Chapter 1 Life is like grass mustard

A fast horse raised a slip of dust on the narrow post road and galloped all the way in the direction of Fengxiang Mansion. The people on the back of the horse had a dusty face. The clothes on his body were a mandarin duck jacket that had faded and was about to be seen as the original color. There was an old iron helmet on his head, and the horse he sat on was already washed like water. However, he still couldn't help beating the buttocks of the sitting horse with a whip, and he didn't mean to cherish the horse at all.

There are only more than 30 miles away from Fengxiang Mansion. As long as he comes out of the mountain, it is safe, but he does not dare to relax at this time. As for whether the sitting horses can withstand such a wild run, it is not his biggest concern. The people on the horse can't help scolding, "It's good to die." How can you let me do this job!"

Although the rider galloped his horse, his eyes had been looking at both sides of the road ahead, and his eyes were full of vigilance. It can also be said that he was very nervous and seemed to be worried about something.

Looking up, although it has arrived in early spring, it is still full of desolation, but the mountains and fields are full of burnt yellow, and the vegetation is withered. In the past, it seems that there is no vitality of early spring. Occasionally, in the small piece of farmland that passes by, there is a dry grass, which has been abandoned. For a long time, the fields have been full of cracks caused by drought, and there are still falling hungers next to the roadside from time to time, which makes people a little unbearable to witness.

"Mom! Damn drought! If it weren't for these five taels of silver, I wouldn't have gone this trip!" The man on the horse couldn't help swearing.

Seeing that there is a mountain pass in front of him. After arriving at the mountain pass, there is a guard house. It is safe to go there. The person on the horse's back relaxed a little and raised his hand to wipe the sweat on his forehead with his sleeve.

But at this time, a rope was suddenly raised on the road in front of him. When he saw it, he was shocked and hurriedly wanted to hold the reins, but it was too late.

Although the war horse has jumped up, it is obviously a little too late. The front hoof still stumbled on this tripping horse. The galloping war horse could not stop at all. After a sad hiss, it fell to the ground.

The emperor on the poor horse had no time to react at all, so he was thrown out heavily and hit the solid ground. He only heard a crisp sound from his neck, and then it was dark in front of him, and he was unconscious.

A dozen people in ragged clothes like beggars stretched out their heads from the barren grass on the road, looked at both ends of the road and found no trace, so they came out.

A tall young man came out. The man is more than 1.82 meters tall and is relatively strong. In this era when the average height of a man is less than 1.6 meters, his height is really rare. Invisibly, it makes him stand out among this group of people. It also makes people feel a little pressured.

In addition, this person did not have hair. He was messy on the top of his head, and there were some grass leaves on it. Obviously, he had not trimmed it for a short time. At the same time, he did not grow a beard. The short stubble made his face look a little rough, and the whole image was a little out of place with this era.

The man carried a polished cold and shiny steel knife in his hand. After leading the crowd came out, he first kicked the man on the ground with his feet. Then he looked down and took off a waist knife from the waist of the man lying on the ground, raised his hand and threw it to a black-faced man, and then he was expressionless. He said, "It's dead! Search if he has anything to eat! Take this knife with you!"

The black-faced man, known as the iron head, grasped the waist knife and took a look at the mottled knife body that had been rusted because of poor maintenance, but there was still a trace of joy in his eyes, but his expression did not change. He exaggeratedly inserted the broken knife into his waist, attracting the rest. A trace of envy flashed in the eyes of several people.

The other people were envious, but they did not dare to neglect it, so they immediately gathered around and began to search the dead person. The leading young man fell down by the roadside, tightened his trouser belt, and looked at the dead man's feet on the ground.

He stretched out his foot to the dead man's feet to compare, then took off the broken shoes on his feet that could no longer be broken, grabbed them and threw them into the roadside ditch. He took off the half-old boots from the dead man's feet, drew his bare feet, and then kicked them in.

"Damn, it's still a little small, and it's hard to find a suitable pair of shoes! It can only make do with it! Damn it!" The tall young man stood up and stamped his feet, cursing and muttering in his mouth.

"Palm plate, there is a letter on this one. We can't read. Look at what's written on it!" A yellow and thin little man handed a letter from the dead to the young man who was wearing shoes.

Xiao Tianjian reached out and took it, pulled open the envelope, and pulled out the letter paper inside. The letter paper was all in traditional Chinese characters. Some words were not familiar with him, but there was no problem to understand what was written.

After reading it, Xiao Tianjian raised his hand and kneaded the letter paper into a ball. Originally, he wanted to throw it away, but after thinking about it, he stuffed it into his arms: "What else is there? This person is an official from Huating County who wants to go to Fengxiang Mansion to ask for soldiers! This is a letter from the Huating County magistrate to the Fengyang magistrate, saying that there is a big pole that wants to attack the county of Huating County and wants Fengxiang Prefecture to send troops to rescue them! But he was unlucky enough, but this letter fell into our hands!"

As Xiao Tianjian answered, he walked to the horse that struggled to stand up on the ground. After checking around the horse, he saw that although one of the horse's front legs was injured, it did not hurt the bone, so he casually tore off two of the worn clothes on his body and wrapped the front legs of the horse. The wound.

This war horse was also clever. It seemed that it felt that this person did not mean to hurt it, so it was much quieter and let Xiao Tianjian wrap the wound for it, and the war horse later even stretched out its head in front of Xiao Tianjian's face and licked Xiao Tianjian with his tongue, as if to show his gratitude, which made Xiao Tianjian more He was a little surprised. He reached out and patted the horse's head and combed the horse's mane. Then he stood up and dragged the war horse hard. The horse struggled with his strength and stood up a few times.

"There are only two black-faced cakes left on this man. I think we'd better kill this horse for a few days! It also saves the cost of food to keep this beast!" After several people searched for the dead man, they picked up the dead man in an instant. When the robber was like this, it was enough. Unexpectedly, he didn't leave a thread for the dead man, and the clothes they took off were gathered together and handed over to a person to carry, but even so, in this dead man Only two pancakes were found on his body, so they surrounded the war horse one after another. While reporting to Xiao Tianjian with two pancakes, he looked at the war horse and said with saliva.

"Get out of here. Can you think of something else besides eating? Although the horse was a little injured, at least its leg was not broken, and it would heal after a few days. It's a pity to kill it! Keep it and it will be useful later! Pull this man into the ditch and bury him! Let's get out of here quickly!" Xiao Tianjian stared at these guys fiercely and scolded them.

Several people looked at Xiao Tianjian's tall figure and the knife on his waist, swallowed a mouthful of foam, and then dragged the dead man to the dry beach beside the road, stripped the dead man, and prepared to dig a pit to bury him, but looking at the body, two guys couldn't help swallowing, one person He even shook his head and said, "It's a pity to bury it like this!"

If this sentence was heard by Xiao Tianjian two months ago, he would definitely be creepy, but this sentence is no longer so harsh in his ears today. In two months, he has seen too many human tragedies. The northwest has been drought for years, and there is almost no harvest. In addition, the imperial court has been flattening for years. Liao Jiafu, the tyranny and tyranny, and the continuous looting of the rebels in the past two years, it is no longer a rare thing for people to eat each other.

However, he does not allow these people to eat human flesh, which is already his last moral bottom line: "Zhao Erlu, have you forgotten what I said? If you want to follow me, don't even think about this matter of eating human flesh. Just dig a hole and bury him quickly. If you dare to kill human flesh, Lima, get out of here!"

The difference from before is that after experiencing this period of grinding, he is no longer the frightened rabbit-like Xiao Tianjian. In order to survive, his heart is much colder, and he can't speak politely to these rough people at all. Otherwise, don't count on him. It's up to you, so he can only convince these guys if he is tougher.

As soon as those people heard it, they really didn't dare to fart one more. They dug a shallow pit in the grass in the river with their hands and eight feet, simply buried the dead, and a group of people quickly disappeared into the mountain under the leadership of Xiao Tianjian.

(Don't miss it when you pass by. If you think you are thin, collect it first, fatten it and then kill it! Please collect it! Thank you very much!)