Chapter 173 Mountain Forest Lin Zhongzhai

There are mountains and forests outside Xinghua City, and Zhujiazhai is in the Yanyan Mountains in the west of the city. Yang Yanzhao followed Zhu Yan, showing a little calmness in many vigilant eyes.

After a long time, after counting the sentry posts, I finally arrived at Zhujiazhai, surrounded by towering trees, and the jungle trees almost covered the whole cottage, making Zhujiazhai look very hidden.

The terrain is indeed steep, easy to defend and difficult to attack.

Yang Yanzhao sighed secretly in his heart that maybe Qian Bai and others had never thought of sending troops to come, even if they sent troops to encircle and suppress it. In terms of combat effectiveness, Xinghua City may have long been inferior.

Before coming to southern Fujian, one of the orders given to him by the officials was to calm down the chaos here, and the instability of the situation in southern Fujian has a lot to do with these ethnic minorities, which is also an important reason why Yang Yanzhao is a hostage.

Only by going deep into it can they find out what they really need. At that time, what they want can naturally calm down this dispute.

Zhujiazhai is probably a wooden house. At this time, the torches are connected, and the flames flutter with the wind, intertwined with the stars all over the sky, which is also a little spectacular.

Back to the stockade, women in sackcloth gathered around, with joy on their faces, as if they were welcoming those triumphant warriors.

Under the order of Zhu Yan, the young people behind him took orders and went back to their rooms one after another, while Yang Yanzhao stood in the distance like a superfluous person.

The young man who was stopped by Guo Huai's move pushed away a beautiful woman, staring at him with anger in his eyes and approaching him with a mace.

"Zhu Li, step back!"

At this time, Yang Yanzhao realized that this was very hostile to him. The name of the young man with brute force was Zhu Li, which also seemed to live up to his name.

After drinking back Zhu Li, Zhu Yan attracted a little girl dressed in a broken hemp coat, tied with long braids and a timid face, and then said to Yang Yanzhao, "If Xinghua City cares about your life, it should soon exchange my father for you. At present, you are in my Zhujiazhai, and this Zhuxing little girl will take care of it."

With a smile and nod slightly, Yang Yanzhao said thank you very much, so he lived in Zhujiazhai.

The girl who took care of him seemed to be very high-ranking and timid in Zhujiazhai. She always lowered her head and said nothing, just like the frightened deer.

Zhu Yan did not abuse him. He asked Zhu Xing to send some food. It was some boiled meat. The appearance was a little rough and simple. Looking at the table, there seemed to be no chopsticks and so on. He couldn't help smiling, tearing a piece with his hand and putting it in his mouth.

It's chewy and tasteless. It's a pity for Yang Yanzhao to eat such a good meat without some jam, or even some salt flowers.

In the room, the burning oil lamp has a faint fragrance. It should be made of the oil on the animal's body. The cold wind at night is angry, and the wooden windows that have never been closed are blown into the lights.

Seeing the situation, Zhu Xing, who huddled in the corner of the room, hurried forward and closed the open wooden window, and then stood in the corner of the room in fear, with a timid look in his eyes.

Looking at her like this, Yang Yanzhao was a little full and washed his hands in the water beside him. He smiled and said, "Have you eaten? If not, take these back."

It didn't seem to understand, so he fingered again. The latter swallowed, but still didn't dare to go forward.

He took the glazed porcelain bowl and stuffed it into Zhu Xing's hand. Then Yang Yanzhao made a sleeping appearance, pushed the door open and let the little girl leave.

Fased on some hard wooden boards**, and there was silence in his ears. Only the squeaking sound of the oil lamp was suddenly clear in my heart.

How long has it been since this kind of purity?

Although he was deeply involved in the She family, Yang Yanzhao did not worry about being a hostage and soon entered his dream until the rising sun rose.

I got up and opened the window. The freshness was refreshing. Looking around, my eyes were green. I couldn't help laughing and said, "If you die here, it's a good choice."

Not long after, Zhu Xing sent breakfast, which was still boiled meat. In the early morning, Yang Yanzhao could not eat it, so he stuffed it all into the little girl.

Zhu Yan did not send anyone to guard him, so he wandered around the cottage, picked the wild fruits on the edge of the village, wiped off the light fresh water stains on it, and ate it.

The sour is sweet and original, and it is really refreshing.

Turning around, I suddenly heard a weeping sound. I looked up, but I saw a gray and wrinkled old She old girl holding a large piece of meat cut from the animal. The meat seemed to have lost its luster, and I couldn't continue to store it.

Next to the wooden house, the black dog, who was lying on his stomach with squinting eyes, suddenly came to his senses, raised his head and stared at the piece of meat.

The old woman's face was full of reluctance and her hands trembling. Obviously, this piece of meat is one of her few grains. Now she throws it away. I'm afraid there will soon be no food at home.

Seeing this situation, Yang Yanzhao quickly ate the wild fruit in his hand and strode forward, "Grandma, I can help you save this meat."

The old man could not understand the Central Plains dialect. When she heard the words, she was stunned. She looked at Yang Yanzhao, and her eyes were full of panic later.

With an embarrassed smile, Yang Yanzhao realized that the other party didn't understand his words at all. When he was about to continue to draw, an exclamation came from behind him, and then he saw Zhu Xing rushing over quickly with the bowl of boiled meat and leaned against the old wife.

Looking at the situation, it seems that there are two grandchildren.

"Forget it." After touching his nose, Yang Yanzhao planned to turn around and walk aside. Originally, his identity was already embarrassing. If he attracted others, he would be misunderstood.

"It's just a pity for this piece of meat."

He whispered and was about to leave, but suddenly he heard a weak and ambiguous words, "Can you make it better?"

Looking back, it turned out to be the little girl called Zhu Xing. It turned out that she could understand the Central Plains dialect.

"That's natural, but you need something. Do you have salt?"

There was some doubt on Zhu Xing's face. Yang Yanzhao couldn't help taking two steps forward and said with his hand, "It's the white thing that tastes very salty."

Hearing this, the little girl nodded for a long time. With blunt words, she said very hard, "Well, the patriarch's family has it, but my mother-in-law doesn't..."

It turned out that salt was still a high-level thing in this stockade, and ordinary people didn't have it. Yang Yanzhao thought to himself, but this was his fault.

Zhujiazhai mostly hunts for a living. After that, he uses his prey to sell silver money and buy back those things he needs for life. There are only two people left in the Zhuxing family. Usually, even food is a peripheral relief. Is there any spare money to buy salt in Xinghua City at the foot of the mountain?

While thinking about it, there was a loud roar in his ear, followed by the wind hunting, and a force came straight to the back of his head.

Don't guess, it must be Zhu Li. This guy was subdued by Guo Huai in front of Xinghua City. He seemed to have lost face, so he always held a grudge against him.

There was Zhu Yan last night, so he could only swallow his anger. At present, he came out and walked around by Zhu Li, but he was given a chance. With this boxing style, if an ordinary person was hit, it would be strange for half a life.

There is some anger in his heart, but the other party is the son of Zhu Yan. Naturally, Yang Yanzhao can't be cruel. It seems that he has to calm down and doesn't need to be like him.

But this arrogance has to be completely dissipated, so that he can know that there is a sky outside, and there are people outside, and he is not what ordinary people can provoke. Otherwise, he has been quietly with a stick all day long, which is not a headache.

He made up his mind and did not look back. Yang Yanzhao put his body to the side, and then sensed the full strength. His white right hand clenched his fist and collided with the bronze fist waved by Zhu Li again.

Since the other party is proud of his strength, it will kill his invincible frivolity.

"Bum~!"

With a muffled sound, the dust on the ground was clear. The She people who turned back when they heard the sound all looked incredible, just because Zhu Li, a young warrior in the village, was punched away by the thin Central Plains.

"Ao...!"

It seemed to be completely angry. Zhu Li shouted in the air, jumped up from the ground and walked back. When he appeared again, he already had the huge mace in his hand.

Thinking that he had suffered a loss in strength, he remembered the weapons. At this moment, there is nothing about the morality of martial arts in Zhu Li's mind. Only the anger in his chest needs Yang Yanzhao's life to calm down.

His eyes were full of resentment, and he ran wildly. He raised the mace in his hand and hit Yang Yanzhao on the head.

Around, those She men all showed bloodthirsty smiles on their faces, while those women were unbearable and lowered their heads one after another, unwilling to see the upcoming bloody scene.

However, the situation seemed to backfire, and there was another loud noise. Zhu Li was once again robbed of the mace by the Central Plainsman in a strange posture, and then kicked it away.

Suddenly, everyone was stunned.

Zhu Li still seemed to be unwilling, spitting out the dust in his mouth, covering his fists, and rushing over again.

" Stop it!"

With a low roar, Zhu Yan's figure appeared, and Zhu Li's figure was frozen in the distance and did not move at all. Seeing this scene, Yang Yanzhao was suddenly shocked.

He has actually reached the state of momentum. This is a master of great cultivation!

Unexpectedly, there was such a master hidden in this small cottage. Looking at Zhu Yan who came slowly, Yang Yanzhao couldn't help but have a little more respect in his eyes.

When Zhu Yan came to him, he said a word to Zhu Li and scolded him fiercely. After that, the sweaty latter's hands and feet on his forehead resumed his action.

Yang Yanzhao stared fiercely. Zhu Li walked away with resentment and was about to leave, but he heard a voice behind him. He turned his head and saw the extremely annoying face, even with a smile.

"This is your weapon. As a warrior, the weapon is like a life. Naturally, Yang Jing can't take it for himself."

Looking at the mace handed over by his hands, Zhu Li's face was gloomy and scary. For a long time, he said in the middle of his life, "Thank you very much."