Zombie King of Blood Race

Still remembering how Taft used beer and this thing this morning, and then ate this thing that turned into batter, Tao Xi twitched the corner of his mouth again.

The picture was so beautiful that he couldn't bear to look directly at it. .

So he was glad that he was a zombie and didn't have to eat this kind of thing.

Wanting to find a chair to rest for a while, but only saw a few small benches, Tausig twitched the corners of his mouth for the third time, how could he have forgotten that there is no such thing as a chair in the Taft house, just a bed... , Looking at the piles of hay, with many clothes hanging on it, and many beds with strong-smelling plants stuffed inside the clothes, Tausig decided that he should go out for a stroll!

No matter how long it took, he couldn't get used to such an environment.

As soon as he reached the door, he met Taft who was walking towards him, and Tausig stopped.

At the moment Tausig saw Taft, Taft also saw Tausig, unlike Tausig's calmness and composure, Taft looked nervous and nervous: "Your Excellency, are you going out?" ?”

"No, I just came back."

"So..." Wanting to say something, but didn't know what to say, Taft looked at Tausig hesitantly.

Aware of Taft's 'clumsy tongue' and awe of him, Tausig took the lead and said, "I brought you something back."

While speaking, Tausig turned and walked back into the house.

Following Tausig and walking into the house, Taft saw the venison on the table at a glance: "Your Excellency, this is, this is..."

"venison."

"Deer, venison?!!! You, you got it?!!!"

Although people in this age of the world can raise some chickens or ducks in their yards, they don’t raise other livestock. To be exact, even if they raise other kinds of livestock, they are not the kind of domesticated livestock. Yes... Let's take pigs as an example. The pigs they raise are not so much domestic pigs as wild boars. They are not only wild and unruly, but also very ferocious.

As for hunting, there are no shotguns, only bows and arrows, not even bows and arrows, what can they hit with farm tools?

Don’t even think about the deer. The wild boar may be lucky enough to catch a few piglets and bring them home to raise them. Unfortunately, they can only be chased by wild boars and run all over the mountain, and they may even lose their lives.

So when they go into the mountains, at most they just hunt rabbits, or hunt pheasants, pick up wild eggs, etc., but even so, it can make them happy for a few days, so it is no wonder that Taft saw the Meat, because it is still venison, will be so happy, after all, it is really too rare.

"Yes."

"You, you plan to give me all this meat?" Taft swallowed, looking back and forth between Tausig and the venison.

"Ah."

"Really? I mean, sir, are you really going to give me all this venison?"

"Yes." Tausig nodded tirelessly.

"Your Excellency, you are really too generous. Thank you so much, Your Excellency." When he said this, he paused, thinking of something, and Taft, who had lost his joy, looked at Tausig hesitantly.

He didn't speak, but raised the corners of his eyebrows slightly, and Tausig signaled Taft with his eyes, "If you have any questions, just ask."

"That, that..." After hesitating for a while, he finally made up his mind, but even after making up his mind, Taft felt a little guilty and nervous: "Your Excellency, I can, I mean, I can put these meat... , um, that..., sell, um..."

"You want to sell the meat for food?"

Just like poultry and livestock in this era of this world, the food here is not very abundant. There is no hybrid rice, and there is no machine planting. There are only oats and barley grown by hand. The barley that is relatively more delicious is only eaten by nobles. People pretend to be farmers like Taft, whose staple food is only oats and rye.

And there are no high-yield potatoes, corn, sweet potatoes, and Chinese cabbage here.

Even the nobles only eat onions, garlic, peas, beans, saffron and so on.

For farmers like Taft, the vegetables they can eat are mostly wild vegetables that grow in the wild. Lettuce from the back garden, or wild fruit picked from the woods.

In addition to not growing enough food, the land that farmers in this world grow is not their own.

The land used by the peasants was rented back from the nobles, so they had to pay the nobles a very expensive tax.

What is planted in one year will be used for taxation in two or three months.

It's just conceivable how much food they have left in their hands, so even if they get some meat by chance, they don't eat it, but store it as food.

"Yes, I mean, yes, sir."

"It's up to you, you can handle whatever I bring back from now on." Tausig said indifferently.

More than a year has allowed him to fully understand the living standards of people in this world and this era, so Tausig is not surprised that the other party chooses to sell the meat instead of eating it himself.

"Really, really?" Taft looked at Tausig with surprise.

"Of course, I keep my word."

"Thank you very much, I mean, your Excellency is really too generous." Taft said overjoyed while letting out a sigh of relief.

He is not the kind of person who will be swayed by a few good words from others. Tausig nodded indifferently again, and then he saw that Taft was still looking at him gratefully, and pointed to the meat that he put on the table. : "Aren't you going to deal with it?"

It's early summer now, this kind of fresh food, if you don't deal with it quickly, it will soon go bad. Of course, the reason why Tausig opened his mouth is not only because he didn't want the things he brought back to be wasted, but also because he opened the tower. Futuo meaning.

Even if he doesn't care anymore, he doesn't want to be used to look at God or the savior all day long, right?

"Yes, I mean, I'll deal with it now." After expressing his gratitude to Tausig, Taft walked towards the pile of venison on the table with bright eyes. go.

How good would it be if we could have as much meat every day?

Of course, Taussig could bring back one prey every day, but even if he just graduated from college, he still knew about Doumi En and worried about Mi Qiu. He didn't want everyone in the Taft family to get used to thinking that he raised them It's something that should be done, and once he doesn't bring back meat, he will feel resentful towards him, so he only brings back some meat occasionally.

He went out every day, but brought back meat once a month. Taussig seemed infrequent, but he still surprised Taft.

It is not small prey like rabbits and pheasants. The prey brought back every time are deer, wild boar, and even large herbivorous animals like argali. Taft, who has never seen Tausig's injury, silently Figure it out.

Leaving aside the ferocious wild boar and the vigorous deer, the argali is different from wild boars that are more than ferocious but not strong enough, and deer that are more than vigorous but not ferocious enough. Like a wild boar, it is extremely lethal.

The most important thing is that they live in groups and can run and jump freely and flexibly on the cliffs, so it is very difficult to catch this kind of animal, but the nobleman he rescued did it.

Could it be that the great nobleman he rescued was not only a nobleman, but also had a high level of force?

Judging from his body shape, he didn't see that the nobleman's force value was very high, but the facts told him that the nobleman he rescued had not only a high force value, but also a very high force value, so he, is he? not can -

*Churning in his heart, Taft, who was a little scared and a little excited, would blush with excitement every time he thought of his thought.

Once the ambition is generated, it will grow and grow like a weed in spring, and will gradually be overwhelmed by temptation. The timid Taft decides to try it.

Can the other one succeed?

It was rare that he didn't go out for a whole day, watching Taft who was turning around in front of him, and finally, regardless of his son's wishes, forcibly detained him by his side, Tausig's eyes flashed with interest.

I don't know what else this man wants to ask of him.

Taussig thought Taft was a very interesting person, and he "saved" him with only a piece of clothing that seemed to be affordable for a nobleman.

In other words, even though he knew he was a 'down and down' nobleman, he still 'saved' him.

Later, after learning that he was a 'big nobleman', this man didn't say anything, but helped him hide it.

He could see that this man didn't hide it for him just because he didn't want to say anything, but that this man also didn't want others to know his identity.

If it is said that the identity issue is because he has no intention of publicizing it, so that he will follow the trend, then the meat he brought back has not been known to the village or even his children, it is the man's own idea.

Taking a sneaky glance at the jerky hanging in a hidden and ventilated place on the beam of the house, Tao Xi once again showed a vague smile on his lips.

Seemingly honest and simple but has his own little ideas, this man is really interesting, isn't he?

Sitting in the chair that took him nearly a month to make, Tao Xitao raised the corners of his eyebrows slightly as he touched the smooth polished armrests of the chair.

"You mean, you want to learn martial arts from me?" He just graduated from university and a language school, how could he know martial arts, all he knows is killing skills.

"Yes, Your Excellency, I don't want to be as strong as Your Excellency, I just want, just want..." The courage at the beginning was swept away, and Taft said weakly.

Tausig, who did not immediately agree, lowered his eyes and thought, tapped the armrest of the chair with his fingers. After a while, he looked up at Taft again and agreed, "Yes."

"Really, really?" Hearing this, Taft, who had already felt hopeless, his eyes lit up, and he was overjoyed.

"Well, but..."

This turn made Taft think again, and he looked at Tausig nervously and apprehensively.

"You are past the age of learning martial arts. Even if you learn martial arts, you can only protect yourself."

From the conversation, I learned that Taft is only about 30 years old this year, but judging from his appearance, Taft is already in his forties.

After Taussig's observation, Taft is not the only one like this. The village and even those travelers who don't seem to be wealthy who pass by by chance also look very old.

From this, Tao Xi guessed that maybe this world and this era, people of this class are like this.

That's right, while working a lot, they are still short of food and clothing, and have incurable diseases. How can they not grow old if they live by overdrawing their lives?

And with such a body, even if he taught him all the killing skills, his body would not be able to support his use!

Somewhat disappointed but not desperate, Taft, who had long expected this outcome, pushed his son Trent, who was by his side, to Tausig.

"Your Excellency, what do you think of Trent? Can Trent do it?"

He is old, but his son—Trent is still young. If Trent is allowed to learn martial arts from this lordship now, will he be able to protect himself like him?

If Trent was appreciated by the great nobleman, would he become the nobleman's personal knight?

Thinking of this, his heart suddenly became hot, and Taft looked at Tausig with burning eyes.