speak?"
The woman paused in her eating and drinking movements and nodded hesitantly.
"What's his name? What's the relationship between that man and you?" Zhao Ming asked directly.
One hand actually touched the handle of the knife silently.
"I...I...my name is Tao Yan, that...that person is not...not my man..."
The woman seemed a little awkward after not speaking for a long time, but after drinking water, she spoke much more smoothly.
"Have you read about this name?" Zhao Ming kept staring at the other person.
The woman nodded and shook her head, "In the 15th year of the Republic of China, the Zhensong Army besieged Xi'an Prefecture. They failed to attack the city and then plundered it. I went home to visit relatives and was robbed.
That man... used to be a member of the Suppressing Song Army, but later I heard that man say that the Suppressing Song Army was disbanded, and he became a refugee..."
As if she was afraid that Zhao Ming would misunderstand something, the woman explained, "I...I hate him and will not help him get revenge. I can wash, cook and sing songs. I will do anything you want, as long as you don't leave him behind." I!"
The woman's eyes were full of pleading, and she thought about running away countless times around the man.
It was no use. He escaped a few times but was quickly caught again. Each time he was caught, he was beaten more severely than ever.
Later, when the famine became more serious, there was no way to escape. Escape would only lead to faster death.
The man in front of her now was her only life-saving straw, and she didn't want to give up.
"You used to be a Yangzhou thin horse, right? I think the visit to relatives was also fake. He was probably robbed by the rebels when he was sent to Xi'an. Next time, hide your Yangzhou accent before you lie."
Zhao Ming said coldly, neither saying he would not leave her nor leaving her behind.
After saying all this, he leaned against the hillside and rested with his knife in his hand.
Now that he had a closer look at this woman, she was definitely a delicate beauty.
Coupled with the Yangzhou accent, if it's not a thin horse, then it's a ghost.
After a night of silence, Zhao Ming and Zhao Ming were just about to get up and continue their journey the next day, but suddenly Zhao Ming's expression became condensed, and he quickly lowered his head to the ground and listened carefully.
