Mercenaries and Adventurers

It was still dark, but Zhao Ji had already woken up, and through the moving tracks of the three moons in the night sky above his head, Zhao Ji felt that the sky was about to dawn. It was the moment before dawn.

He patted his head and got out from under the quilt. It was still quite cold in the early morning of autumn, Zhao Ji was shocked by the coldness and the moisture in the air, and his whole body shivered.

The campfire has been extinguished, and only a little warmth is left from the embers.

Zhao Ji turned around and pulled some dry weeds from the bushes next to the camp, and used a stone piece to push away the cooled ashes on the surface of the embers of the campfire. As expected, the campfire was still warm, so he carefully placed some dead grass on top, and blew into it with a small mouth.

Fresh air poured into the embers, giving them a little last sparkle. Fortunately, this weak fire ignited the withered grass. After it was ignited, Zhao Ji added a handful of twigs and shrub leaves. After these were also ignited, Zhao Ji put a large tree trunk to let it burn.

From the chest of his clothes, he took out the leftover breadsticks from yesterday. At this time, there were still about one-third of the breadsticks left. He ate a little bit after returning to the camp last night to satisfy his hunger. Now when he woke up, he was very hungry again.

He was too tired yesterday. After killing such a large group of slime monsters, he spent a long time collecting the slime monster corpses one by one and moved them to the swamp bank. He also wrapped them up one by one with leaves and watered them. some water to keep it moist.

After finishing all this, he was tired and hungry, sleepy to the point of no sleepiness, and his whole body was extremely excited. Rested after eating some hard-to-chew breadsticks.

At this time, Zhao Ji reheated the breadsticks and ate them, then ran to the drain to drink water, washed his face, and returned to the camp to pack his things.

Zhao Ji couldn't wait to return to the city, but so many slime monster corpses had to be dealt with properly. The ownership and quantity of the monster corpses he hunted must be guaranteed. And in order to build his reputation, he, Zhao Ji, had to invite the good drinkers in the tavern to confirm the results of the battle together.

He carried the packed quilt on his back, and hung his shield and dagger behind his back. Zhao Ji poured out the campfire with a piss, and then went to the place where the slime monster's corpse was stored to check.

He hunted a total of sixty-four slime monsters last night. At this time, these slime monsters were all wrapped in leaves and neatly arranged on the bank of the swamp. These slime monsters are big and small, the big one is as big as a washbasin, and Zhao Ji doesn't remember when he killed it, and the small one is only bigger than a fist, and it looks like it can be trampled to death with one foot.

Sixty-four slime monster corpses were put together, so that there was no insect chirping in this area of ​​the swamp, and even the early birds avoided this area.

Zhao Ji counted the slime monsters again, and after confirming the number, he set off for the gate of the city.

At this time, the morning light was already shining on the eastern horizon, and the swamp stench in the air seemed to be less unpleasant under the moist moisture of dawn.

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A little while later, when Zhao Ji came to the gate of the city, the sun had already risen from the horizon. The hard-working farmers have already lined up out of the city with their agricultural tools. They want to fight for the right to fetch water for their fields as early as possible. If they come late, it will take more than an hour just to line up to fetch water. After watering, I have more time to take care of my own little land.

And the farmers who are rotated to work this year to plant noble fields do not need to queue up early to fetch water. The fields of the nobles all have their own special diversion canals. Just lift the small stone gate beside the field, and the river water drawn from the Kendall River can automatically irrigate the vast fields of the nobles.

There were too many people leaving the city, and Zhao Jixiang had to give up his wish to enter the city early in the morning. He had to wait outside the city until there were fewer people before entering the city. He leaned against the gate of the city, yawning and looking at the gate All kinds of people outside.

The shepherd of the God of Saturn preaching outside the city gate today is not the one that Zhao Ji saw yesterday. This shepherd looks very young, wearing a large old robe that does not fit well, and the wheat ears and harvest are clumsily sewn on the robe. scene. The shepherd has no assistants, and is alone, holding a folded thin board.

He loudly beckoned the farmers to stop and watch what he was going to show, but the farmers who were out of the city were all anxious about their own land, and they just bowed to him when they passed by him, and then hurried to the Go to the distant fields. Only those farmers who were lined up to take care of the nobles' fields this year were not in a hurry, and gathered under the table of the Saturnalia shepherd's hand to see what was in the thin wooden boards of the young shepherd's hand.

After two more greetings, seeing that more than 20 farmers had gathered under the stage, the shepherd probably felt that there were enough people, so he unfolded the large thin wooden board in his hand.

The unfolded thin wooden board was as big as an adult's bed, and some things were colorfully painted on it, and the farmers below were surprised.

Zhao Ji's angle was not good, and he couldn't see what was on the thin board, so he squeezed into the surrounding farmers in two steps.