Tumor Sword Immortal

Chapter 344 Food
The fact that they could speak freely indicates that there was no clear superior-subordinate relationship among this group, and they were not cavalrymen and officers.

Speaking in a fragmented and casual manner, if he were a mid-level officer, it would be considered extremely undisciplined.

Based on this, Pei Xia peeked out slightly.

The first thing you see are several strong, sturdy horses. The lead horse is pure black and very robust, but it has been running for quite some time and is already sweating and panting heavily.

The young man on horseback seemed not to notice at all.

He was dressed in black, with a thin-looking shoulder armor on his right shoulder. A long cloak trailed beneath the armor, and because he had been running through the rain, it was covered in mud, making him look rather disheveled rather than dashing.

This person must be the leader. Although he was dressed in a flashy manner, his fair face lacked any heroic spirit. He just kept curling his lips into a pretentious arrogance, which made him seem very childish.

Behind him were three other people, two men and one woman, all around fifteen or sixteen years old, with delicate and youthful faces, and dressed in the same flamboyant clothes.

There was another girl, who was a little further back. Her face was not visible, but she was wearing a close-fitting shirt, which made it relatively easy for her to move around.

Once Pei Xia confirmed the situation, she not only didn't want to leave, but her mind started to wander.

After the boys tied up their horses and walked across the wet grass, they saw Pei Xia and his two companions just as they reached the bottom of the slope.

The young man in black at the front frowned, his expression displeased: "Tsk, filthy Qin goods."

Perhaps hearing his disdain, another young man in fine clothes hurried up and shouted, "Get lost! We need this place!"

As he spoke, the young man drew the long sword from his waist.

The sword light shone faintly, suggesting it was a magical artifact.

The foremen of Qinzhou are under what conditions they usually don't need magical artifacts. When they see this thing, they can tell that their status is vastly different, and they know better than to give way.

Pei Xia nodded silently without making a sound, and then took Feng Yao and Jiang Shu a few steps back to the grass outside the earthen slope.

The rain had stopped, but the ground was still wet, so he found a large rock nearby and squatted down next to it with Jiang Shu.

Jiang Shu, confused, squinted at him and asked, "What are you doing?"

“These people are not from Qinzhou,” Pei Xia stated with certainty.

Even the most notorious warlords in the region wouldn't use the term "Qin goods." These richly dressed young men must be from out of town.

He had no idea where these immature rich kids came from or what they were doing there.

But those who dare to band together and roam freely in Qin Province must possess some level of cultivation, while those from other provinces are naturally not cultivators.

If a martial arts cultivator can remain so calm and composed, perhaps they possess the means to control spiritual energy.

Pei Xia looked at Jiang Shu and put her index finger to her lips: "Let's take a look first."

Having secured their spots, the young people immediately sat down to rest.

They weren't soldiers after all, and after riding horses for so long, they were exhausted. They collapsed on the ground and immediately let out a comfortable groan.

One of the slightly chubby boys looked up and scanned his surroundings, finally fixing his gaze on the thin little girl at the very back, and called out, "Hey you, hurry up and start the fire."

The little girl, dressed in a smart shirt, hung far at the back of the group, and didn't seem to fit in very well.

Everyone else was already resting, but she had just dismounted and was unloading the iron pot from her horse when she heard the shouts. She quickly put down what she was doing and turned to look for firewood.

Three men and one woman, along with a young man dressed in fine clothes, sat on the ground, each taking out sweets and snacks from their brocade pouches. Accompanied by sweet wine from their water pouches, they began to chat idly.

Only the thin little girl tidied up the firewood. Fortunately, the rain didn't last long, and some sheltered places still had dry firewood to be found.

Just as she knelt down and took out her flint and steel to start a fire, a short, thick hand reached out from the side and tried to climb onto her waist.

The girl bit her lip and subtly moved to the side.

Although nominally she was also the child of an official's family, in essence, she was worlds apart from these true nobles.

It was not easy for her mother to squeeze her into this trip to Qinzhou, and she didn't want to cause her mother any trouble because of her own grievances.

Not daring to speak out in protest, they could only lower their heads and silently extinguish the flames.

However, sparks flew one after another, but the campfire did not ignite on its own as expected. Usually, in the military camp, those slovenly, rough men could always start a fire with a flint and steel, and they all thought it was an incredibly simple task. But when it came to actually doing it, it was a first for all of them.

As the sky outside grew darker, the girl, feeling she was about to be scolded, became increasingly anxious, tears welling up in her eyes.

The leader of the black-clad youths finally lost his patience and struck the girl's hand hard.

With a crisp "snap," the flint fell to the ground.

She could only clench her red hands and look at the other person with a wronged expression.

That was Zhao Beishi, the second son of the Vice Minister of the Ministry of Personnel in Beishi City.

"His parents are a traitor and a scoundrel, and his daughter is a fool too, unable to handle such a simple matter."

Young Master Zhao picked up the flint and steel from the ground and confidently probed into the firewood.

A large burst of sparks flew out and scattered across the firewood.

Then it quickly went dark again.

The fire still hadn't started.

The girl breathed a sigh of relief; it wasn't her fault, and Zhao Beishi hadn't hit her.

The next second, Zhao Er in black threw away the flint and steel, leaned forward, and slapped the girl hard across the face!

Are you happy that I didn't light it?

Zhao Beishi frowned, looked her up and down, and saw that her cheeks were flushed as she tilted her head back, her eyes blank and fearful. He immediately kicked her again: "You're quite aggrieved, aren't you?!"

The girl was kicked to the ground. This time she learned her lesson and dared not raise her head again. She huddled on the grass, trembling alone.

The other teenagers echoed Zhao Beishi's words, completely unaware that there was anything wrong with what he was doing.

It sounds like it's all her fault for the firewood she collected getting wet from the rain.

There was some moisture, but the firewood hadn't been rained on. The reason it wouldn't catch fire was because his method of striking it was inherently ineffective.

The arrogant rich kids would never bother with this kind of thing in their daily lives. They would just watch from afar as the soldiers quickly start a fire and take it for granted.

Zhao Beishi, flattered, felt his embarrassment ease somewhat. He turned and looked around, his eyes landing on Jiang Shu, who was squatting to the side eating a sweet potato: "That Qin bastard!"

Jiang Shu pointed to himself.

"Yes, it's you, come here!"

Pei Xia glanced at him, but Jiang Shu subtly pressed his hand towards him.

Then he got up by himself and walked over.

Zhao Beishi kicked the flint and steel on the ground at him: "Start a fire."

Jiang Shu naturally knew how to do it. He picked up a piece of gravel from the ground, first hung some shavings off the wood, then lit a spark, blew on some grass, and a flame rose.

Zhao Beishi chuckled with a hint of contempt, took out a piece of dried meat from his brocade pouch, and threw it on the ground: "Not bad, here you go."

This is blatant humiliation.

But Jiang Shu showed no anger. He calmly picked up the dried meat, wiped it on his clothes, and stuffed it into his mouth.

When he walked back to Pei Xia's side, Pei Xia couldn't help but ask, "At your age, how could you resist punching him?"

With a mouthful of dried meat, Jiang Shu answered Pei Xia in a muffled voice, "We can't waste food."

You mean dried meat?

I'm talking about him.

Jiang Shu stared at Zhao Beishi's mocking face: "In Qinzhou, someone like him will be stewed in a pot sooner or later."

(End of this chapter)