"run!"
Zhao Ming growled lowly and grabbed his own things and ran away without caring about Tao Yan.
But after running a few steps, he was surrounded by a group of eight riders.
This group of people were wearing short coats and holding uncut knives in their hands. Looking at their clothes, they didn't look like bandits, let alone refugees. There was only one possibility.
Several people saw that Zhao Ming and Tao Yan were both smiling playfully. Although their faces were a little shabby, they were definitely full of food and drink.
Zhao Ming didn't say a word, just silently holding the handle of the knife tightly, and the blade of the knife was constantly vigilant against these men.
"Lian Jiazi?"
The leader, the bearded man with Chinese characters on his face, asked, and then shouted, "Kill me!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the man put one hand on the saddle, and on the side of his waist, he slashed with a knife from high to low like an autumn wind sweeping down fallen leaves, and slashed at him extremely quickly.
Zheng! ~
The sound of the knife sounded almost simultaneously with Tao Yan's scream.
Clang! ~
The next moment, sparks flew everywhere and the two knives collided.
After the sword fell, the leading man nodded with some satisfaction.
The young man in front of him just turned around casually, and at the same time, the blade of the blade was dragged on his back by inertia, blocking his vigorous sweep.
The young man probably hadn't eaten or drank much for a long time, and his physical strength was extremely weak. Although he blocked it, he staggered a few times and almost fell to the ground.
"He is indeed a practicing master, a swordsman?"
"Um."
"Who were you following before?"
"Blackback!"
"Who is this black back you are talking about? What's his surname?"
"Tiger Touwan!"
"Haha! Okay! What do you call me brother? I think you like it. If you mess with me, you will stutter if you work hard!"
The man laughed, obviously very satisfied with Zhao Ming's response.
Tao Yan on the side was a little confused and didn't quite understand what was being communicated here.
"Thousands of lights, just one name and one inscription!"
Zhao Ming said, feeling relieved in his heart, and his hand holding the knife relaxed.
"It turns out it's brother Zhao Ming. I'm responsible for all the troubles, and I only have the word "power" in my name!" The man smiled and patted his chest.
"It turns out...it's Chang...Chang...Wei brothers!"
Zhao Ming was a little embarrassed, everything in this world was really strange.
——
The two rode on this deserted belt, and in front of them was a group of riders led by Brother Chang. They were talking and laughing.
After just chatting with these people, Zhao Ming finally understood what these people were doing.
He was neither a bandit nor an official, but the caretaker of a wealthy family, showing off to Mr. Feng.
The day before yesterday, someone sent a message saying that the knife bandit Han Laosan was coming to borrow food, not too much, just one hundred dan.
Master Feng naturally does not allow this.
This stone is 120 kilograms, and this is twelve thousand kilograms of grain.
In this year of great calamity, Mr. Feng's Zhuangzi only had four to five hundred shi of grain in total. One hundred shi of grain seemed like nothing.
But there are nearly a thousand people in such a large village, and everyone eats horse chews. This food can only survive this year, so save some food to last two years.
But what if the famine continues?
And once this hole is opened, will Ma Laosan and Zhang Laowu emerge from behind?
This is a group of greedy worms. Mr. Feng knows this very well and will fight without any discussion at all.
Brother Chang and his team came out to find some relatively young victims to use for their lives.
The young victims can still be beaten and killed when given some food, but the old ones cannot.
Zhao Ming's series of actions just now earned the respect of this group of people, and he even gave up a horse to Zhao Ming alone, and even allowed Tao Yan to accompany him.
After going in circles for a long time, the horse team gathered seventeen or eight more young victims behind them.
These people all walk on two legs.
"Hey, why did that person believe you? What do you mean by black spine? What do you mean by tiger head and ten thousand people? Why does that person have such a good attitude towards you all of a sudden?"
Tao Yan asked softly in Zhao Ming's arms. This was a question that had puzzled her for a long time.
"Black Ridgeback is the nickname of the swordsman, Hu Touwan is the swordsman's surname, and he refers to Fuping swordsman Wang Shoushen, who is very famous in the circle of swordsmen in Guanzhong.
Most of these people have also washed their hands in a golden basin, and are very familiar with these twists and turns. But when I think about it, I wasn’t a strong person before. "
Zhao Ming whispered, the reason why this group of people were not strong men before was because the black backs themselves were chivalrous and righteous people.
To be able to show admiration upon hearing the name Fuping Swordsman, I guess he is not a bad person.
But it's all nonsense to think so much. The key is that these people are asking for something from him, and foreign enemies are involved. Even if they want to harm him at this time, they will not do it now.
When we arrived at Fengjiazhuang, it was built like a city, and everywhere was filled with the majestic scenes of the Central Plains.
Although the style is not as graceful as southern gardens, this rough style is the most practical here.
However, Zhao Ming walked through and took a look. The village was built one floor after another, with walls inside one ring and alleyways crisscrossing it.
Not to mention, it does look quite difficult. I guess just looking for someone would make them dizzy from all the twists and turns.
It’s just that...the knife bandit is a fool? How could you say such cruel words knowing that it is such an easy-to-defend and difficult-to-attack place?
Knife bandits usually don't have many people in a wave. The small ones are only a few dozen people, the larger ones are hundreds of people, and the larger ones are all rebel bandits who want to rebel.
The sword bandits are usually on horseback, they come and go like the wind, and they win with fewer but more powerful people. As for attacking a city, they will not be stupid enough to do it unless they rebel.
During the revolution in the last years of the previous dynasty, rebellions by swordsmen were common. Swordsmen with a high reputation for being chivalrous and righteous could attack a city with a wave of their arms, and thousands of people could gather together to attack the city.
But can this wave of knife bandits who only seek food and have no clear faith really break through the city?
While following Chang Wei and the others, Zhao Ming also thought to himself that the twists and turns in Fengjiazhuang were not easy.
"Old Chang, is this the person you brought back?"
A middle-aged man who looked like a butler looked at Zhao Ming and his group with a very arrogant expression.
"Hey~ Manager Liu, it's this group of people. As you know, those who could escape the famine nearby have already fled. These are the victims of the disaster who came from far away.
The wind and sun, the lack of food or drink, seemed a bit frustrating, so I gave him some food, took a bath and changed my clothes, and I felt refreshed. "
Chang Wei said and quickly stepped forward with a smile and cupped his hands. Obviously, he seemed to be nothing in front of Manager Liu.
"Well, okay, let's give each person a few steamed buns to wash their saliva with. Didn't we still have some old clothes before? Let them change into them. It stinks!"
As he spoke, Manager Liu couldn't help covering his nose with a handkerchief, and was very dissatisfied with the bad smell of the victims around him. But suddenly he was stunned and pointed at Tao Yan beside Zhao Ming, "Hey! Why is there a woman here!"
