Lu Ming was stunned, "Listen to the room? What room do you listen to?"
"Just... just listen..." The saint was shy and didn't know how to explain. Could it be that she wanted to listen to her? She pursed her lips and had to say, "Tonight is our bridal night. You can't go out of this door, otherwise it would be unlucky."
Lu Ming tilted his head and looked at the saint, murmured: "I am now marrying my beloved woman... bridal chamber... and then having a baby..."
Lu Ming suddenly felt the temperature of the saint holding his hand gradually increasing, his body was trembling slightly nervously, and his breathing began to become rapid, which seemed so tempting under the candlelight.
Lu Ming instinctively rushed up and pressed towards the saint. The saint cried out in a coquettish voice, but instinctively shy, but subconsciously there was an urge to resist.
There is oppression, there is resistance, and there is resistance, there is suppression. However, Lu Ming's physical fitness is so strong that in an instant, the saint surrendered and catered to him.
That night, the mountain rain had arrived, and it was a storm. Several young people outside the door who were urging by their elders to come to study were stunned.
Time always passes by inadvertently. In the blink of an eye, three months have passed, the mountains and forests are still lush, but the crops have begun to turn yellow. People who are as severely lacking time as Lu Ming have a rare relaxation. However, the difference is that this time it is not Lu Ming's independent consciousness.
Lu Ming stood by the edge of the field, watching the grain he planted with one hand matured, a satisfied smile appeared on his face, which was hope for the autumn harvest and an unprecedented sense of accomplishment.
On the other side of the field, the old man squatted in front of his land, looking at the plump crops, but his face was filled with sorrow.
"Oh! Time is coming, and the bandits are coming!" The old man sighed. In the mountains of Shanlintun, there were a group of fierce bandits, with more than 100 people, which was twice as many as the male men in the whole village. They earned money by pinning their heads on their belts. Naturally, these small villages looked down on them. Their leaders knew very well how to do things. They did not fight or kill the villagers. However, they would pay tribute every year when harvesting, and only left ten bags of food for each family as food rations for farming next year, and all the rest were stolen.
The government is unable to seize the mountains in this stretch of mountains. Moreover, the number of bandits is actually twice as fast as that of the town's constables.
The harvest in previous years was very average, and the bandits did not collect much food, but this season was a bumper harvest, which actually means that it has nothing to do with you.
Seeing that the food in his hand was about to be lost, the old man's face was covered with sorrow. He looked up and saw Lu Mingzheng very happy. He shook his head immediately, and had to tell the child the news so that he would suffer a loss.
"Iron egg!"
The old man called Lu Ming, because he was so seriously injured and soaked in the river for so long. Fatty Huang almost only prescribed a few doses of tonics. This shows that his life is as hard as iron, and he forgot his name, so the old man called him Tiedan, and the villagers also called him the same. The saint was called pear blossom, meaning that she was as white and beautiful as pear blossoms.
After explaining the matter briefly to Lu Ming, the old man reminded him: "After collecting the grain, keep ten bags and keep them well. No one can tell what the bandits are thinking."
Lu Ming nodded honestly and said nothing. In his opinion, since this is the rule here, just do it.
The old man smiled with relief, but with a hint of bitterness. The bandits have been hovering in this area for more than ten years, causing great losses to many surrounding villages, but I don’t know when this holiday will end.
At noon, Lu Ming came back from selling firewood and saw smoke rising from a distance from his chimney. He grinned, picked up two big fish and a whole piece of lamb leg meat in his hand, and walked quickly towards the house.
"Lihua, I'm back."
At this moment, the saint was wearing a long blue cloth dress all over her body, an apron around her waist, and was busy around the pot. When she heard the shouts, she immediately greeted her. Seeing Lu Ming coming back, a happy smile appeared on her face and said, "Tiedan, why are you in such a good mood today?"
Lu Ming smiled and said, "The autumn harvest is coming soon. I have been relying on the three masters and three grandparents for the past three months. What we can repay now is only a meal."
"Well, yes!" the saint sighed: "We two no longer know how much we owe them. Husband, promise me that if we become rich one day, we cannot forget them."
"Silly girl, my surname is so good, how could I forget it?" Lu Ming smiled and said, "You do it first, I'll call the third master's family."
If the people in the Sword Hall saw this scene, especially when they heard this title that contained a full of rural atmosphere, they would probably all fall to the ground.
The meal was ready soon, and a table of people sat in the courtyard. The fragrance of fish and the fragrance of trees and flowers were enjoying the relaxed and refreshing feeling that could never be felt in the city.
However, facing this rare and hearty dish, the saint looked pale and kept taking a deep breath quietly, as if she wanted to suppress something.
"What's wrong with you? Where is it uncomfortable?" Lu Ming immediately realized something was wrong with the Saint.
The saint waved her hand strongly. This small movement seemed to touch the volcano that was about to erupt. She immediately tilted her body and began to vomit. Looking at her like that, she seemed to have her stomach vomited into her throat, but she didn't spit out anything.
"Marry...ah...lamb..." The saint spitted, pointing back at the mutton, his terrified look as if he had encountered a natural enemy.
Lu Ming was shocked. He instinctively grabbed the saint's wrist. If it were before, he would have released a ray of true energy and poured it into the saint's body to find out what happened. But now he grabbed the saint's wrist and patted her back with his other hand. Although he was very impatient, he was completely at a loss.
"What's wrong with the mutton?" The old man was also shocked and was about to look for the genius doctor Huang. He was secretly glad that he didn't offend the fat man, but the third lady grabbed his wife with a smile.
"Tiedan, my third lady wants to congratulate you, you are going to be a father!"
The old man's words made Lu Ming stunned, and suddenly felt a nauseous and distant word quickly descending on him, "Hehe..." He smiled foolishly.
After exhaling, the saint's face looked shy and felt a little embarrassed to meet people, but there was a happy smile on the corner of her eyes, and she couldn't help but sigh secretly, "What else can make people feel happier than having a child for her beloved man?"
The harvest time is coming soon, but during this period, Lu Ming has worked harder to chop wood in his spare time. He wants to increase nutrition for his children and the mother on the ground. When he is richer, he will bring some fish to dozens of households in the village.
But what made Lu Ming uncomfortable was that when he was working in the field, he always felt countless pairs of eyes staring at him, and the feeling of constantly stabbing his back was restless.
Gradually, Lu Ming discovered that many people were ambushing near the forest. They were accompanied by steel swords. There was a tall and strong man with furry all over his body, and even dragged a giant sword that was nowhere shorter than him.
These people were scattered in the mountains and forests, staring at the villagers working in the fields at the foot of the mountain. Their fierce eyes were like hungry wild wolves.
"These are all sent by the bandit leader, mainly to monitor whether we have hidden the food secretly. When we have harvested it, they should all come." The old man whispered from the side. Obviously he was used to it, but there was a kind of sadness in his tone.
Lu Ming frowned and said nothing. If it were in the past, he would have no need to think about everything. But now his brain is like a blank piece of paper, and he also thinks that things others don’t object to. Since this has been like this in the village for more than ten years, it is the rules.
The pace of life in the mountains becomes faster with harvest. Every family tries their best to keep the grains in the warehouse. Although they can plant two seasons of grain every year, each family has no food to store.
One morning when the last family had harvested all the food, the deafening sound of horse hooves sounded in the nervous hearts of countless people.
The old man stood up in a flash, then slowly sat down again, sighing, "Here you come."
At this moment, on the relatively spacious cross street in Shanlintun, there were grain like a hill piled up, piled up bag by bag, and the adult men in the village were standing around waiting.
Lu Ming also stood aside. The village was very small, but some families were inevitably full of population and did not have enough food, so those with more harvests would take more to make up the numbers. You can feel that everyone is very united.
In a dusty dragon, a row of knights rushed into the villagers' vision. The leader of the knight was riding a tall, long-headed horse with only a leather waistcoat on his upper body, revealing the knots, like snakes coiled on it.
He was holding a big sword with two hands in his hand. Judging from the width and thickness of the sword, he knew that the weight was not light, but he was holding it lightly.
Behind him were forty or fifty knights, and the charge seemed to be on the battlefield, which made the villagers' steps retreat involuntarily. The gap during the period was simply incomparable.
Lu Ming raised his eyelids and looked away. There were forty or fifty people at the end. They were all driving a big cart, obviously ready to pull food. But what made Lu Ming feel strange was that these people were all holding swords, including huge swords, long swords, and thin swords...
The models vary, but everyone has them. It seems that these swords are their weapons. Lu Ming feels a kind of intimacy, as if familiar and has a great connection with the sword. However, after careful searching, he can't think of when he has seen these. (To be continued.)