The son of a thousand gold medal cannot sit in the hall.

Although Xiaoyu's treasures are far less than that of a daughter, she has already looked at the things she does.

"Fengzi, why haven't the village leader come back yet?" said Xiaoyu, who was nestled beside the stove.

"I don't know, something may have been delayed. There are so many delicious food and drinks in the city, and I want to go there too." Fengzi said in an envious tone, but still had straw ropes on his hands.

"You should go and have a look, it will be bad if you encounter a robber." Xiaoyu said worriedly.

"Bandits? Are we just robbers? It would be nice if we don't rob others, but others can rob us?" Fengzi said carelessly.

"There are many, government officials, gentry, scholars, and scholars, who can grab any of them." Xiaoyu counted carefully one by one with his fingers.

"…so." Fengzi was speechless.

"Where is Brother Futong?" Xu Jiang's questioning voice inserted.

"He just left with a wooden gun." Hu Zi replied silly.

"Would we go too?" Xiaoyu asked.

"No, Brother Futong is enough alone. If we go there, it will cause trouble, not to mention that you have a box on you." Fengzi said.

"Well... Then I won't go. Let's wait a little more, I'll boil some hot water." Xiaoyu reached out and touched the box in his arms worriedly, and then he breathed a sigh of relief after touching it.

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Poor literature and wealth in martial arts.

Futong was wearing straw sandals, and was running lightly on the road.

He is a martial artsman.

Not to mention his outstanding martial arts skills, at least he is a super strong presence around the small copycat.

When he was blocking the road in the past, he was often better than five or six people alone. However, in the past two years, fewer and fewer vendors have taken this path, and he has fewer opportunities to show his skills.

Running from the mountain village to the city, after about half an incense stick, he heard some unusual sounds in the distance.

Slow down, concentrate his eyes, and observe carefully, he saw that there were several figures more than a hundred meters away.

After a second chance, he saw the car and saw three people holding spears next to the car.

The village leader is in trouble.

Under the cover of the night, he held his gun, bent over and touched forward.

If the idle men in the city do this, they are like a group of straw dogs and jackals, and Fu Tong is like an agile cheetah.

Pause a little, ready to go.

The wooden spear is not a good weapon for sneak attacks. He put down his spear, straightened his fingers and turned into a hand knife, slashing at a idle man.

Start and fall with the knife.

A idle man fell down without making any sound.

Next is the second, the third, the fourth...

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The boss felt inexplicably that there were fewer and fewer people around him. At first, he thought it was an hallucination. After a few breaths, he found that it was not an hallucination.

Looking around, there was nothing else except the vast darkness.

Where is the person?

He looked around for other idle men, but the more he looked, the more he became more and more afraid. It seemed that a monster was lurking in the vast darkness, waiting to devour his life.

The unknown is the most terrifying.

The boss felt his legs tremble and his feet were a little soft. He slowly collapsed on the ground and said to the darkness, "Give me aside..."

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Chen Yuansheng was the first to notice that the enemy was decreasing. When he found that the enemy was decreasing, he knew that reinforcements had arrived.

A long time ago, he had seen Futong take action, probably like this destructive look.

"The master of the village, this one is left." Futong appeared in front of Chen Yuansheng and said.

Chen Yuansheng nodded, turned around and said to Bo Li and Wang Er, "Bo Li, Erlang, you go back to the village and call people to bring all these people into the village."

The night is very dark.

The boss lay on the ground and begged for mercy and shivered. He didn't have time to think about whether he was embarrassed. In the face of the threat of death, he still cared about this?

All shame is not important to him, and he only hopes to survive.

Chen Yuansheng next to the grain truck, with Futong's company, his nerves don't have to be so tense, and he can relax a little. Hunger and distress, pain and fatigue, like a tide, fluctuating his will.

He talked to Futong all the time, but the latter basically did not answer, and occasionally nodded his head. His eyes did not look over. His eyes kept switching between every idle man to prevent them from having any abnormal movements and hurt Chen Yuansheng.

"Master, we are here!" Hu Zi's voice came from afar. His voice was accompanied by a fire from a fist.

He held a torch in his hand. You know, in this era, torch is not like in TV dramas, and everyone can lit it.

Torches need to be ignited, and they are not so easy to obtain, whether they are animal oil or ore fuel. If they are just burned wood without any other igniting agent, this torch will easily be extinguished if it is inserted there, let alone holding it around.

Behind Huzi and the torch, four village officers were also followed.

Chen Yuansheng saw them approaching and said, "Take the grain truck and these people back to the village. Boil some porridge in the food, and tie them up with ropes first."

Huzi and Fengzi tied up the hands of one idle man after another with ropes on their backs.

Fengzi said while tied it up, "I just used the hemp rope I just made today, but I didn't even pass the night."

Fengzi sighed and sighed, but he was not idle in his hands. The people in the village had long been used to him like this.

"Master, there is one under the car?" said Hu Zi, who had just moved the food out of the car and wanted to repair the car.

"Take it back to the village, too." Chen Yuansheng said. He asked Hu Zi to move the torch near his ankle and glanced at the wound. It was a bit scary, but fortunately it was not very deep.

Chen Yuansheng touched the wound, and the stinging pain stimulating his nerves. He said, "This kid is a little clever and attacks from under the car. Fortunately, our car is not strong and breaks after a kick, and he is pressed down."

The little gang was just pressed under the car and did not faint. When he heard Chen Yuansheng's words, he sneered and shouted, "Don't be proud, you are going to die soon!"

"Why am I going to die soon?" Chen Yuansheng asked.

"My knife is dead, and I still want to live when I am cut by it?" Xiao Bang said arrogantly.

Lin Yan wanted to hold his forehead a little. Xiaobangyi looked so second-rate. He didn't look like a boy who dared to attack others, but like a child who watched a lot of cartoons.

However, there is no groundless matter. Since the little gang said this, there must be his reason.

"Huzi, help me bring his weapons." Chen Yuansheng said.

Hu Zi searched for it, picked up a rusty iron blade and handed it to Chen Yuansheng.

Chen Yuansheng took it in his hand and looked at it for a while, then suddenly asked, "Was the person it killed been stabbed by it and it will die in a few days?"

"How do you know?" Xiao Bangxian opened his mouth wide and was stunned. He looked at Chen Yuansheng's side face outlined by the torch light, and felt that the scholar in front of him was really too photographable.

"Don't worry, I can't die anymore." Chen Yuansheng replied indecently. He probably knew how the person who was killed by this weapon died. That person should have died of tetanus.

Wounds containing rust and small and deep wounds are easily infected by Clostridium tetanus. If the wound is applied by soil, incense ash, wood ash and other soil methods, it is more likely to cause disease.

The probability of tetanus contamination in wound wounds is very high, but the incidence rate is only one or two%.

Since it is an absolute anaerobic bacteria, as long as the environment it is in is not an oxygen-deficient environment, it will not be easy to get sick.

All this needs to be explained to people of this era. Not to mention the full illiterate like Xiaobangxian, it is difficult for even semi-illiterate and cultural people to understand some of the concepts here.

After all, bacteria are invisible and intangible, and it is difficult to explain clearly to people without a microscope.

"Can't die?" Xiao Bangxian sneered again, and he shouted, "If you can't die, I will do whatever you ask me to do. I recognize you as my father!"

Being a dad is not necessary.

Chen Yuansheng is still young and doesn't want children.

Huzi held up a torch and picked up rice grains on the ground.

Chen Yuansheng saw his handful of sand and soil and said, "Don't pick it up first, it's important to go back to the copycat."

The darkness is dark and there is not enough manpower. Even if it is now the "peaceful and prosperous era" of the Song Dynasty, it is too unsafe outside.

The idle men who were knocked out by Futong's hand knife were like dead pigs. It was almost impossible to drag them up the mountain. Even if they were tied to the foot of the mountain, it was not easy.

Fengzi finally tied all the idle men's hands and feet with a rope, stood up straight and stretched his waist and said, "Master, why do you have to be so troublesome? Just find a place to bury them all. They disappeared, and the men in the city were too lazy to find them. They were too happy. Nowadays, no one is dead."

Chen Yuansheng shook his head, Fengzi looked at his face and stopped talking.

Chen Yuansheng is not a saint, nor a good man and a trustworthy woman. He will not let anyone who should be killed, but he will not kill anyone who should not be killed casually.

It is easy to hold a knife, but it is difficult to put it on.

Chen Yuansheng paused for a moment and said, "Go back to the village first, everyone will have a meal. When it's dawn tomorrow, we will interrogate these people. If they do evil things, it's okay to kill them. If they don't die, then punish them in other ways."

The little gang who was already worried about his neck and was about to say that he was not afraid of death, was stunned for a moment. He didn't expect Chen Yuansheng to say that.

However, he took another moment to restore his original expression.

It took about an hour before the villagers returned to the parody.
To be continued...