The bonfire burned the branches and made a crackling sound.
Zhang Xingyu sat on a rock and was shivering from the cold. He clutched the tattered linen shirt on his body tightly with both hands and moved his butt forward again and again. He wished he could throw himself into the flames to warm his frozen body.
Now is the time for the caravan to reorganize and rest.
In the only wide open space in the vast forest, there were four or five bonfires like this, scattered not far behind him. People surrounding those bonfires were people like him who came to keep warm.
Most of them are cargo owners in the caravan, and they all wear thick sheepskin coats and high boots that are extremely cold-resistant. Some who are afraid of the cold will also add a milky white sheepskin shearling hat.
Caravans often sleep outdoors, and without such equipment it is difficult to survive the early spring nights.
Zhang Xingyu lowered his head and looked at it quietly. He heard that in addition to the cargo owners and the guards accompanying the caravan, there were also several declining nobles. However, he had not seen any of them since he got into the caravan. Those nobles were not eating or drinking.
In a luxurious carriage, it seems there is never any need to get off the ground.
"Damn it, get your butt out of the way quickly, don't stand in front of me."
A man wrapped in a thick cashmere blanket shouted next to him.
Zhang Xingyu turned his attention back and saw that the bonfire in front of him was constantly swaying in the wind, looking like it was about to go out. However, he secretly looked around and found that none of the people sitting around to keep warm were getting up to add firewood.
.
"I'm going to add some firewood."
He still compromised, and the moment he stood up, he seemed to hear the sighs of relief from the people around him.
There was no way... Zhang Xingyu looked at the two things on his body that could barely be called "clothes" and "pants", and walked into the forest despite the biting cold.
"Wait a moment."
Zhang Xingyu heard a voice coming from behind, turned his head curiously, and saw a tall, strong man with a weather-beaten face walking towards him.
The leader of the caravan and the leader in terms of strength, Forsman Delic... Zhang Xingyu recalled the information about this man.
He has the strength and majesty to protect the caravan with his name, but he also has a compassion that belies his status.
And the latter was what allowed him to sneak into the caravan.
I hope I won't be discovered... Zhang Xingyu thought to himself, leaned over and saluted: "Do you need anything else? Mr. Fusman."
He just raised his head and suddenly saw two black figures flying towards him. He was slow to react and was hit directly in the face by those two things.
A pair of canvas trousers with frayed knees and a torn jacket with no left sleeve.
"This is given to you as a reward for your initiative to do things for everyone," Fusman nodded, "What's your name?"
Zhang Xingyu quickly put on his clothes and pants, pretended not to hear Fusman's words, smiled stupidly, turned around and ran away.
After running a long distance away, he could still hear the roar of laughter coming from behind. The fat cargo owners seemed to be laughing at his own shabby status.
I was almost discovered. Alas, I was too reluctant. I guess it will be difficult to get through next time... Zhang Xingyu didn't pay attention and carefully searched for firewood of suitable size and length at the edge of the forest. At the same time, he felt scared.
He was originally an ordinary migrant worker struggling in 996. Recently, he began to prepare for the public examination because he couldn't stand his mother's nagging. Of course, he also had some plans for the future.
One night, he fell asleep at his desk as usual, but when he woke up, he found that he was surrounded by a strange environment.
Relying on the information given to him in his mind, he knew that he had traveled through time. After struggling and being awkward for a long time, he gradually accepted this reality.
But unlike other people who took off directly after time-traveling, he knew nothing about his new identity after time-traveling. Not only that, he didn't even have the initial "resources", and the only tattered linen clothes and trousers he wore were
Found in an abandoned barn.
"After time travel, I still face the embarrassing dilemma, but I changed from the unscrupulous party A and the boss to clothes and food..."
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This was Zhang Xingyu’s first feeling when he came into this world.
In order to survive, he lived alone for three days in the cold early spring, relying only on some unripe wild fruits and even weed rhizomes.
When a team of carriages appeared in front of him, he was about to reach his limit and burst into tears. However, when he went up to ask for help, he was rejected. The other party's reason was:
"I'm sorry, sir, you don't have identification. It's difficult for me to determine whether you are the remnant of the demon that the police are arresting recently. Please allow me to express my deep regret for your experience."
There are still demons in this world? And demons also have identification documents? Are you kidding me? If you don’t want to help, then don’t want to help. Why are you talking about these useless things... Zhang Xingyu was very helpless about this, thinking to himself, could this be the legendary one?
"Euphemistic expression"?
After having the experience of being rejected three times, Zhang Xingyu also found a way.
He found that most of the cargo owners in these caravans did not know each other. As long as they took the initiative to help with something, even the "outsiders" who mixed in would only be regarded as "very sensible" servants of some family.
It is actually very easy to go with the caravan.
So in the end he blended into the caravan in this way, he just had to pay attention to temporarily avoid it during meals and roll calls.
But even so, there were times when the identity of the "infiltrator" was almost discovered, and in this world, not having a name is also a flaw.
"We can only take one step at a time," Zhang Xingyu sighed, "I don't know why I miss my mother so much."
There are mostly pine trees five to six meters high in the forest, and there are also some unnamed varieties mixed in. Thick umbrella canopies grow in and out, blocking the sunlight, so the forest looks particularly dark and deserted.
Soon he collected a pile of broken branches and prepared to walk back. He hoped that the pile of small flames would hold on, because in order to survive in the caravan, he had to do some heavy chores very diligently.
Only then can you not be suspected by others.
Just as he was about to return to the clearing, a person suddenly appeared next to him and patted him hard on the shoulder.
"Who?" Zhang Xingyu was frightened and turned around suddenly.
"It's me, don't you remember?" The visitor flipped down his hood, revealing his brilliant golden hair, and said with a smile, "You are Su Ge, right? Su Ge? Iosig? You must be the great Sora
Only with the guidance of the goddess can I see you here and praise the goddess."
"Suge? Iosig?" Zhang Xingyu looked around, and there was no trace of human activity in the dense forest.
A member of the caravan? He couldn't be an elf in the forest if he was so good-looking... His heart suddenly rose to his throat and he began to get nervous.
Just when he suspected that the other party had discovered his true identity, the blond suddenly narrowed his eyes, blinked hard, then took out a pair of thin-framed glasses from his pocket, and slowly placed them on the bridge of his nose.
"Oh, my goddess, I was really blinded by the night, and I actually mistaken you for a friend I haven't seen for many years," the blond man apologized again and again, "You and he look so much alike, especially since you both have
A head of silky and rare black hair."
Zhang Xingyu, whose identity was not discovered, breathed a sigh of relief silently. He bent down to salute and watched the blond man return to the caravan before returning with the collected firewood.
"Thankfully he was on the carriage at the rear of the caravan, otherwise we would have immediately betrayed him if we went back together."
Zhang Xingyu breathed a sigh of relief and slowly came to the open space. From a distance, he saw a group of people sitting around the fire staring blankly at him.
"Pick up, here comes the firewood."
He quickly reconciled himself.
"I know, throw that damn pile of firewood into the fire." A bearded man yelled.
Zhang Xing didn't say much. He pretended to be submissive and added firewood to the bonfire. As he watched the flames grow stronger little by little, he also felt the warmth coming from his body.
"Come with me for a moment."
Just as he was warming himself by the fire contentedly, Fusman patted him on the shoulder.
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He was discovered... Zhang Xingyu swallowed silently, feeling extremely nervous. He didn't expect that it was the team leader Fusman who discovered him, which left him no room to remedy the situation. He didn't know what Fusman would do to him.
, but he had no choice. From all aspects, he was no match for Forsman, so he could only follow him honestly.
"Here, eat."
I thought I would face a thrilling questioning, but when I saw the apple in Forsman's hand, Zhang Xingyu was still stunned for a moment.
What does this mean? The Last Supper? This is what you have for dinner?
Zhang Xingyu tried hard to look away from the red and plump apple, his throat moved, and he asked: "Dear Mr. Forsman, is this for me?"
"Yes," Forsman looked at his funny appearance with all the clothes on, "you seem to have an unfortunate family?"
Zhang Xingyu stared at Fusman's face for a few seconds, and then his brain was working rapidly.
Did he misunderstand? Did he misunderstand me as someone's servant? That would be easy to handle... Zhang Xingyu nodded pretending to be embarrassed, took the apple from Fusman's hand, showed his teeth and bit it down hard.
The sweet and sour juice and the texture of countless bubbles exploding in his mouth made him want to stop. This was the most delicious thing he had eaten in a week.
In the blink of an eye, there was only one core left in his hand. He licked his lips, still not satisfied.
"Is that your master just now?" Forsman pointed to the carriage team behind him, "Is that the gentleman with blond hair? A rare hair color."
Zhang Xingyu nodded, then buried his head. A very reasonable plan took shape in his mind in an instant. All he had to do was follow Fusman's words.
"May I have your name?"
"Su Ge, Su Ge? Iosig."
"Why didn't you answer when I asked you earlier?"
Because I didn't know before... He muttered in his heart and put on a pitiful look on his face, "I'm just a lowly, humble servant."
"As long as people live by their own strength, there is no distinction between high and low. They are all worthy of respect." Fusman looked at him, "If you are willing, you can come to my place to help with some chores after you enter the city.
, it will always keep you full.”
"Of course, the premise is that you have to greet your host and complete the corresponding procedures."
"Thank you for your kindness, and please allow me to praise your noble qualities on behalf of my master."
"Okay, let's go back quickly. We are about to leave. We are expected to arrive in York in the evening." Forsman patted him on the shoulder and said with a smile, "Throw away the apples after you finish them.
There are new ones.”
After speaking, Forsman left, leaving Zhang Xingyu standing alone.
Not far away came the shouts of people getting ready to set off, which sounded like another world. Zhang Xingyu felt the gentle wind blowing past him, but it didn't seem that cold anymore.
"I'm sorry, uncle, I don't want to lie to you, but I really have no choice..." Zhang Xingyu said silently in his heart, "I will survive on my own strength, and I promise you that I will not harm anyone's interests.
I just want to survive now."
He glanced at the apple core in his hand, stuffed it into his mouth, chewed it vigorously, and finally raised his head slightly and swallowed it.
Sugar? Iosig? Sounds like a good name. If it's someone familiar to the blond, then at least I won't be recognized if I use it now. Well, just be careful to stay away from the blond.
Thinking of this, Zhang Xingyu felt a sense of relief in his body. He didn't know if it was the power brought by an apple. He looked at the sky covered by tall trees and there was only a sliver of sky left, and suddenly wanted to laugh out loud.
"Okay, let's use the name Su Ge Iosig for the time being. I feel quite destined."
Zhang Xingyu looked at the caravan that started to move slowly, smiling slightly because he had found new hope.
At this moment, a shrill wolf howl suddenly came from deep in the forest.