Across the Far Mountain Tea Farmers

The mountain life in winter is very leisurely.After having two more strong laborers, even Xiong Da was at ease.

Every morning, apart from Wen Lun, the other six people would practice first. Originally, it was just Xiong Da, Master Hao, and Jia Junshi; but then Cui Lian also joined in.Of course they are not as big as Xiong Da, they practiced well, they just punched once to move their bodies.After finishing the work, three servants made breakfast, two strong men went to sweep the snow, and Xiong Da was left to dig his wife out of the kang.

This is a very difficult task.Not bad in winter, simply unscientific!

Xiong Da had to go through a series of inhumane seduction incidents by his wife before he could put him at the dinner table.

Wen Lun ate very little breakfast.He woke up, but his stomach was still awake, staring at the sweat on Xiong Da's forehead: "It's hot?"

Xiong Da was very depressed.Seeing his disheveled daughter-in-law rubbing against him, he not only had to dress properly, but also cared about her physical condition, and she asked him "very hot" innocently?

Xiong Da felt very anxious, especially when there were people around him all the time, which made him a little anxious.

Wen Lun heard Xiong Da's heart beating a little fast, and gave him a strange look.

Wen Lun was the only one with such calmness.The other five people didn't dare to breathe because of General Xiong's deterrent force.It happened that someone knocked on the door, and Li Er put the bowl away: "I'll go and open the door!"

In the middle of running, Li Er suddenly remembered the experience of opening the door twice before, and immediately slowed down the movement of putting it on the door bolt.There shouldn't be any adults outside the door this time, right?

The village head shrank his neck and stood outside the door, stomping his feet in the cold.Seeing Li Er, the village chief didn't dare to complain about the late opening of the door, so he picked up the basket placed by his feet and stuffed it into Li Er's arms: "Let's raise a litter of chicks first, and I'll give them to you when there are some hens in the village. Bring some here." After saying that, Li Er couldn't respond, and the village chief left in a hurry.

The two groups of people who came two days ago frightened the village head.The folk customs in the eight hundred miles of mountains have always been tough, no matter how poor each household is, they all have machetes, bows and arrows.Children at the age of five or six can make their own slingshots to catch rabbits.But the village chief had never seen such a long knife on the backs of the two groups of people who came.That is much more prestigious than the waist knives of the yamen servants in the county yamen.Besides, the people in the eight hundred miles of mountains did not just talk about the heavy snow closing the mountain.In winter, how much ability do you have to be able to enter the mountains?The village chief didn't hear the decree, otherwise Baobuqi would be paralyzed from fright.

Li Er lifted the torn quilt that covered the basket, revealing the dozen or so chickens huddled together inside.

Wen Lun had seen it and asked him to keep it in the barn.In order to keep warm, rural people usually keep these little chickens in the kitchen or even in the bedroom.But Young Master Wen was not short of money. He had enough firewood and charcoal in his house, and the barn could also be heated.

The servants who have raised a wave of chicks already have some experience.The little chicks were more experienced than them, and after they left, they staggered out of the basket, got into the little cock's belly and squatted down.

Wen Lun finally came to his senses after seeing the little chickens. He watched Xiong Da and the others pack up their equipment, and curiously reached for the knife on the table.

This kind of knife is not a handicraft that Wen Lun has seen before, it is a real murderous weapon.Wen Lun felt that it was heavy in his hand, and he put it back on the table after a while.He picked up the bow again, pulled it, but didn't pull it.

Xiong Da smiled and came over to teach his daughter-in-law: "Stand up, keep your feet apart, and use your waist strength..." The two big hands touched wherever they went.

When Wen Lun's scumbag head heard the waist strength, it short-circuited instantly.Isn't the bow drawn by hand?How to use waist strength?Twist it?

Junshi Jia turned his head to remind: "My lord, it's time for us to set off."

Xiong Da stopped with great regret, pulled Wen Lun to give instructions, and then scanned the three servants with ferocious light waves one by one, and then went into the mountain fully armed.

There is no fresh food at home in the cold winter months.Vegetables are pickled, and so is meat.After eating for half a month, Wen Lun felt like he was turning into pickles and bacon. These days, he just drank some white porridge with pickles or something.

Xiong Da remembered what Jia Junshi said to make up for it, so he decided to go up the mountain to get some game.

Master Hao and Junshi Jia felt that the old leader was too troublesome.

"The deer is too hot." Xiong Da pulled out his arrow, dropped his sword and turned to kill the deer and left.

The old men dragged the deer away.

"Wild boar, this one is too big, and the meat is rough." Xiong Da turned around and aimed at a half-big wild boar weighing seventy or eighty catties.

The old subordinates deal with the big wild boar.

"Pheasant, this is good, stew chicken soup for my daughter-in-law." Xiong Da easily carried a bunch of pheasants, and a half-sized wild boar came down the mountain.

Two old men followed behind with a deer and a big wild boar.

When the three of them entered, Wen Lun was leading three servants to make crossbows.He found a piece of text in a pile of miscellaneous books, and with his half bucket of water from military fans, he pondered and drew a four-dimensional blueprint.

Master Xiong Da and Master Hao couldn't quite understand it, but Junshi Jia's eyes widened as he watched, and finally his hands trembled a little.

Mr. Hao saw that something was wrong, so he hurriedly asked: "What's wrong?"

Junshi Jia swallowed, and glared at Wen Lun like a ghost: "Mr. Wen, is this Liannu?" Mr. is not screaming, and not every scholar can be worthy of the word "Mr."Although Jia Junshi is now a military man, he still has the lofty spirit of a scholar in his bones.He stayed at Xiong's house for a few days and saw Wen Lun teaching several people how to read and write. Although he admired Wen Lun's ability to teach without discrimination, he also vaguely felt that what Wen Lun did was a bit... insulting to the gentleman.

When it comes to weapons, the three soldiers know a lot about each other.Even if they couldn't understand the blueprint, the other two's eyes widened as soon as the name of Liannu came out.The three servants didn't know much about it, and they didn't think it was a big deal.

There are crossbows.Because it can only be single-shot, the winding time is too long, and it is not used much on the battlefield.More are the giant bed crossbows used for defending and attacking the city on the city wall, and their power is astonishing.

Liannu is just a concept, mostly appearing in some wild history and strange novels.In reality, neither the military bureau of the imperial court nor the so-called aristocratic families have ever stopped researching Liannu.

Who is Wen Lun?It's just a concubine from the county magistrate's family.The power of the county magistrate's mansion is nothing more than the king and hegemony in Longzhou County, and the aristocratic family can't even talk about it.Can a Liannu be made with just a piece of vague text? !

Wen Lun didn't feel that there was anything wrong, he was struggling with this thing all day long: "This book is wrong, if you make it according to it, it won't work at all." The exploded diagram he saw before is still reliable, but the material technology is not good enough. Otherwise, with a continual crossbow, maybe he can also hunt?

The three described it as looking at the book strangely.That's just a legendary story, and of course there won't be such a sophisticated weapon making method.

Xiong Da's face suddenly became serious: "Daughter-in-law, don't play with this." Although he has little knowledge, he has a sensitivity to weapons.Not to mention the blueprints, but even the pile of parts on the table, it can be seen that the feasibility is not small, not to mention the complete model that Wen Lun is building.

Wen Lun looked up at the faces of the three people, and knew that something was wrong, so he packed up all his things, handed them over to Xiong Da, and asked nonchalantly, "You guys came back so soon, what did you do?"

Xiong Da suddenly smiled, and pulled Wen Lun to show off the spoils.

Junshi Jia and Mr. Hao put away the things together.

Cuilian and the three of them had always had a good look at each other.The situation looked different from that in the county magistrate's mansion, so they went out together to help slaughter the prey.When it came time for the real slaughter, the three of them could only fight.

The pheasant was very beautiful, and Wen Lun pulled it out so that it became bald.He took the blood-stained chicken feathers and asked Bihe to make feather dusters and shuttlecocks.

In the yard, the three strong men were very busy.

Junshi Jia looked at Wen Lun's back and sighed, "Sir, you are talented." He glanced at Xiong Da again, shook his head, and sighed.

Xiong stared with big eyes, what does this mean?He, Xiong Da, is not good enough for his wife?

Dinner was very rich.Wen Lun also asked Li Er to open a jar of wine.Except that he couldn't drink it himself, the three servants each drank a cup, and the three strong men even blushed.

If you drink too much, you will naturally talk more.

"My lord, you still have a daughter-in-law when you go home. Many of our brothers have gone home, and we don't even have a house."

"Yeah, does He San'er still remember? That head was almost cut open."

"Remember, that kid has a big life."

"Hey! When he goes back, his mother-in-law has already run away with someone. No one will take care of the funeral when the old mother dies."

"Zhang Gouzi was not very handsome before. When he returned to the village, his wife asked him to make peace and leave."

"Oh, Zhang Gouzi's face is ruined."

Wen Lun felt sad.There are only a few people at Xiong Da's age who can retire from the army.Most soldiers are already in their 30s by the time they are discharged from the army.In Qi State, in his 30s, he could be a grandfather soon.These people joined the army at the age of seventeen or eighteen, and some even entered the barracks at a younger age. After going there for more than ten years, they didn't even know where their homes were when they returned home.

At night Wen Lun tossed and turned, unable to sleep.

Xiong Da simply pulled him into his arms: "What's wrong?"

Wen Lun felt that he had a bit of Madonna disease, but he was really conflicted if he didn't say it: "Can your comrades be allowed to work in the tea garden? You see, they have no place to go, and our tea garden is short of manpower."

Xiong Da suddenly opened his eyes, pressed Wen Lun's back neck and kissed him.Lips and tongues forcefully pried open Wen Lun's lips and teeth, forcing him to respond domineeringly, not allowing him to escape, not leaving any corners for him!

Wen Lun didn't struggle twice.Strength is on the one hand, and on the other hand... the voice of lips and tongue intertwined, under the amplification of his hearing, it is really embarrassing to PLAY.Feelings of embarrassment took over, not to mention... it didn't feel bad.

The sound of blood flowing was more intense than usual, as if the sea had torn off its pretense of calm and instantly became choppy.

Xiong Da looked at Wen Lun who was rarely obedient, and suddenly understood Jia Junshi's sigh.How can a person be so good?Such a good person actually married him, and even accompanied him to hide in the mountains and forests, is that okay?Obviously, with Wen Lun's talent and bearing, he is more suitable to be in that court, and more people are more suitable to be in that court!

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stepmother/father

Little Chicken: Jiji?What about rice?

Young roosters peck rice for feeding.

Little Chicken: Jiji.want to sleep.

The little rooster carefully hatched the chicks, but was beaten violently by the chicks because they were unskilled in the business.

Little Rooster ┭┮﹏┭┮: The nests are not Mama, nor Baba.

Onlookers o(*≧▽≦)ツ: Enangenang~