The weak scholar in the end of ancient times

Chapter 57 Let Him Run Thirty-Nine Feet First
Under the cover of night, some people were planning important matters, while others were driving corpses all night long.

The few corpse-drivers who left the yard were also feeling depressed.

I originally thought that this was just an ordinary corpse-carrying trip, but who knew that I would encounter this group of people in the middle of the night, and among them was a stinky Taoist priest who was suspected to be a competitor!
Fortunately, everyone has a tacit understanding and will not destroy each other's jobs.

Forget it, forget it. Survival is the most important thing now. If I encounter something disgusting, it’s just bad luck today. It’s over, and we won’t see each other again in the future.

The next day, in the yard on the slope, everyone started preparing to set off early in the morning.

With the information obtained by the Taoist priest, the route of Wen Gu and his team deviated slightly.

After walking for half a day, the surroundings were still desolate.

Wen Gu looked in one direction.

It looked like a hillock, nothing special. But only when you looked from a higher perspective could you discover the many signs of life hidden behind the rocky soil.

Several villagers from Shiqiao Village squatted behind a huge rock.

The mountains here are barren and there are few big trees.
Their village is built on the mountain, and the buildings are almost all made of stone and soil, forming the same color as the surrounding area.

The climate in the north is dry and there is not much rain, so the impact of the evil epidemic is relatively less.

When they saw Wen Gu and his men approaching, the first thing they noticed was the number of people, which immediately frightened them. But when they saw the cars, they swallowed their saliva and bravely went over to block the road.

Because he rushed forward so recklessly, he was almost mistaken for a robber and shot.

Fortunately, Wen Gu had given some instructions in advance.

Several villagers stammered out their purpose, saying that they wanted to exchange water for dry food from Wen Gu and his men.

"There's no other water source nearby, you'll have no choice but to trade with us!"

Wen Gu looked at the surrounding terrain and asked County Captain Zhou and his men to choose a place that was not prone to ambush to rest first.

Exchanging supplies is certainly possible.

but--

"We need to try it to determine whether the water you provide is usable," Wen Gu said.

"How...how do I try?"

Less than half an hour later.

The firewood picked up along the way was lit, and an iron pot was set up to boil water and cook porridge. The aroma of food spread everywhere.

The porridge cooked in the big iron pot is still a bit thick, at least much thicker than the rice soup in Shiqiao Village!

Several villagers squatting nearby swallowed their saliva and frequently turned their heads toward the hill, as if asking the people there: What should we do? What should we do next? Can't we just rob?
At this time, Xiao Liu, He Da and Yu Er came over with a few bowls of porridge.

There wasn’t much in the bowl, so it wouldn’t fill you up, but it would satisfy your hunger.

"Here, these are fresh from the pot. Let's use them to exchange the water for you, okay?"

The villagers who had been staring at it eagerly for a long time took a mouthful, hissed at the scalding porridge, blew on it a few times, and then swallowed it down in one gulp.

When the people in the team saw them drink it, they also started eating it with peace of mind.

Water is fine.

Xiao Liu, He Da and Yu Er held their bowls and ate while chatting with the villagers.

As we enjoyed the delicious food, our mood improved, the atmosphere became relaxed, and the topics of conversation naturally began to flow.

According to the villagers of Shiqiao Village, there was a small river here a long time ago, and a stone bridge was built across the river, hence the name.

Later, the stream dried up, but the stone bridge was still there, having existed for hundreds of years. Their ancestors had lived here for generations. Most of the villagers had the surname Shi and lived together in a clan.

Xiao Liu also started talking about his own village.

"I'm from the village too. We even built a fort in our village. Do you know what a fort is?"

He talked about the thrills along the way and also about the grand scene he saw in Jinwu City.

"Even if our village built a fort, it wouldn't be able to withstand that kind of mass attack. It would be crushed in one blow!"

"Don't believe it? Just ask anyone in this team and see if it's what I said!

"How can this be faked? Haven't you asked other people who came from the south?"

Xiao Liu, He Da and Yu Er took turns talking, describing the thrill of the moment from various angles.

The villagers' suspicions lessened, and they licked their bowls clean, feeling even hungrier.

One person said, "Before being pushed to this point, I had always stayed in the village and stayed away from ghosts. I never knew there were so many ghosts out there!"

Although there were some exaggerations when Xiao Liu and the other two spoke, most of what they said was true, and they expressed their true feelings with fear in their eyes.

Xiao Liu: "I was thinking that once I got to the Zhao clan and made a name for myself, I would bring the people from our village over. It's too dangerous outside!"

He said, looking at the villagers with a puzzled look on his face: "We are far away, I will explore the way first. You are so close to the Zhao clan, why didn't you think of seeking refuge there?"

The villagers opened their mouths, unsure what to say. They had lived here for generations, so how could they have the courage to leave? Life had always been good, except that they were running out of food and the firewood nearby was almost all gone.

Xiao Liu continued to provoke: "Only those who go there first can have food to eat. When more and more people come from the south and the refugees from the north gather in the six major clans, the food will be gone. What will the people who come later have to eat?

"I don't know how many people are still farming, or how much grain is left in the granaries."

Several villagers from Shiqiao Village nodded.

Isn't it!

Now is the time to grab a meal!
Making great achievements are all empty words, having food to eat is the most real thing!
They also learned that the scholar named Wen in the team had relatives in the Zhao clan and could be settled there. They gathered together and chatted, saying that they wanted to go back to get some water and exchange it for some food, and they would settle the amount together when the time came.

Leaving two people to guard here, the others ran back with the water jugs.

Patriarch! Big news!
They've been staying in the village, afraid to farm or hunt. They've even run out of firewood nearby. A few days ago, someone got into trouble when they ventured a little further out to chop wood, and that's when they became even more afraid. Is this place still a good place to stay?

There are so many mouths to feed in the village. If you continue like this, you will just be waiting for death, or you can go and rob.

But they had seen the ferocious formations of the teams in the south killing monsters.

They are timid and cannot win the fight.

The two villagers who stayed where they were continued to chat with Xiao Liu and his friends.

Wen Gu watched from the side.

The people of Shiqiao Village are a bit timid, but they are still kind in such a world.

Locals know locals, and they'll definitely know where the "fish that slipped through the net" are, and whether there are other survivors nearby, so they can pick up more along the way.

The Shiqiao Village used the excuse that it would take time to fetch water from the well and stopped the team from leaving.

On the other side, the people who had returned after driving the corpses also discovered this team.

Why are you here again?

unlucky!

Just as he was about to leave, Wen Gu found an excuse to call him over.

This and that, and so on, they persuaded people that "you guys have special skills, so you should go to the Zhao family to show your strengths" blah blah blah.

What Wen Gu values is not the "corpse-driving" technique, but their strong awareness of epidemic prevention!
Maybe there are some medicines to avoid the epidemic.

It’s not a good time to find out about this now, let’s take the person there first.

The few corpse-carriers simply didn't understand the situation in the north and were still waiting and watching. Many people in the north didn't understand their profession and were wary of it.

If they choose a place that is not conducive to business, they will starve to death.

According to their plan, they would wait for a winter, collect more information from all parties, and then choose their destination.

Now they are really tempted by the invitation to review the past.

Previously, they had only developed in a small area in the south. Now, far away from familiar places and without anyone to protect them, they lacked the confidence to face those powerful forces. And there were also Taoist priests, so the competition was fierce.

The scholar named Wen made a sincere invitation and promised to introduce business to them when the time comes, which really tempted them.

What are they afraid of? They’re afraid that their skills won’t be enough to buy them the supplies they need to survive!
The Taoist priest next to him, Qingyi: "..."

Dog scholar!
I really can’t rely on you!

He also talked about building a Taoist temple in the Zhao family and collecting alchemy tools... It was all empty talk!
No, this damn scholar must sign a document!
and also……

Taoist Qingyi looked at the corpse-driving men wearing bamboo hats and snorted coldly.

They are just some trivial tricks!

So what if I join? There is only one "Immortal Leader" in this team!
You guys are just a bunch of losers and you think you can step on my head?

He thought of the awe in the eyes of those villagers from Shiqiao Village when they looked at him just now.

These villagers must have seen what happened last night, right?
People in the north also believe in ghosts and gods!
Do you really think this is all I am capable of?

I was low-key before because I didn’t want to become a knife in the hands of a dog scholar, so I did as little as possible.

If I keep a low profile now, I won’t be doing justice to the Taoist robe I’m wearing!
Maybe the relatives of Gou Shusheng will also have to rely on my Taoism to get promoted!
Uncle Zhao?
Maybe he is just a branch of the Zhao family. If he really has great power, the dog scholar would have become arrogant by taking advantage of his power long ago.

Planning his own fame, Taoist Qingyi changed his usual low-key attitude and vowed to seize the first say in the team!
County Lieutenant Zhou noticed the change in Taoist Qingyi and was very worried, so he reminded Wen Gu privately.

In response, Wen Gu soothed him, "The Taoist priest has always been a very pure person. It's only a matter of time. No problem, let him run thirty-nine feet first."

County Magistrate Zhou didn't understand: "And then?"

Wen Gu jokingly said, "Then take out my forty-foot sword."

County Captain Zhou curled his lips.

Wen Gu obviously told a joke.

How can there be such a long knife...

and many more!

The scholar's knife cannot be viewed with common sense!

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The sky was covered with evening clouds and the fields were silent.

In Shuocheng, the southernmost city of the Zhao clan, the city guard received a message from Fei Nu.

"Young Master's cousin?"

His surname is Wen, he is a scholar, rather weak, and he leads a team of about a hundred people?
If we can get here alive, on a brighter note, there should only be a few dozen people left, right?

He ordered his men to keep an eye on the teams coming from the south, especially the small teams of a few dozen people, to see if there was a scholar named Wen.

(End of this chapter)