Guo Dajing took out two pheasants from the rag bag, showed them to everyone with a smile, and said: "Boil - roast?"
"Cook it and eat it. I like to drink broth." Xiaoni understood what Brother Jing meant best and made her choice happily.
Sister Li Xiu stood up with a smile and said, "I'll pack and cook the meat."
Guo Dajing nodded, handed the pheasant to Sister Li Xiu, and was pulled by Xiaoni to the fire to keep warm.
Zhao Qingshan was busy minding his own business in silence. After polishing the tip of the gun, he took the wooden pole leaning against the wall and it was almost polished.
He pressed the head of the gun and cut the wooden poles for a while, then put them together and fixed them firmly. He also tied a tassel made of rags under the head of the gun, and the long gun was officially completed.
"Try to see if it fits your hand?" Zhao Qingshan handed the spear to Guo Dajing. Although his expression was no longer fierce and cold, his tone still did not change much.
Guo Dajing reached out and took it, and immediately felt the difference.
Jujube wood is hard, heavy, and tough. It is one of the most suitable materials for gun shafts in the Northeast.
The sharp gun head is made of high-quality steel and ground very sharp, giving people a sense of invincibility.
Guo Dajing was almost 1.8 meters tall. This spear was taller than him, about two meters in length, which should have been a relatively standard length at that time.
The room was small, so Guo Dajing could only hold it in his hands. After holding it tightly, he made a lunging movement. He was full of energy and energy.
Zhao Qingshan pursed his lips, a look of admiration flashed through his eyes, but then his face became expressionless. He lowered his head slightly and stared at the fire, not knowing what he was thinking.
"Thank you! Uncle Zhao." Guo Dajing put away his gun and thanked him word for word. He sat down and stroked the spear, unable to hide his fondness.
Sister Li Xiu was quick with her hands and feet, neatly picking up the two pheasants and cooking them into earthen pots.
Although there was a lack of seasoning, the smell of meat came out, and the two children almost drooled, staring at it eagerly, and their stomachs growled unsatisfactorily.
Zhao Qingshan seemed to have figured out something. He stood up and walked to Guo Dajing's side, patted his shoulder, turned around and left the room.
Guo Dajing lowered his eyes and thought for a moment, then stood up and followed him out.
The night was dark and the moon was hazy. Zhao Qingshan stood by the broken courtyard wall outside the house, hands behind his back, looking across the way silently.
Last night, there were lights there. Now, it's pitch black.
Guo Dajing walked over slowly, half a body behind Zhao Qingshan. After standing still, he waited for Zhao Qingshan to speak.
After a long while, Zhao Qingshan said in a deep voice: "Don't kill all the wild animals. If you eat them, you will live an extra day or two. Save a little, and run away if you can!"
Guo Dajing was stunned for a moment, then turned to look at Zhao Qingshan.
The moonlight fell on Zhao Qingshan, and he did not turn his head. He could only see clearly the thick, dark beard on his face under the pale moonlight.
"In this world, even those who are soft-hearted and kind-hearted will not live long." Zhao Qingshan pointed to the dilapidated house opposite, his voice was low, but he did not sigh sadly, "You can't even save yourself, so there is no need to work blindly. You hide in the cave.
I have seen the things and know what you are thinking."
Guo Dajing was a little surprised. There was nothing hidden in the cave, only a few small prey and the skis he had whittled.
After a moment of silence, Guo Dajing said briefly but firmly: "Everyone - go!"
Zhao Qingshan suddenly turned his head, his eyes shining in the moonlight, staring at Guo Dajing, without saying anything for a long time.
Slowly turning his head, Zhao Qingshan laughed self-deprecatingly and said: "Are you all leaving? Where can we get so much food? If you escape alone, you will have a narrow escape. If you bring a few more burdens with you, you will definitely not survive."
"Yes!" After Guo Dajing answered, he took two steps forward and pointed the direction to Zhao Qingshan, "The farm! There is food!"
"There are grains and Jurchens." Zhao Qingshan suddenly raised his voice as if angry and stared at Guo Dajing fiercely, "How many can you hit with a broken gun? Cutting off your stupid head with one knife is like killing a chicken.
Similar."
Guo Dajing and Zhao Qingshan looked at each other with burning eyes, without flinching at all. After a while, he suddenly grinned and said: "Kill them all!"
"You -" Zhao Qingshan raised his hand and pointed at Guo Dajing, but under Guo Dajing's firm gaze, he put it down weakly.
As soon as the door opened, Xiaoni stuck her head out and called out: "Uncle Zhao, Brother Jing, come in for dinner."
Guo Dajing smiled and nodded, extending his hand to signal that Zhao Qingshan should go first.
Zhao Qingshan was still angry, snorted heavily and walked back into the house silently.
Guo Dajing smiled slightly and followed him. His thoughts, which were still vague and hesitant at first, became firm after this incident.
………………
Escape is certain. This is Guo Dajing's idea since he woke up, and it will not change no matter what.
Being enslaved, abused, and even accompanied by death is a precarious situation that is unacceptable to the souls of future generations. The "freedom" that Wallace called for was the most instinctive and simple voice of Guo Dajing.
Even if he knew the historical trend, Guo Dajing's identity and status determined that he could not do much. At least in the short term, his words were ignored, no one listened, and no one believed him.
However, Guo Dajing believes that he did not travel through time for no reason. God gave him a space and a painful experience. Could it be that God will give him a great responsibility?
His ability is limited and he cannot save everyone, but no one is a savior, and no one asks Guo Dajing to do so. Just like Zhao Qingshan, he hopes that Guo Dajing can escape, but he is left to take care of himself.
But Guo Dajing knew that he had the ability to save people, not all, but at least Xiaoni, Li Xiujie, Li Xiucheng and Zhao Qingshan.
Just like the boy who put the stranded fish back into the sea on the beach at low tide. He couldn't pick up hundreds of small fish. Besides, in the eyes of others, who would care.
But this one cares, that one cares, all the little fish he puts back into the sea care...
In Guo Dajing's eyes, Xiaoni cares, Sister Li Xiu cares, and Zhao Qingshan also cares.
There are also Chen Sanxiang and Chen Sihe.
In fact, all Liao people who want to live a good life care about it. It’s just that——
Guo Dajing once again stood on the top of the mountain, looking at the Jurchen manor in the cold wind, and narrowed his eyes.
Today, he came out alone, deliberately avoiding the Chen brothers.
It's not that he's worried about dividing the prey. Although Guo Dajing is not a holy mother, he is not that selfish.
Guo Dajing looked around for a moment, then turned and walked into the snow-covered woods.
Deep in the woods, after Guo Dajing confirmed that no one was around, he closed his eyes slightly, concentrated his mind, and entered the space.
There is no need to go to the warehouse to specifically check the warehouse. Guo Dajing has detailed entry and exit records. Moreover, he has a rough idea of what is there and how much it is.
Guo Dajing came in this time mainly to get a big killer weapon. Since it has been proved that space is a two-way access, he has no worries.