Chapter 1: Drive out the Hulu and restore our mountains and rivers
The red sun was high and the sun was as hot as fire. Zhang Yangquan walked along the mountain road for more than an hour with his backpack on his back, his face becoming more and more suspicious.
He is a grain salesman who has just graduated from college. This afternoon, he was riding a small electric bicycle through the mountain road, preparing to go to a village to sell grain seeds.
The mountain road was rugged and steep, and someone put a stone at the corner. The wheel rolled over it, and the whole person was thrown down the mountain road.
When he woke up, he found that he was lying on a grassy slope with no injuries on his body, and the mountain road environment seemed different from what he had remembered.
Suddenly, he caught a glimpse of white on the roadside from the corner of his eyes. He turned around and shuddered... There was a skeleton on the roadside!
What age is this? No matter how closed the place is, it is impossible to kill someone and not even bury the body!
While I was wondering, a strange sound came from behind.
"嘘嘚!嘚嘚!"
Zhang Yangquan hurriedly turned around, only to see dust flying and a team of horses rushing towards them. The people on the horses were all wearing coarse cloth short clothes, with their hair tied up and wrapped in cloth.
"Ancient people!"
Zhang Yangquan's heart trembled. Combining everything that happened before, he finally understood that he was probably "travelling"!
In the blink of an eye, this group of people surrounded Zhang Quan, each with a fierce look in their eyes. One of them, a tall man with a beard, raised his whip and shouted: "What are you doing sneakily here, Wu?"<
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"Cough! Cough!"
Zhang Shouyang choked on the smoke, covered his mouth and nose, and looked at these people, his head was spinning.
The other party spoke with a thick accent. He didn't hear it clearly for a while, so he asked: "What did you just say?"
As soon as he spoke out, the faces of the group of people became even fiercer, and one person shouted: "The accent is wrong, it must be a Tatar trick, kill him!"
"This guy doesn't wear a hat, he doesn't seem to be an officer of the Yuan Dynasty!" Some people retorted.
"Idiot, since he is a craftsman, he must disguise himself. Look at his hair and clothes, they don't look like us Han people at all!"
"Could he be a monk?"
"There's no temple nearby, so where can the monks come from?"
Zhang Yangquan listened carefully for a while, and finally managed to understand what they were saying, and waved his hands hurriedly: "I am a Han, not a Tatar!"
"Fart! There has never been a Han like you on Yangzhou Road... Besides, even if you are really Han, you are still a lackey of the Yuan thieves!" The big man with the beard glared, and reached out to touch the handle of the knife at his waist.
At this moment, a clear female voice suddenly came from behind: "Wang Da, what are you doing here, why don't you return to the village!?"
As soon as he finished speaking, the crowd surrounding Zhang Yangquan divided like a tide.
A woman approached on horseback. She was wearing a cross-collar skirt, purple clothes and blue clothes, and a white cloak. She was about seventeen or eighteen years old, with delicate features and elegant appearance.
"Second village leader, if you find a Tatar working in secret, what should you do?" asked the bearded man.
"No, I am not a Tatar, I am a refugee who escaped from other places!" Zhang Yangquan shouted hurriedly.
They were Tatars, Yuan thieves, and from Yangzhou Road. He suspected that he had just arrived in the Yuan Dynasty.
The woman in purple looked at him for a moment and suddenly smiled at him. Zhang Yangquan thought he had escaped, but he heard her say: "Kill him, drag the body back to the village, and let everyone eat meat in the evening!"
Zhang Yangquan was stunned. This sweet-looking second village leader not only wanted to kill him, but also wanted to eat his flesh?!
I saw the bearded Han King dismounting from his horse, drawing out his sword, and walking over with a murderous look on his face. Zhang Yangquan shouted angrily: "You eat all the same kind, are you humans or animals?"
The leader of the second village frowned and said: "Everyone is starving to death, why do we care so much! Wang Da, why don't you do something?!"
The bearded man raised his steel knife from the corner of his eye, and Zhang Yangquan said hurriedly: "I have something to eat, so don't kill me, I'll give you all the food!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the delicate second village leader laughed loudly, and his laughter was as sweet as a silver bell, and everyone else also laughed non-stop.
Zhang Yangquan said bravely: "What's so funny? Don't you want to eat? I'll trade my life with food, why not?"
The leader of the second village smiled and said: "You Tatar are so stupid, we are bandits, your things have been ours for a long time, we cannot use you as a bargaining chip!"
Zhang Yangquan said anxiously: "I've already said they are refugees, why don't you believe me?"
The second village leader's smile faded and he said coldly: "Do you think this girl is stupid? All the refugees are hungry and have sallow complexions and skinny skin. How can they be as fair and fair as you?"
Zhang Yangquan thought for a while and said: "Although I am a refugee, I am not a poor man. I came to Yangzhou Road to escape the war. I encountered bandits on the way and was separated from my family!"
The second village leader frowned and carefully examined his expression, as if checking whether he was lying.
"Who among the Han people in the world doesn't want to expel the Hulu and restore our mountains and rivers? I came to Yangzhou Road just to join the rebel army and kill the Mongolian Tatars!" Zhang Yangquan was afraid that the other party would see the flaw, so he added that since these bandits are against the government,
They must love hearing these words.
Hearing what he said, the second village leader really stopped the bearded man.
"Wang Da, put the knife away, tie him up first and take him back to the stronghold!"
Zhang Yangquan let out a long breath, his back was soaked with sweat. In any case, his life was temporarily saved.
With his hands tied, Zhang Shouyang followed the bandits and continued walking along the mountain road.
There are about thirty people in this group of bandits, with only seven on horseback, and the others are following behind. Most of them have sallow complexions, sunken cheeks, and look malnourished.
Despite this, the bandits still walked vigorously and followed the cavalry effortlessly. However, Zhang Shouyang was carrying a large backpack, so it was a bit difficult to follow.
There is indeed food in this backpack, but it is just grain and vegetable seeds to be sold. I have to find a way to get through later, but I can't let them eat the seeds.
Since these are troubled times, food must be scarce. These seeds are the foundation of his life and must not be lost.
After walking for a while, I suddenly heard the thunderous sound of water. Following the sound, I saw a waterfall hanging from the cliff in the distance. The water was surging and majestic.
As everyone passed by the waterfall, the mountain path became steeper and steeper. Everyone on horseback in front also dismounted and pulled their horses forward.
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After walking for a while, I turned a corner and saw a misty cloud ahead. I could faintly see a straight and dangerous road about ten feet wide. On the left was a downward slope, connected to a valley. On the right was an abyss with no bottom. p>
This group of bandits knows how to choose a place, and the gate of the cottage is built at the end of the dangerous road.
The village gate is about two feet high and made of thick and thick logs, bamboo strips, and iron wires. There is an arrow tower on the left and right, and several figures can be vaguely seen on the arrow tower.
When passing through the dangerous passage, everyone walked side by side. Zhang Yangquan crouched down and lowered his center of gravity, for fear of slipping and falling into the abyss.
"The Second Village Master is back, open the door quickly!" Wang Da's rough voice sounded from the front.
The gate of the cottage was opened from the inside, and Zhang Yangquan followed everyone into the village.
Looking around, there are only a few scattered houses behind the village gate. The mountain road leads directly to the top of the mountain. At the end of the top of the mountain, rows of houses can be vaguely seen.
At this time, the charming Second Village Leader strolled over, unceremoniously snatched the backpack from Zhang Yangquan's back, and rummaged through it.
After searching for a long time, I found that the "package" in front of me could not find the cloth head.
Zhang Yangquan was secretly amused, but he did not dare to show the slightest hint of ridicule on his face. When he saw her looking up, he hurriedly said: "Don't worry, heroine, please untie the rope on my hand, and I will tell you how to open it!"
The leader of the second village smiled and said: "I am a bandit, not a heroine! This package of yours is so weird, how come I have never seen it before?"
With that said, he came up behind Zhang Yangquan, untied the rope that tied him, and handed him his backpack.
With a "crash", Zhang Yangquan opened the zipper of his backpack, hesitated for a moment, and said: "Miss Village Leader, the food in my bag is not for eating now, but for the future..."
Before he finished speaking, he felt his hands were empty. The second village leader had snatched the backpack, rummaged inside and grabbed many transparent bags.
She looked at one of the transparent bags, with a flash of anger in her eyes. There were actually more than a dozen rice grains inside.
"Is this the food you're talking about?" The second village leader's eyes flashed with a dangerous light.
Zhang Yangquan said hurriedly: "This is high-quality rice seed, and the yield is far better than the rice you grow. As long as you plant my kind of rice, I guarantee that you will not go hungry in the future!"
The second village leader looked at him for a moment, bit his lower lip and said: "We are starving to death now, so what about the future? Besides, we live in the mountains and can't grow rice at all, so what do we need from it?"
Seeing murderous intent flashing in the opponent's eyes again, Zhang Yangquan felt anxious. Just as he was about to explain, the sentry on the archery tower suddenly shouted loudly.
"The Yuan thief officers and soldiers are coming up the mountain!"