Re-select the life system

Chapter 48 12 The Beggar Monk Soldier
An Xiaotian at the gate of the village also chased him out. When he saw Qin He picking up Xiaoqiu and putting him on the donkey's back, he couldn't help persuading him.

"Brother Liu, it's not convenient for you to travel around with a doll, or else...!"

"Haha, it's okay. Maybe I have a destiny with this child. In life, you should follow your own heart. I will take this child away without bothering Brother An, so let's say goodbye here! "

"Take care of yourself!"

"Bon Voyage!"

Qin He rode on the old donkey, and the little boy in his arms showed joy that he hadn't seen in a long time. He obediently wanted to hug Qin He's waist tightly, but his hands were not that big, so he could only hold Qin He's sleeves, looking forward to it. looked at Qin He intently.

Qin He took out a simple map from his pocket and set off slowly towards Jinling.

With the help from An Xiaotian, Qin He and his little one hadn't had much time to eat and sleep in the open. Of course, being blocked and robbed was inevitable, but for Qin He who had already seen blood, it was no longer a problem.

On this day, it was already the twelfth lunar month of winter, and the sky was white and snowy. Qin He was walking in the distance, wearing a coir raincoat and a bamboo hat, leading an old donkey.

The little one on the donkey's back was wearing a small bamboo hat and a fox fur coat with several layers of clothes inside. The whole body was wrapped tightly, like a small rice dumpling. The little one was leaning on the luggage on the donkey's back. , staggering, but with a cheerful expression on his face, he caught snowflakes in the air with his little hands.

Qin He led the old donkey and walked slowly in the snow. He had left Anjiazhai for more than a month. This place should be the boundary of Xinye, the intersection of north and south. He was planning to go south to Xiangyang and then to Jinling.

"Brother, there is a temple ahead, why don't we go in and avoid it!"

"Ok!"

Qin He also saw that there was indeed a dilapidated temple in front of him. Even if it was covered with snow, it could not hide the dilapidation of the temple. There was a corner of the eaves of the temple broken, and no one repaired it. It was obviously dilapidated.

However, seeing that the snow was falling more and more, it would be nice to have a place to avoid the snow, so Qin He led the old donkey slowly into the ruined temple.

As soon as he entered the temple, Qin He raised his vigilance. The inside of the temple was a bit weird. Three groups of people had already occupied a corner, and there was a beggar lying in the innermost part.

This man is tall and big, and his body is as strong as a cow, but his face is unkempt, covering his entire face, and his body is dirty. It is about ten degrees below zero, but he is still barefoot, lying in a corner , I don’t know whether he was asleep or frozen to death. Looking at the scattered pottery bowls and burnt charcoal around the beggar, it is obvious that the beggar has lived here for some time.

In the other corner, there is a monk in his early twenties, with a Chinese character face, thick eyebrows and big eyes. He is called a monk because he has a bald head. Knowing where he picked up the stinky leather jacket, the other party showed a self-confident and honest smile when he saw Qin He and the two coming in.

What made Qin He most wary was the group of people near the door. At first glance, the other party did not look like ordinary people. The six people in the other party were all wearing leather armor, red scarves on their heads, and long knives pinned to their waists. The bamboo hats were put aside, and when they saw Qin He coming in, they also showed vigilance, but when they saw a boy and a girl doll, they immediately put down their vigilance and went to the fire again.

Yes, in the temple, this group of people is the only one burning fire, but the beggar and the monk would rather stay in the corner than gather firewood to light the fire.

When he was away from home, Qin He thought it best to be careful, and he didn't even bother to talk to these three groups of people. He took off his waist knife and put it against the wall. Qin He found a clean place and fed a handful of hay to the donkey. Just ready to pick up some firewood.

But Xiaoqiu, that little guy, jumped off the donkey and started to work. He took the initiative to go outside to collect firewood. Qin He smiled and didn't care. This little guy has given him too many surprises in the past month or so.

Qin He also gave one of the remaining three pills to Xiaoqiu. Before taking it, Qin He specifically asked the system if it could be taken by children. He only gave it to her after learning that there were no side effects.

After taking the elixir, the most obvious change in this little guy is that he can speak to him fluently in three days, and his intelligence is obviously beyond Qin He's ability to recognize children. Qin He took care of her, even lighting a fire to cook was quicker than Qin He's.

The division of labor between the two was very clear. Xiaoqiu went to pick up firewood, and Qin He took out a pan from the sack on the donkey's back. Yes, it was a pan. Qin He specially paid a blacksmith to make it in a county town.

He found a few stones to set up the stove, and took out the finished noodle cake and two meatloaf from the sack. Qin He himself was a chef. It doesn't matter.

And now that he has a little follower, he must always prepare food. Every time Qin He goes to a market, he will buy some flour and local food.

The silver taels that An Xiaotian prepared for him were enough for him to walk to Jinling in a leisurely manner.

The noodles are made in advance, so they are not afraid of spoiling in this winter, and the meatloaf is fresh pork bought in a small town ten days ago. Qinhe has treated it with salt, and then processed it a little bit to make it into salted meatloaf. It’s not bad to have a meal once in a while.

The little guy quickly found a fire, and the small stove of the two quickly started to fire. Qin He put the pan on the stone, and the strong fire below quickly heated the pan. Qin He first put the meatloaf on it and fried it. Soon the fat on the meatloaf sizzled, and a faint smell of meat wafted in the temple, and all the surrounding eyes focused on Qin He.

The little one also looked forward to seeing Qin He cooking food, and being with her brother, she lived happily every day, even cooking with a sense of anticipation.

Qin He carefully controlled the heat. Although there were a lot less seasonings in this era, Qin He still relied on his deep memory skills to recall that some medicinal materials could also be used as seasonings. After the roasting was almost done, he took out a From the small cloth bag, some spices prepared with medicinal materials were sprinkled from the inside. The aroma was washed by the heat, and the smell of meat and special spices fused together. This peculiar smell made Qin He nod in satisfaction.

The obvious sound of swallowing saliva came from around, and Qin He pretended not to hear it. He put the meatloaf in a clay bowl, and while there was still some oil residue, put the dough on it, and when it was baked until golden on both sides, carefully picked it out He took out a knife, cut a slice from the middle of the dough, and put in a meatloaf.

An ancient version of Roujiamo appeared!
Qin He picked up one from the chopsticks and handed it to the little one's mouth.

"Come on, open your mouth!"

"It's delicious!"

"Mmm! Mmm! Delicious! Delicious!"

The little guy ate big mouthfuls and almost choked, Qin He quickly took out a water bottle from the burlap bag and let the little guy eat with water.

Qin He glanced inside the temple, and saw that the beggar in the innermost place was making the sound of hunger, but he was motionless, still lying there, and continued to lie there.

At this time, the monk on the right looked at Qin He with a flattering expression, but he was fine, he seemed to have a hard cornbread in his hand, and he looked towards Qin He while chewing on it.

At this time, the six sergeants on the outermost side also began to eat dry food, and some of them looked towards Qin He, with obvious unkindness in their eyes.

Qin He didn't care about their eyes, not to mention six ordinary soldiers, he was confident to kill them even if there were twice as many, as long as he didn't encounter hundreds or thousands of rogues, Qin He still had confidence in the strength of his body of.

Although he didn't learn any martial arts, Qin He was able to protect himself in this troubled world by relying on the magical little pill in the system and the ancestral sword skills that Liu Xiaofei usually used, not to mention he also had the three trump cards!

Qin He withdrew his eyes, just picked up the Rougamo in his hand, and was about to eat it, when he saw six figures standing up and walking towards him together.

Qin He glanced at it casually, and bit off the meat-stuffed bread, full of savory taste.

The six walked up to Qin He, and one of them spoke.

"Do you still have this meatloaf? Our brothers want to buy some!"

Qin He continued to take a bite, then raised his head to look at them, and said in a very flat tone.

"Sorry, we don't have many left, we only have a few days' supply, and this is not for sale!"

"Boy, since you have it, why don't we pay for it?"

When Qin He heard this, he became unhappy. He continued to take a bite of meat pie, stood up, and said casually to several people.

"Brothers, I have made it very clear. To be honest, my little sister loves to eat this meatloaf. It is rare to meet it. I only made a few catties, so I really don't sell it. Do you understand?"

Xiaoqiu had already eaten half of the rougamo at this time, and while she was eating, she stood behind Qin He, with no expression of fear on her face, but she still tugged at Qin He's sleeve.

"Brother, why don't we send them two, don't be angry!"

Qin He turned his head and smiled at the little guy, then turned around helplessly and spoke to the others.

"Forget it, meeting is also fate. Since my little sister said it, I'll send you two off!"

It was fine if Qin He didn't say that, but as soon as he said that, the two people on the opposite side immediately drew their swords and yelled at Qin He viciously.

"Boy, there are six of us, you give two? Are you looking down on us? We have given you face by asking you to sell us out of good intentions, why don't you know what is good or bad?"

Qin He smiled, seeing the expressions of the people across the way, I am convinced of you, he is indeed a little funny, in this world, buying and selling by force is already considered fair for ordinary people, and it is not fair to look at their clothes. Like the soldiers of the Yuan court, looking at their heads tied with red scarves, Qin He remembered that in the history books, it seemed that at the end of the Yuan Dynasty, there was a famous rebel army called the Red Scarf Army.

Qin He shook his head helplessly. Just as he was about to talk to them about the principles of life, he saw the monk walking towards him and shouting loudly.

"Hmph! Since when did the Red Scarf Army do such a conciliatory thing? Do you still want to rob me if you can't make a deal?"

When several people saw the monk revealing their identities behind them, some of them became annoyed, pulled out their long knives, turned around and cursed at the monk.

"Where did this bald donkey come from? If you meddle in this world, you will die early, don't you know?"

Seeing someone drawing a knife, the atmosphere in the temple suddenly became tense. The tall beggar in the corner also sat up in a daze, revealing a hateful face. When Qin He saw this face, his first reaction was, holy shit , this person looks like a fierce ghost!

Because this person has a red birthmark covering one-third of his face, and his face is a bit Middle Eastern. This face, to scare children, has a 100% success rate!

The other party, on the other hand, looked at everything that happened in the temple indifferently, and didn't do anything, just sat against the wall and looked at Qin He and the others.

When the monk saw the opponent drawing his sword, he also took a small step back, but he quickly calmed down and said majestically.

"What's the difference between your current behavior and the Yuan court Mongols, Han people bullying Han people? What kind of heroes are you? Today's matter, I, Zhu Zhongba, will take care of it!"

"Zhu Chongba? This name is a bit familiar!"

Qin He recalled the name, and suddenly, he thought of a name, monk?Zhu Chongba?Zhu Yuanzhang?

Hey, this Chinese character face is Zhu Yuanzhang?

Looking at the other party's righteous and awe-inspiring bald head, Qin He suddenly looked curiously at the founding emperor of the Ming Dynasty.

According to the legend, Zhu Yuanzhang's appearance is a donkey's face, which is extremely ugly, but this monk's face is tough, with a Chinese character face, and he speaks with a natural big brother style, which is completely different from the legend!

On the contrary, the ghostly look of the beggar in the corner is more in line with the legendary old Zhu's appearance.

Several soldiers were blushed by Lao Zhu's words, and they couldn't get up and down. Seeing that they were about to force the other party to kill them, Qin He hurriedly stepped forward.

"Several people, are you interested in drawing your knife for a few meatloaf? Let's do this! I'll give you six meatloaf in exchange for some dry food, and everyone will take a step back. There is no need to use a knife or something. The bald man just now... no, this Master Zhu also said, why should the Han people bully the Han people? You should save some energy to kill the Mongols!"

Qin He gave the other party a step down. Although the Red Turban Army was a well-known rebel army at the end of the Yuan Dynasty, but there were many leaders, and the north and the south fought on their own, the quality was naturally uneven. Just now the other party was able to talk about selling a few of them. Qin He lost his face. According to the rogues Qin He encountered before, he was already ready to rob Qin He, and he still used a negotiating tone?
Qin He's words made the six soldiers calm down. They put their knives back into their scabbards, and one of them stepped forward and cupped his hands at Qin He.

"What an offense just now. Since this little brother opened his mouth, then do it your way. I have a few catties of dry food here, and I will exchange six meatloaf for you!"

Speaking of which, the other party took a cloth bag from his waist and threw it towards Qin He. Qin He took it and looked at it. There was a thick stack of dry flour cakes in the cloth bag. To preserve, and Qin He's own noodle cakes are basically raw, and then baked by himself, this kind of bread can't be preserved for a long time, but it doesn't matter this winter.

Qin He was not surprised, he took out all the meatloaf from the sack, and there were only ten in it, Qin He reluctantly took six and handed them over.

Several people took the meatloaf, and went back to bake it by themselves with a blank expression.

Apparently, the few people did not kill innocent people like ordinary rogues. Although they also had the intention of buying and selling by force, compared to those rogues like Li Ke in the late Yuan Dynasty, their quality was far better.

Seeing that several people had stopped playing, Lao Zhu was also ready to go back to his corner to eat his buns. Qin He shouted to him with a smile.

"Brother Zhu, if you don't mind, come here to enjoy the fire, and eat a meatloaf by the way. You won't be afraid of grinding your teeth when you eat that steamed bun in this cold weather!"

As soon as Qin He finished speaking, he thought that Lao Zhu would be polite, but as soon as Qin He finished speaking, Lao Zhu turned around and trotted towards Qin He, rubbing his hands and running to the fire, while warming himself up, with a self-conscious expression. Said in a familiar tone.

"Oh, let me just say, the little brother is a good-looking talent, I hit it off right away, so thank you in advance!"

Qin He shook his head helplessly, seeing that there were still four meatloaf left, he simply took out all of them and started to grill the meatloaf.

After a while, the four meat buns were re-baked by Qin He. Lao Zhu couldn't wait to reach out to grab them, and Qin He hit them with chopsticks before he spoke.

"I said Brother Zhu, don't you panic when you see the mud on your hands?"

The little girl on the side was eating cakes, and she also agreed with a smile.

"My brother said you should wash your hands before eating! Be hygienic~"

"Next time to wash, next time to wash, don't dry, don't get sick after eating."

Lao Zhu said a very fashionable jingle, quickly picked up a meat bun and stuffed it into his mouth.

Qin He shook helplessly, raised his head, and shouted towards the tall beggar in the corner.

"Brother, if you don't mind, come and warm up the fire too! Let's have a piece of cake!"

(End of this chapter)