Zombie King of Blood Race

Without alarming anyone, he came to the gate of Taft's house in a short while. Tausig had just pushed the door with Trent in his front foot, when a slightly suspicious voice came from behind him.

"Why did you come back so early?" After glancing at Tausig, then at Trent who was held under his arm, Taft, who was holding a farm tool in his hand, asked doubtfully.

"Trent sprained his ankle." Ignoring their voices, he put down his work and looked curiously at the two little sisters of the Taft family. on the haystack.

After he put Trent down, the two little sisters of the Taft family also surrounded him.

"Is it serious?" Rather than caring about Trent's health, it is better to say that his injury will affect his future exercise. Taft put the farm tools in his hand and pushed away the two sisters, Lia and Lina. , squatting|looking at Trent's sprained ankle.

"It's not serious, just rest for five or six days."

"That's good, that's good." Hearing this, he no longer worried, Taft stood up and turned to Tausig and said, "In the last two days, I plan to go to town with Zane and the others. Come here, sir, do you want to go with us?"

In addition to the wild boar they hunted some time ago, Taft has already saved a lot of dried meat, so he plans to sell some.

Of course, he did this not only because he didn't want the jerky to go bad, but also because he speculated based on the weather that today might not be a good harvest year.

In fact, he did not want Tausig to go to town with them at all. Taft was very afraid that Tausig would stay in town and never come back.

Then he will regret it to death.

At the moment when he asked Tausig, he already had some regrets. Taft looked at Tausig nervously and awkwardly, hoping that he would say no.

It's a pity that he didn't wait for a negative answer, and Tausig nodded and agreed.

Feeling even more regretful in his heart, Taft couldn't help complaining in his heart that he was talking too much.

Not knowing the remorse in Taft's heart, Tausig is very much looking forward to the upcoming "far journey". He is very curious about what the towns in this world will look like in this era.

The time passed quickly, and in the blink of an eye, it was the day agreed by everyone in the village. Taft, who had already been prepared, carried his bag and walked to the meeting place.

Although there are horse-drawn carriages in this era in this world, horse-drawn carriages are not something that farmers can afford. They rely more on their two legs to travel.

Like Taft, they all carried a bag behind their backs, but the bags carried by all of them were much more deflated than Taft's.

A few days ago, a wild boar of one or two hundred catties was carried back to the village. How could it not be discovered by the villagers? Fortunately, Taft did not hide it, and generously let everyone know that they had brought back a wild boar.

Later, in order to prevent some people from feeling jealous, Taft endured the heartache and took out some wild boar for everyone.

The hands of others are short, and the mouth of others is short. What's more, everyone knows that Taft hunted a wild boar two days ago, so today his bag is bigger than others. It is also a normal thing, isn't it? ?

Otherwise, little people sometimes have great wisdom.

Compared with raw meat, jerky certainly takes up less space and holds more, so there are more things in Taft's bag than everyone knows.

Not everyone walks on foot, no matter where, even in the most remote and poorest small villages, there are poor and rich households.

Coming in a 'horse' cart, the arrival of this family attracted envious looks from everyone.

Even if the 'horse' pulling the cart is just a donkey, everyone is still envious.

Soon all the people arrived. They each carried a big bag, and after raising their hands to their families, they followed the carriage and walked out of the village.

Maybe it's because of the large number of people. The long journey doesn't make everyone feel lonely. They walk in the fields talking and laughing.

But this time was different from the past. While joking and laughing, everyone couldn't help turning their eyes to the rear of the team.

No wonder everyone is so curious, but Tausig is really too 'mysterious' to blame.

He has been in the village for so long, and the number of times people have seen him can be counted on the fingers, so how could everyone miss this rare opportunity to observe him.

No wonder some people said that the man Taft rescued was likely to be a nobleman. When I saw him every day, the aura and temperament of this man were really extraordinary.

Tsk tsk tsk, Taft is really lucky to be able to save a nobleman.

Hmph, so what about rescuing a nobleman? You can tell at a glance that this nobleman is a down-and-out nobleman. What is the use of rescuing such a nobleman? Will save such a nobleman back.

There are those who are envious, and those who are jealous and then contemptuous, but no matter what they think, they can't affect Tausig.

Falling at the end of the team, looking around, Tausig narrowed his eyes slightly at the fields that are very different from the modern ones and have a very natural style.

Although this world is backward, the scenery is by no means comparable to that of the world he once lived in. The wilderness as far as the eye can see is not only vast but also full of blue waves.

Different from Tausig's leisurely, even in the mood to enjoy the scenery, people who have long been accustomed to the surrounding scenery are more concerned about whether the things they brought to the town this time can be sold at a good price, and the quality of the things they sell Whether the money can pay the upcoming taxes.

No matter how beautiful the scenery was, he couldn't stand watching it for a long time. Tausig, who was already a little visually tired, turned his gaze away and looked at the crowd.

After realizing it, they found that besides a big bag full of things on their backs, everyone was also holding a handful of farm tools in their hands.

They are holding a fork, or a rake, or a hoe, do they have to carry farm tools even when they travel because they love work so much?

In other words, they want to grow things on the side of the road while traveling?

how can that be.

Just thinking about it, Tausig wanted to understand the reason for this.

Unlike the convenience and safety of modern travel, long-distance travel in this era of the world is a very dangerous thing.

Everyone who travels will not only encounter robbers, but also very likely to encounter wild beasts. It is very necessary to carry a 'weapon' with them.

If he recalled correctly, Taft did not appear to have carried a 'weapon' such as a fork, rake, or pick.

Thinking of this, he cast his gaze on Taft, and a look of understanding flashed in Tausig's eyes.

It’s not that Taft did not carry a ‘weapon’, but the ‘weapon’ he carried was a sickle. Obviously there are many people like Taft who only carry a sickle. Those who do not carry forks, rakes, hoes, etc. , mostly with a sickle.

In the blink of an eye, they had already walked for more than half a day. According to Taft, they still needed to walk for nearly a day before reaching the town closest to their village.

This is also the reason why the people in their village go to town collectively.

Because it is really not easy to go once.

There are no official roads or post stations. Most of the roads that Taft and the others traveled were roads formed by people walking a lot, and these roads were mostly located between fields and forests.

Since then, a problem has arisen, what should we do when night comes?

What else to do, of course, the sky is the quilt, and the ground is the seat.

Fortunately, it is summer now, except for some mosquitoes, everyone is not worried about being frozen.

Of course, these are minor problems. The biggest problem for everyone is safety. They are ordinary farmers in the wild, and they don't worry much about robbers. They are more worried about wild animals than robbers.

A group of three or five formed a group, and then lit a bonfire, and everyone consciously took turns to watch the night and sleep in turn.

Surrounded by a campfire with Taft, although these people are Taft's neighbors, they, like everyone else, rarely see Taussig.

While chatting with Taft, the people who looked at Tausig from time to time and stopped talking, the atmosphere was not as active as when chatting with Taft alone.

Knowing that these people are so reserved because of him, Tausig took a look at the dinner held by everyone, and stood up after thinking for a while.

Different from modern times, in the wild in this era, you should be able to catch some rabbits, or wild animals!

After all, he didn't want to eat something like vomit soaked in beer.

It is said to be bread, but it is actually just a mass of unfermented cooked dough. Because of its long-term preservation, these cooked doughs are often used as dry food.

And the way to eat these doughs is also very simple, just take some beer and soak them for a while.

Yes, you read that right, not water, but beer.

The reason why beer is used is not because the dough tastes better when soaked in beer. In this world, whether it is a farmer or an aristocrat, the water they drink on weekdays is wine.

Water is extremely perishable and tastes very bad, so people in this world will choose to drink alcohol even for the sake of their health.

It's just that most of the peasants drink low-quality beer, while the nobles drink mostly high-end wine.

After tasting the beer of this world, Taussig found that the beer of this world was very different from the beer he had ever drunk. Later, he learned from Taft that the beer of this world and this era is not It is not made with hops but with fragrant bayberry.

As for hops, people in this world don't even know what hops are.

As soon as Tausig stood up, he attracted everyone's attention. Even the villagers sitting by other bonfires also turned their attention to Tausig.

Rao was as calm as Tausig, but his heart was tightened by this attention. After he left a word, he hurried to the forest not far away.

"I'm going to catch a rabbit and come back."

Catch a rabbit and bring it back?

Catch a rabbit?

rabbit?

With his slender arms and legs, can he really catch a rabbit?

and………

Glancing at the forest that had already become dangerous due to the darkness, the people sitting by the bonfire either showed worry in their eyes or frowned slightly.

It really is the young master/master of a noble family, does he think rabbits are so easy to catch?

Didn't he know that the forest at night is the most dangerous?

Is he really all right?

Do you want to call him back now?

Will the other party listen to them?

If the other party is really in danger, should they save him?

Taft, who watched Taussig leave unlike the others who were either entangled or contemptuous, paused, put down the clay bowl in his hand, and silently thought about how he should respond when others asked him.