Full level ruthless person

Chapter 4 Troubled Times
After resting for two hours, it was three poles in the sun.

Fang Zhixing felt his body and found that his strength was almost restored.

Hum, as expected of your body, your physical strength recovers very quickly.

"Let's go and grab some more from the river to make sure we have something for lunch." He picked up the broken bamboo basket and walked back to the river.

The thin dog followed suit, wagging its tail and running in cheerful little steps.

Soon, Fang Zhixing entered the turbid river water again and groped along the overgrown shore. The thin dog ran ahead to inquire about the situation.

A clam, another clam...

Fang Zhixing soon discovered that there were actually a lot of clams in the mud, and they were quite large. It seemed that no one usually fished for them.

After thinking about it carefully, Fang Zhixing discovered that in the memory of his original body, Daniel, he had never eaten clams, and he had never seen anyone else eat clams.

"Don't people in this world know that clams can be eaten?" Fang Zhixing pondered.

Just like that, half an hour passed by in a flash.

Fang Zhixing had a great harvest. He found more than 20 clams and snails and filled most of the basket. During this period, he also dug three holes, but unfortunately they were all empty.

"I can't touch it anymore, I can't lift it."

Fang Zhixing tried his best to pull the broken bamboo basket ashore, and looked at the harvest with joy, which was enough to bring disaster to him.

Before, he thought that in a year of famine, it would be extremely difficult to find food, and he might have to eat grass and bark. However, he never expected that there would be a lot of food in the river.

But why didn't the other villagers come to fish? Why did they all run to the mountains?

Just as he was thinking about it, Xigou came forward, took a look inside the broken bamboo basket, and said with satisfaction: "We did a good job and enjoyed our cooperation."

Fang Zhixing said disdainfully: "With or without you, there is no difference in the outcome."

The thin dog immediately shouted: "What are you talking about? Didn't I help you find a few holes? Didn't I help you look after the wind? You are turning your back on dogs. If you continue like this, your conscience will turn black sooner or later. The dogs won’t eat it.”

"Haha, with your sharp eyesight, you found three holes in total, but there was nothing in the holes. You have the nerve to say, you are so thick-faced!"

Fang Zhixing dismissed it.

One person and one dog bickered until noon, then they lit a fire and barbecued again, and had a delicious meal.

It is very rare to be full for two consecutive meals.

Fang Zhixing was full of energy. At three o'clock in the afternoon, he went down to the river to fish again, with a clear goal of catching clams.

Time passed little by little, watching the sun set in the west and it was getting dusk.

"Hey, what is that?"

The little dog suddenly raised his head and looked upstream at the river. Among the rolling waves, there was a vague black shadow rising and falling.

Hearing this, Fang Zhixing also looked up, his eyes narrowing slightly.

Dogs' vision is much weaker than that of humans. The small dog only saw a dark shadow, but Fang Zhixing clearly saw a large ship swimming downstream.

It looked far away at first, but the big ship soon arrived.

The waves grew larger and crashed against the river bank.

Fang Zhixing hurriedly climbed ashore.

"Hey, that young man on the shore!"

Someone on the deck waved and shouted at the top of his voice: "Can I ask for directions? Is Funiu Village ahead?"

Fang Zhixing quickly looked at the boatman. He was very strong, with dark skin and a big beard, and replied: "Yes."

"How far is it?"

"Not far, two miles downstream."

"Okay, thank you!"

The boatman made a hand gesture.Fang Zhixing watched the big ship passing by and saw two tall figures on the other side of the deck. They were about 1.8 meters and 1.9 meters tall, with bare chests and backs, well-developed muscles, bronze skin, sharp eyes, and cheekbones. Raised, with thick veins around the temples.

There is a knife in your waist!

There is a flag hanging on the mast, with a word or symbol written on it with a silver-hook stylus.

It's a pity that Daniu is illiterate. Fang Zhixing has never seen this kind of writing and can't understand it.

At this time, Xigou sent a message: "Why is such a big ship going to Funiu Village?"

Fang Zhixing remained silent for a while and whispered: "Let's go back and take a look."

Small dogs are also very curious, which is natural.

Fang Zhixing first found a hidden place, hid the broken bamboo basket, and then took a shortcut back to the village.

As soon as one person and one dog returned to the village, they saw that the big ship had docked and three people got off the deck.

The man walking in the middle is a middle-aged man with a mustache, a pot belly, and a greasy face. Although he looks a bit wretched, the clothes he wears are very gorgeous, and he is decorated with gold and jade. At first glance, he doesn't worry about eating and drinking. wealthy people.

He played with two iron lumps in his hands, making a crunching sound.

The other two people followed him, it was Fang Zhixing who had seen the two strong men before.

Under the dim sky, the three of them went straight to the east end of the village.

"Oh, Boss Qian, you are here!"

Under the crooked-neck tree at the east end of the village, a white-bearded man smoking a cigarette stood up, nodded and bowed. He was not the old village chief.

"Village Chief Zhao, right?"

The greasy uncle looked at people with his nose, and said with his hands behind his back: "How are you, are you ready?"

"Ready, everything is settled!"

With a smile on his face, the old village chief turned around and shouted to the village: "Everyone, come out, Boss Qian is already here."

At this situation, Fang Zhixing's eyes flickered slightly, a little confused.

Obviously, the old village chief never told Daniel that Boss Qian was coming.

Not long after, Fang Zhixing saw Uncle Song walking out of the house with his two granddaughters. The two granddaughters were both under ten years old, with their heads lowered and sobbing.

Then, Aunt Wang pulled her daughter out and walked out. The mother and daughter looked stiff and their eyes were extremely cold.

And Uncle Li, Uncle Bai...

There were about a hundred households in Funiu Village, and more than forty households suddenly ran out, all of them elders with their girls.

At this moment, Fang Zhixing vaguely guessed what was about to happen.

"Get in line and come over one by one." Boss Qian rolled up his sleeves and looked at the little girls with a smile.

Then he first walked up to Uncle Song's two granddaughters, touched their heads, touched their arms and fingers, asked their ages, and then asked them to open their mouths and check their teeth.

"Well, there's nothing wrong with these two children, and they look good. I think it's not easy for you to raise them, so I'd better bid higher. How about thirty pounds of rice each?" Boss Qian said with a smile.

Uncle Song didn't have much expression on his face. He just raised five fingers and gritted his teeth and said, "With this number, I won't sell it for even one penny less."

Boss Qian's face immediately turned down and he snorted coldly: "This year has been very difficult. The autumn harvest will definitely be yellow. Without food, how will your family survive the cold winter?"

He glanced at the villagers and shouted plausibly: "Do you know what is going on outside now? There is a war outside, the war is chaotic, the plague is widespread, and bandits are rampant. Maybe one day your Funiu Village will be overrun by evil bandits. It’s served.”

After a pause, Boss Qian softened his tone again and said with a smile: "I am here to buy your daughters and granddaughters and send them to work as maids in wealthy families so that they can have food to eat. I am doing good deeds and helping Do you understand?"

The scene was completely silent, everyone was starving, and they had no energy to argue, and no culture to speak out.

After Boss Qian made the output, he looked at Uncle Song again and said with a smile: "Well, I'll add more, and each person can exchange for 35 kilograms of rice."

Uncle Song nodded painfully and let out a long sigh.

(End of this chapter)