The young man with a lower voice said, "Shhh, don't say anything. It has nothing to do with what they are going to do. It has nothing to do with us. You don’t know about it. It’s not easy. He might have a lot of things. Friends, they are not easy to provoke at first sight, none of us want to get into danger or even lose our heads because of this?"
The words the young man with a hoarse voice said made everyone else silent for a while.
"Okay." The last guy named Ma Dong said: "It's so decided, anyway, after this time, we are going to leave this place, don't make any extravagance." All the young people nodded and agreed.
Xin Wang Zhao Zhen also turned around. He didn't expect someone in this group to say such knowledgeable things. For a while, he couldn't help but become a little interested in the person who spoke, but when he looked back, those teenagers were already far away. .
"These young people are interesting!"
The letter king Zhao Zhen had such an idea inexplicably in his heart. Everyone was on the road leading to the granary area, and the road did not take long to enter the periphery of the granary. However, after entering the outside of the granary, Xin Wang Zhao Zhen obviously felt that the surrounding surveillance had become tighter.
Fengzhou Fengyang Warehouse is surrounded by mountains. In order to be easy to defend and difficult to attack, and to keep the grain dry, it is built on the highlands of the mountains, but it forms an inward valley. If you look inward from the valley mouth, it is a large area of granary, Xin Wang Zhaozhen does not recognize those granaries which are empty and which are real. However, he knew the towers built on the tops of the surrounding mountains, one by one archers looked on.
He glanced at it and couldn't help frowning. This terrain is very troublesome whether he walks in or goes out. Before, he wanted to lead the enemy general out to kill, and let the guards guard the soldiers without a leader. Now it seems a bit okay. It doesn't work, you have to temporarily change a set of plans.
He glanced around. The ground in the valley highland was fairly flat, but from here, the entrance to the towering warehouse was not visible. Instead, he could see the outside of the valley, which had been built into a semi-fortress-like building complex. There should be the barracks of the garrison, presumably the chief general and chief officer of the granary must also be in it.
The letter king Zhao Zhen turned her head and glanced at the mountains of grain transported in the valley and the grain trucks everywhere. Everyone was busy coming and going, and most of them were in order. Only a few foreign helpers who came here for the first time like him were at a loss.
He silently followed the others. Of course, those soldiers would not leave them alone. He thought someone would arrange them soon.
The letter king Zhao Zhen quickly saw a group of patrolling cavalry appear from the side of the valley. They drove their mounts close to these people, but the cavalry in bright armor seemed not in the mood to waste too much time on these people, but pulled them. He shouted in his voice: "Go over there to line up and get your numbers and tools!" Abandoning this sentence, the cavalry immediately turned around and walked towards the people who came in behind.
The letter king Zhao Zhen glanced at the direction pointed by the cavalry. There, the small official in charge of the grain storage was handing out a wooden sign with a number written to the young laborers. This thing is not allowed to be lost or damaged in the granary area. Any one of the above circumstances will incur heavy penalties.
There is no humanitarian spirit in the military granary of this era. As long as there is a reason that may be justified or not, once it is violated, it is not a big deal to be beaten to death.
Even the official in the granary area has the right to directly order a person to be killed, as long as he suspects that someone has stolen a grain of Da Song's grain. But Xinwang Zhao Zhen didn't care about this, he only cared about the area where he would be assigned to carry grain. The workers naturally lived in the valley within a few days of transporting large amounts of grain and grass. Therefore, the officials of the official grain warehouse, no matter how stingy they are, they have to build some simple and crude thatched houses for these workers.
The thatched house is naturally a house with thatched shed as the main building, which is full of all kinds of unbearable flavors. Had it not been for the belief that Wang Zhaozhen's physical function had already surpassed that of ordinary people, he would even be worried that when he entered that dim shed, he would be smothered to the ground by the odor of the sky.
He frowned and stood in front of the crumbling shed, comparing the numbered card in his hand with the position of the shed. But in the end he was disappointed to find that his treatment was the same as others. It was here, Xin Wang Zhao Zhen's nose moved. He smelled the disgusting smell about tens of feet away from this shed. Where is the thatched house, it is almost like a thatched house.
At that moment, he suddenly felt that Miao Yufeng, Ma Yueying and No.1 did not come here, but it was an extremely wise thing to choose to sneak in, and of course he made the most stupid choice.
He hesitated for a moment, and couldn't help but glance back. There were three such gathering places in this valley. He had secretly paid attention to his manpower before. The swordsmen and disciples who helped him were almost disbanded, but he believed that this would not cause any trouble for the experienced fighters.
Another good news is that more than 30 people have been assigned to the same camp as him, and he has already shown signs outside those huts. But whether it is good news or bad news, none of these can solve the most realistic problems at present.
The letter king Zhao Zhen frowned in distress, and finally hesitated to walk to the dark room. His expression at the time was not hesitating to walk towards a execution ground.
Of course, before entering the door, he waved his hand without a trace, and instantly rolled up a few stones and placed a triangle on the side of the door. After entering this world of time, space and ground, he has studied and further improved his martial arts skills, and he has elevated his martial arts skills to an unimaginable top level. At this time, he can already send and receive freely.
After placing the markers, he entered the room. Although he tried his best to restrain, he could not help but slightly cover the position of the nose with his hands.
There was silence in the room.
Then he heard an almost inaudible voice saying: "Cut, a spoiled fellow, like a son of a nobleman." This sentence is almost silent, if it is put in the ears of ordinary people, it must be inaudible, but the letter Wang Zhao Zhen heard it. It's clear.
He raised his head and just saw the people in the room. Then he was stunned immediately, because it was a bit too coincidental. There were no other people in this room, but the teenagers and young people he had met before.
He first saw the young man named Qiao Ling, who was smiling and sitting on a straw mat opposite him.
Then there was a guy named Ma Dong next to him, this guy seemed to be the oldest of these people, and also the strongest one. He is almost a head taller than Qiao Ling, and as tall and short as Xin Wang Zhao Zhen.
The letter king Zhao Zhen immediately judged that this guy was the one who made the noise before. He saw the other party's hand under his clothes, and just by the movement of his hand, he guessed that there was a dagger or a short sword.
The letter king Zhao Zhen couldn't help but secretly scolded the patrolling cavalry outside in his heart, "This guy has some courage, but he doesn't know how to live or die." But this is an evaluation he gave to this guy after his first impression.
Then he swept his gaze to the other side. Sitting on the other side of the straw mat was a teenager who looked a little ill-fed. Because of his thin limbs, his head seemed to be a circle larger than normal. But the look in this young man's eyes surprised Wang Xin Wang Zhao Zhen. It was neither Qiao Ling's bewilderment nor Ma Dong's guard, but a careful observation of him.
Xin Wang Zhao Zhen suddenly became interested. He is very aware of the difference between himself and ordinary people at this moment. He has experienced battlefields, killed countless people, and became the leader of tens of millions of people, and he also has the most powerful strength. Although he is deliberately hiding his identity at the moment, he still believes Wang Zhaozhen knows that some things cannot be hidden from those who observe carefully.
For example, although my invisible temperament is concealed by some costumes, I will still find some differences when I meet experienced people. Especially his eyes, once sharpened, most people would not dare to look directly at him.
In fact, few ordinary people can look at him now, but this young man can look at him calmly. The letter king Zhao Zhen also took a closer look at the other party in turn. He noticed that a gray backpack was placed next to the boy's straw mat, and he didn't know what was in it.
At last he raised his head and saw the little girl disguised as a man in the back. She was also a little thin and not pretty, but she was a little delicate, and there were some freckles on her face. Although the room was pitch black, it was like day in the eyes of Xin Wang Zhao Zhen, who could see everything clearly.
In addition to these few he had a little impression, there were actually three teenagers in the house, all of whom seemed to be in the same group. But obviously they are the core leaders of these young people.
The room became silent after Zhao Zhen, the King of Letters, arrived.
But the letter king Zhao Zhen didn't care. He walked into the shed and sat down on the only empty straw mat. All eyes moved with him, focusing on him. Especially the young man named Ma Dong, almost frowning and staring at him motionlessly.
The letter king Zhao Zhen couldn't help shaking his head secretly, thinking that he was so terrible? He didn't make any movements on the surface, but his super strength allowed him to know every move of everyone around him. The tight muscles and the beating heart of the other party confirmed that they were tense now.
But he didn't try to eliminate this tension. He thought it would be okay. Although these guys won't be able to poke out their own affairs for the time being, who knows? It would be nice to be able to monitor their every move here.
And because of his presence, the weird and tense atmosphere in the room lasted until after the evening, to be precise after dinner.
Because the requisitioned food is too much, the storage capacity in this granary is somewhat insufficient, so most of the externally transferred grain can actually reach the granary area that night, and work in the granary usually has to wait until the next morning. , And Xin Wang Zhao Zhen has a lot of time to get acquainted with the situation here.
But he didn't try that terrible dinner. The pot was indistinguishable from what was being cooked, the sloppy yellow and green things, and even had a rotten and fishy smell. The king of letter, Zhao Zhen, only took a look at it and he was full of appetite, let alone eating.
He was fortunate that he had brought enough dry food with Miao Yufeng's reminder. At the same time, she wondered if the female leader had done similar tasks for officials before, otherwise how could she be so experienced.
After strolling outside and consciously or unconsciously confirming the locations of several other camps, Xin Wang Zhao Zhen returned to his shed. But this time, as soon as he walked in, he saw the somewhat malnourished teenager sitting in the room.
He didn't seem to go out with other people. Xinwang Zhaozhen looked aside, and found that the girl was also with the boy.
He froze for a moment and said, "You don't eat anything..."
The letter king Zhao Zhen thought to himself that this guy looked like one of the young leaders, but he didn't even eat any food. Could it be that he was excluded by others. After all, this kind of thing happens often in this kind of group, and it's not uncommon. But the weak teenager shook his head and said: "According to the rules of the military warehouse, the meat of locusts and voles captured by the farmers will be added to this dinner as usual. I don't eat such a dinner..."
The other party didn't seem to be afraid of him, but answered calmly.
Don't eat dinner with meat? Believe King Zhao Zhen stunned: "Eating fast... Demon?" He immediately thought of whether this was a follower of Maitreya, or the traditional Mingjiao sect. In his impression, only those Mingjiao believers would have such strange habits.
Mingjiao believers are vegetarian and not meat for the sake of the rules in the doctrine. As for why, Xin Wang Zhaozhen is also not sure, maybe it means that everyone does not eat meat and shares the joys and sorrows.
Regarding the question of Xin Wang Zhao Zhen, the boy nodded.
Surprised by the widespread distribution of Mingjiao followers, Wang Xinwang Zhao Zhen looked at this young man and asked: "You have studied under a formal Maitreya disciple..."
The young man nodded again and said, "I studied with a master for a while. Although I haven't gotten started, I still have been taught." He replied decently.
"Learn to recognize characters..." Xin Wang Zhao Zhen asked. The boy nodded.
This is terrible. In this era, the ruling class also believes that knowledge is power, so it is afraid that the people will become difficult to manage after they recognize characters. Therefore, it strictly restricts the public understanding of characters. As the child of a border merchant, Luo Yue'er only knew words and account arithmetic. This was because the girl was fortunate to be under the condition of lax border management.
From this point, Ji Qianqian's family is the same. As for the others, most of them are no different from being illiterate, and there are not many literate people in this world.
So the believer Zhao Zhen simply sat down and asked with interest: "If this is the case, why are you still here? Although Maitreya is poor, it still has a strong strength. It is a formal sect recognized by everyone, of course, except for the Great Sage King. ."
"This big brother, I don't know which sect I should belong to. The master who taught me has passed away," the boy replied.
Believe King Zhao Zhen suddenly, it turned out that the other party may not have received formal instruction, even if he received formal instruction, no one knew about it because of the death of the master, so he can only be regarded as an ordinary believer.
His interest in this little episode lasted only a moment, and his mind quickly returned to this action. Through previous investigations, Xinwang Zhaozhen had initially figured out the general situation in this official grain warehouse, but this made him feel a little more troublesome.
As far as he knew, the enemy chief was the biggest threat to their operation. In fact, he rarely appeared in the official grain warehouse, and would stay in the barracks most of the time. And of course they can't touch the heavily guarded barracks to kill each other. It's easy to get in, but it's a fantasy to kill each other without being discovered.
The letter king Zhao Zhen didn't think of any comprehensive solution for a while, but fortunately, he had made up his mind to stay here for two days anyway, only to see if he could wait for any chance during these two days.
But he was thinking about this, but he heard the weak boy coughing on the side. He turned his head and saw that with the support of the girl, the girl was coughing badly. Approximately noticing his gaze, the young man raised his head apologetically and smiled slightly and said, "I'm sick, brother, if you feel unwell, sit farther."
The letter king Zhao Zhen didn't take it seriously. After all, he was a special ghost special soldier, and he knew a little about the characteristics of various diseases. For this teenager's disease, it is not an infectious disease, but a manifestation of lung discomfort. If he really had an infectious disease, under the current conditions, all the people in the house would have been infected long ago. So he shook his head, took out a water bag from his backpack and said, "There is clean water in it."
He knew that the water in the granary area was not for people to drink, and some of it stinks in wooden barrels.
"Thank you." The girl with some faint freckles on her face took the water bag under the sign of the boy, and then gave Xinwang Zhao Zhen a weird look.
His glance called Wang Zhaozhen to be puzzled. When he handed the water over, he didn't think much about it, but just a bag of water. Not only as a modern person who once lived in an era of great material wealth, but also as a generation of princes of Song Dynasty, Wang Zhaozhen obviously would not care about this.
But he did not realize that in a world like this, in fact, most people living at the bottom of society still believe in the law of the jungle where the weak eat the strong. The weak lend a helping hand.