Mountains and seas can be flat

In the past few years, Tengmao did not become pregnant during Qiugong's rape. It was not luck, but because of the help of herbs.

She is a "female hunter", but in Qiugong, all women suffered the same.If they become pregnant, they will change from hunters to light laborers.It is actually not easy to do those things of sewing, cooking and feeding children, and it is not what Tengmao is good at.

The quantity of this kind of contraceptive herb is very rare, it was secretly refined by Elder Wu Xu, and there are only three or four copies a year at most.Elder Wu Xu used it to win over the strongest women in the tribe, and they didn't want to lose their fighting power due to pregnancy.

This is just something that has been secretly circulated and agreed among the top female hunters, and other women in the tribe don't know about it.Fujimao has a sense of crisis. She is 20 years old and has been a female hunter for three years. Her physical strength is declining and she has new competitors.If she didn't help Elder Wu Xu with some extra errands, it's very likely that Rong Rong's share would not be distributed to her this year.

Her complexion changed drastically and she asked the boy, "How do you know?"

Fang Zheng avoided answering, and asked, "Why is Rongrong so rare?"

The tone of his question was low and his voice was weak, but the awe-inspiring aura in it shocked Teng Mao. She somewhat understood why Elder Wu Xu had to kill this guy, and why Elder Xuan Si had to save this guy.

The reason why it is difficult to refine the scorpion is because the raw material scorpion grass is difficult to collect. This kind of difficulty is not only because of its scarcity, but even if it is found, it will be guarded by a terrible beast.

Seeing that she was silent, the young man said to himself, "It's because of that beast called Xiaoyang. Right?"

Xiaoyang belongs to the baboon family, a man-eating beast with a very large mouth, black hair all over, and protruding soles of his feet.It even has the habit of some apes. It is used to yelling wildly after catching its prey, as if mocking them, and eating after "laughing enough".

Tengmao shivered. When Elder Wu Xu sent them to pick rongrong grass, he had instructed them to wait until Xiaoyang left to pick them.Fortunately, it went out for ten days and half a month, and the collection was not dangerous.Bad luck, half of the picking, the thing returned to the nest...

Tengmao didn't want to think about it again, she had witnessed it once, and she would never forget the death of her senior female hunter for the rest of her life.

They only succeeded in picking once three years ago, but failed twice later, so there are fewer and fewer lotus.

Tengmao now not only wants to stir the small bone knife into the boy's wound as the elder said, but also wants to cut off his mouth.

But in the next moment, she almost dropped the knife in her hand.

"Don't you want to know how to deal with Xiaoyang?" Fang Zheng asked.

"How to deal with it?" She gritted her teeth, looked suspiciously, and couldn't believe it.

The boy sighed: "My body hurts so much, my stomach is about to burn, you open those medicine jars on Elder Wu Xu's shelf and show me."

Tengmao suddenly changed his face, and raised it to hang above his wound, "Looking for death!"

"It's really loyal. But even if you do what he said, will he really give you Rongrong? Rongrong can't use it until the day before. Did he say that he will give it to you at that time?"

Tengmao's expression changed: "Yes..."

How did this young man know what Elder Wu Xu said to her?

Fang Zheng sneered, as expected, it was too easy to guess.too naive.

"What if he repents? Anyway, it's useless for you to finish the job. Why don't you save the medicine and win over other people?"

He has seen this kind of things that turned his face and refused to eat and vomit a lot.

Succeeded in hanging Tengmao's knife, Fang Zheng saw her gradually turning pale, and said, "I'm different, I can't do anything lying here, I need someone to steal the medicine for me, and I need someone to follow me. I have no one to choose from. The woman who went out just now was so stupid that I didn’t even bother to take a look. If you help me, I’ll tell you how to deal with the beast Xiaoyang. You can pick as many pods as you want .”

Teng Mao looked at him mockingly: "You keep saying that the elder will go back on his word, why should I believe that you won't go back on it?"

The young man looked at her with hatred: "If I die in two days, you are useless. If I can't die, that elder will always need you to do things. One day, your lotus ointment also arrived."

Tengmao was almost entangled by him, thought for a while in a daze, and shook his head: "No, no... If he doesn't kill you, he will punish me and send someone else."

The young man sighed: "It's not up to him if you die, isn't that because of the other elder's superb medical skills? You can't even shirk it."

Teng Mao still felt that something was wrong, but gradually followed his train of thought: "If he doubts..."

"Is he going to tell you to try not to make traces?"

Fujimao nodded blankly, and the boy was right again.

The boy mocked and smiled, and guessed right again.He dare not say that he is smart, but he has always speculated about human nature in the most shameless and dark direction, because he knows how odious people can be when they are dark.

"He didn't dare to let you make obvious marks, because another elder would find out. On the other hand, he still can't find out whether you have really made marks. As long as you insist on telling him, you will do as ordered. As for why I If I can’t die, isn’t it because of another elder’s excellent medical skills, or because of my own good physique, or some ghost reason that only God knows?”

"No, no, no, Elder Wu Xu must have a way to know whether I have done it or not..." Tengmao's deep-rooted concepts have been strongly acting in her heart, and her mentality of unconditional obedience to authority is controlling her.Elders are all-knowing and all-powerful.

"Let's make a bet. If you don't do anything this time, see if this elder named Wu Xu will suspect you, or another elder named Xuan Si, right? Suspect that his medical skills are hidden? After you see it with your own eyes, we will Let’s talk about hunting Xiaoyang.”

Based on this woman's IQ and the fact that she is easily controlled, plus there are rewards hanging in front of her, the superior would never have thought that she would have other thoughts—this is exactly what the young man made after observing and communicating. judge.

Tengmao wavered and stammered, "Try, try this time."

"Bring his medicine jar here." Fang Zheng commanded unceremoniously.

Teng Mao shook his head violently, and said angrily: "I only promised to make a bet, I didn't promise to help you!"

"Do you like to help?" Fang Zheng snorted again, but he said too much in one breath and couldn't help coughing, "But I lie here every day, there are so many people entering and leaving the commune, like you Such a silly woman, it's not that she can't find someone else to replace her..."

Teng Mao almost pierced the bone fork again, Fang Zheng coughed and said: "Stop, you are useless if I die, and there is no way to deal with Xiaoyang after I die."

Tengmao felt that she had fallen into a trap: if she killed the boy according to the elder's order, and the elder thought she was useless and betrayed her, she would not be able to get Rong Rong.If she didn't kill the boy but didn't help him, and let him lie here for treatment, then the boy might find another partner, and she wouldn't be able to hunt Xiaoyang.

Either I will kill him according to the elder's order, and then hope that the elder will keep his promise and give her Xiaorong; or I can only accept the conditions to help this young man, and hope that he will keep his promise and teach him how to deal with Xiaoyang...

She hated this feeling and felt unreliable.She had always been the top female hunter before, and she had never done such a thing for Elder Wu Xu, so she didn't know his credit.This year has gone downhill, so I have no choice but to take this step.

Fang Zheng seemed to see through her mind: "Rely on the elders to give medicine, even if you have it this year. What about next year? What about the year after? Your physical fitness is getting worse and worse, and gradually no matter how you work for him, you will not give you medicine. But if you know how to subdue Xiaoyang, from now on, once and for all..."

It's all about character, the difference between once and forever.

Tengmao felt that the balance in his heart was tilting, and asked tremblingly, "Who are you...?"

The young man looked at her quietly, and finally said: "My name is Fang Zheng, and you don't need to know the rest."

Although Fang Zheng looked at her, his eyes turned to the void, looking at the past years.

He likes autumn in Beijing, and his adoptive father would take him to see the yellow leaves in the Temple of Earth.

I also like spring, there are cherry blossoms in Yuyuantan.

He likes to go to the martial arts class, and the master said he is a good seed.He doesn't care about those, but it allows him to use his strength and escape from boring textbooks, he likes it very much...

I actually like it all year round, the shadow of the White Pagoda in the lake, the bronze statue by the lotus pond...

That was before the age of 12.

12 years old is a dividing point, the memory of that year was initially white.

The white pages of books, the collection of white papers, piled up to the height of the ceiling, were hidden in bundles and boxes, and he, who was considered weak, struggled to hide those things under the floor.

But there was still not enough space under the floor, and before the hiding was finished, the Red Guards who searched came to the door.Those white pages and papers were all shredded, burned, confiscated and discarded.

My father is also white, with white hair all night.

Then the memory turns red.

The big-character posters painted red on the walls covered the door and corridors of his house, the bulletin boards of his father’s appointment as a teacher, and the arms of young students.During that time, my father also turned red, and there were always blood and scars on his body.

Finally the memory turned black.

The smelly cow stables were black, and the skinny hands protruding from the fence were also dirty black.

Fang Zheng's heart also turned black.

——I can do anything for you, Fang Zheng knelt and kowtowed outside the fence, no matter how dirty, bloody, and dark things are, in order to live with you, I can do them all.

At that time, no one would care about a 12-year-old child from the five categories of black background.Not to mention that he was picked up. Apart from his adoptive father, he has no relatives anymore.

With a cynical heart, in order to survive, he wandered in the dirty alleys, accepted the care of a certain "organization", and became a gangster.Because he can fight, he was appreciated by the leader and fought more.

The "organization" grows stronger, and there are more and more fights to be fought.He seems to have become the "backbone" of those gangsters. Although he is young, he has rich experience in fighting.

Of course, the hooligan organization has other jobs, such as stealing and blackmailing, but he doesn't do it, because those "little things" "don't bother Brother Fang."

He also doesn't have the face and talent to pickpocket, he can only be a thug.

This kind of gangster organization doesn't cause many deaths, and it doesn't dare to mix in the way of murder, arson, gangsters and drugs.The essence is the empty life of a group of ignorant and vagrant youths wandering the streets.

He's been through a lot, and he's met all kinds of people.

Among those things, the cleanest and most boring is memorizing documents outside the stables.

One word at a time, "Shan Hai Jing Guang Zhu", "Wu Zang Shan Jing", "Da Huang Jing", "Overseas Classics", their picture praise, proofreading, textual research, and the main content of derived papers...

Carry those books and documents that were secretly hidden, banned, burned, and belonged to the "stinky old nine".

Recite it to his adoptive father.

In fact, Fang Zheng had no interest at all, and it was very painful to memorize, but he had to memorize it, for the sake of the continuous research of being locked up in the cow stable, and also to prevent the people there from committing suicide, and for the last bit of dying tenderness in the world. Light.

From 13 to 23 years old, from teenager to youth.

Full of documents, but also dirty hands.

Fang Zheng thought of those chases and confrontations in the dark night; the blunt sound of wooden sticks hitting his body; the disgusting smell of stinky sewers and garbage dumps; .

If you do too much fighting, there will be retribution.When he was fighting in a group again, he was struck by a bolt of lightning.

It is said that when a person dies, time will slow down, and the soul of a person will fly out of the body to see the scene before his death, and the picture of his life will flash before his eyes like a revolving lantern.

Fang Zheng didn't want to look at those pictures, and didn't want to look at the memory. At the end, the low and weak voice in the stable was still the same sentence:

"Be a good boy."

Every time I report my recent situation to you outside the stable, I am actually lying to you.

——I am fine, I am in school, and the teachers in the school are taking care of me. I graduated from elementary school today, and I graduated from junior high school today. I can go to university.

False, there is no learning to go to, the school does not teach subject knowledge, only how to dance the loyalty dance and recite quotations.If I go to school with this kind of composition, I will be criticized and fought every day.I don't go to school.

But not to let you know, not to let you know that a lot of things are gone.

——For me, this mine is not so much the retribution for those things, but the retribution for lying to you.

In the slow moment of the passing of the soul, I also saw things not long after, I hope that it is not Fang Zheng's imagination-the long ten years of chaos are over, his adoptive father is finally released from the stable, the research is not in the middle, and he can start again start up.After surviving the most difficult period, can he take care of himself and survive?Anyway, in his early fifties, he's not too old... There's still time to adopt another child for retirement.

Fang Zheng thought to himself, in this way, he will leave without worries.

——Don't inquire about those things, don't go back to what I did in those ten years, and don't look for traces of my bones, the lightning strikes cleanly.I haven't done any good things in my life, my hands are dirty and my heart is dirty, it's best to clean it up.

——Don’t ask school by school if they have accepted a student named Fang Zheng, don’t ask how many years the university has suspended the exam, don’t go from house to house and bother the neighbors to ask if the child has eaten.There is no subsidy for children, there is no uncle of the academic committee to take you to see the red leaves in Xiangshan, there is no birth certificate and you know that your biological father is a red five-category ingredient, none of them exist, they are all lying to you.

——Deceived by lightning.

It turned out that after that ending, now he will have such a beginning.This body is still his own, a sixteen or seventeen-year-old body, and the muscles carry the memory of strength.The brain also carries the memory of those literature knowledge.

Pu Lei, Gui Qing, Rong Rong, Xiao Yang...there will be a day when they will be really useful.

This was something he never expected in those ten years of chaos.He always felt that those were the most useless things in the world.

Fang Zheng's eyes turned cold, and he showed a tough and commanding expression to Teng Mao: "Don't stand still, pass the medicine jar."

He wants to live for himself, although he doesn't know what to look forward to in this primitive and ancient era, and he doesn't know what he can do while alive.

But there are two things he knows very well,

First, he didn't want to die.

Second, whether God disdains to accept a person like him or pity his experience is beyond his control, but he hates such a heaven.He wants to live and toss and never rest.

The author has something to say:

I thought about it over and over again in the years before traveling. The earliest setting was from the revolutionary era, but it was deleted under the guidance of the editor, because the revolutionary soldiers in the real background could not be written.Later, it was planned to be set in modern times, but in recent years, my country's ancient archeology has been too impressive. For non-professionals, I dare not deal with things after the 80s. It can only be set before the 70s. The traditional culture of "Shan Hai Jing" cannot be superimposed. , will inevitably hit the wen'ge era.It does not evade, render or paint much about this era, and it is used as a common background with a few strokes.Don't worry everyone, this level is online.My desire to survive has always been strong.Thank you for your thunder and nutrient solution.Kaiwen continues to send out red envelopes~