Reborn as a Cube Man in the Late Ming Dynasty

The mushroom-shaped wall at the entrance of the village has been dug away by the villagers with their hands.

A few days ago, Liu Wusan ate the cooked mushroom cap, and Ji Xing'an has been checking his pulse every now and then, and so far there have been no abnormalities.

Moreover, according to Liu Wusan, the soup made by stewing mushrooms and fish was extremely delicious, making people want to have another bowl after drinking one.

Even when used alone as a main ingredient, it tastes excellent.

After confirming repeatedly that the mushrooms posed no harm, Ji Xing'an reported the matter to Miao Zhiming, who then relayed it to Bai Li.

As a result, the village gained another staple food, the only drawback being that the giant mushrooms could only be planted by farmers at night.

Almost all of those who fled were militiamen. Due to their large numbers, some managed to escape, but most of the escapees had their legs broken by Tieshan and lay on the ground groaning in pain.

Those militiamen who were intact but had lost their weapons and were already kneeling on the ground were escorted one after another to the basement where Tieshan had been staying.

The militiamen with broken legs were fed fish by villagers wearing leather boots.

"No, please, spare me! I have a wife and children waiting for me at home, I can't die!"

The militiamen with broken legs pleaded desperately, their hands behind their backs, dragging themselves away from the villagers. They knew they were crippled and didn't even deserve to be captured.

Who would want someone with a broken leg? This food must be poisoned!

"If you don't eat, I'll kill you right now! If you dare to vomit, I'll kill you too!" Seeing that these people were unwilling to cooperate, the villagers had no choice but to make such threats.

"I'll eat it, I'll eat it!"

The militiamen gasped for breath in pain, their eyes closed in despair as they mechanically swallowed the fish fed to them until their stomachs were full and they began to gag. Only then did the villagers stop.

Then, the militiamen lay on the ground with a sense of relief, awaiting their deaths.

"Mother, your son has come to see you! Ouch!!!"

"Daddy, I'm screaming!!"

"Aaaaaah!!!"

Suddenly, a sharp pain and swelling came from their broken legs, and they cried out in agony.

But the excruciating pain came quickly and disappeared just as quickly.

The militiamen soon discovered that their legs seemed to have fully recovered!

They carefully stood up and stepped on the ground with the leg that should have been broken.

It's really healed!

"Mother, it seems I can't come. Please wait a little longer."

The militiamen looked at the villagers with complicated expressions, their feelings quite strange.

They were the ones who broke their legs, yet the other side is the one who healed them, and they have to thank them.

They instinctively put their hands behind their backs and followed them into the basement.

Although they didn't know why they were willing to use such precious medicine to heal their legs, they knew one thing: they could live.

It's good that I still have value to be used.

Those with ill intentions dared not escape at this time and could only follow into the basement.

The only casualties were the unlucky guy who shot an arrow at Wei Shi and was thrown by Tie Shan, and the trusted men who covered Wu Zhen's retreat.

The Immortal Lord had previously instructed that if these people dared to fight back, there was no need to rescue them.

The laborers who came with the procession almost immediately knelt down and surrendered.

After all, in their view, it's all the same everywhere.

The sooner you die, the sooner you will be reborn.

These laborers were just pitiful people coerced by the army. They would be managed separately from the militia and were taken to an open area.

The laborers stared blankly at the ground, awaiting their fate.

Miao Zhiming observed the laborers carefully from a distance, thinking to himself.

Those militiamen are a mixed bag, and we don't know their true nature yet. If we leave the bad ones in Liujia Village, they will cause trouble sooner or later.

Moreover, the immortal lord also needs it.

Picking out the good ones might be difficult, since everyone has different opinions, but picking out the bad ones is much simpler; you just need to ask the laborers.

We need to find some people who are clearly being bullied by those militiamen.

Miao Zhiming quickly finalized the general candidates.

However, to prevent these people from being retaliated against later, Miao Zhiming divided the laborers into several groups and called them all out, but he personally asked the selected candidates.

Under his questioning, the laborer slowly uttered the names of several people and then fell silent.

Next, Miao Zhiming questioned the next few people one by one. Just in case, he also called over a few laborers who looked relatively well. Finally, he finalized the names.

"These are probably the few people. As for the others, their crimes can be forgiven for now. Let's send them to Immortal Lord Bai."

Miao Zhiming walked up to Wei Shi and told him the names of those people.

"Understood, sir... Brother Zhiming," Wei Shi replied awkwardly.

Since meeting Bai Xianjun last time and learning that the immortal had instructed the villagers to address him as "Young Master," Miao Zhiming stopped Wei Shi from calling him "Young Master" anymore.

What do you mean? In this place, only one person can be called a young master.

Miao Zhiming nodded, and after arranging things here, he went to the laborers' quarters.

He needed to record the names of those laborers who had a skill, so he could report them to Lord Bai.