It feels bad not to be trusted, but fortunately, Zhang Miao is mentally prepared, since you don't believe it, let's talk about the facts.

"Ah Miao, do you really have a way to make money?" A sixteen or seventeen-year-old young man stopped beside Zhang Miao, his name is Zhang Chuang, he is Zhang Miao's cousin, he has a brave and ruthless personality, and he smells the same as Zhang Miao on weekdays.

"Brother Chuang, don't you believe me either?" Zhang Miao asked with a smile.

Zhang Chuang scratched the back of his head, they were all brothers who grew up together, they knew each other well, and from the bottom of his heart, he didn't believe that Zhang Miao would have a way to make money. But the friendship between the two made him unable to say anything he didn't believe.

"Ah Miao, if you have any way, just talk about it, no matter how you try it, it's always fine, a dead horse should be a live horse doctor." Another young man, Zhang Ping, said. In the village, the three of them are an iron triangle, and they have always fought together, and Zhang Ping's flexible head plays the role of a think tank.

"Needless to say, you can do whatever I do." Zhang Miao said calmly, looking at the woods in the valley, there are a lot of ash, and there is a name for ash trees in later generations!

After the thieves withdrew, the villagers rushed back to the village as soon as possible, trying to extinguish the fire burning in the house. However, the fire was already in place, and the roof was covered with thatch, so it was difficult to extinguish the fire once it was burning.

The howling north wind intensified the fire, and the whole village burned into a single piece.

Seeing this, all the women wept bitterly. The men clenched their fists, their eyes shining with hatred.

Some people rushed frantically towards the burning house, trying to salvage something, only to be held back by others. In this case, it is likely to be life-threatening.

Of course, there are also some houses with small fires, and the owners of the houses rush into the houses to try to salvage some belongings.

The house can't be saved, how many things can be snatched up!

In fact, after the looting of the thief army like locusts, most of the things in each family are left, and even fewer can be rescued.

Those yellow turban thieves are all homeless and homeless, they are all poor and hungry people, and there is nothing they don't want.

Zhang Yu ran to the door of the house, looking at the house that had been engulfed in flames, and his heart was full of despair. The courtyard was empty, except for the heavier stone grinders, and there were only the broken men placed by the courtyard wall, perhaps because they were broken, so they were not taken away.

Sticking the spear into the ground, Zhang Yuchung squatted down with his hands in his hands, quietly watching the firelight.

"Big brother."

"Patriarch."

Zhang Qi, Zhang Jin and other men in the village came to the courtyard of Zhang Yu's house. The situation in the village is like this, where to go, they need the patriarch to come up with an idea.

Zhang Yu slowly stood up and faced his clansmen.

"I'm afraid the fire won't be extinguished for a while, Zhang Jin, you take someone to transfer the village elders to the village head of the grain mill, and spend the night there. When I ran up the mountain, I saw a lot of people bring some food, so let's gather all the food together, so that we can boil some porridge for the children to drink. The situation in the village is like this, we have to twist into a rope in the future to survive, and we don't have selfish intentions anymore. Zhang Yu commanded in a deep voice.

"Yes, Patriarch!" Zhang Jin promised to take someone with him.

"Zhang Qi, you take a dozen people to the place where the thieves are walking, check their movements, and don't let them kill one of them and take the lives of hundreds of people in our village." Changyu continued.

"Yes." Zhang Qi also took people down.

With Zhang Yu's command, the villagers had a backbone, began to move, and began to be a little angry.

Zhang Yu took one last look at the burning house, and when he turned around to leave, he saw his son Zhang Miao running in with Zhang Chuang and Zhang Ping.

"Shaft, what are you doing?" Zhang Yu said angrily.

Zhang Miao hurriedly stood up and said with a smile: "I didn't do anything." Brother Chuang, you take the man by the wall away. ”

The last sentence was said to Zhang Chuang.

Zhang Chuang agreed, bent down and picked up the broken man.

Seeing that each of the three of them carried a package wrapped in clothes, and they didn't know what it was, Zhang Yu snorted coldly, but he didn't pay attention to it, turned around and walked towards the grain mill.

In the milling field, several bonfires were lit, and the villagers sat around the bonfire, silently watching the flames lick the bottom of the clay pot. When they fled to Nanshan, some people took away the clay kettles for cooking, so that they could have cooks.

Because of the heavy mood, the adults were silent, and no one wanted to speak. Only the children, who did not know sorrow, frolicked in the mill.

At this moment, Zhang Miao and the three of them walked to the grain mill, used a few stones to prop up the broken man, and began to burn the fire below. Then Zhang Miao poured the contents of the package into Wengzhong, three large packages, which looked like a lot, but he didn't know what they were.

For Zhang Miao, the villagers had long been disappointed, and many people turned their heads after taking a look. But there were also a few young people and many children, who surrounded them.

"Brother Miao, what are you cooking?" A kid asked, thinking it was something delicious.

"Here, Brother Miao told you, it's money!" Zhang Miao deliberately said loudly.

"Cut!" Many pouted.

"Brother Miao, but you can't eat money, why do you want to cook money?" The fart kid was still persistently asking, but was dragged away by the parents who couldn't stand it.

Zhang Miao glanced around contemptuously, a group of primitive people, what do they know!

Po Weng cooked quickly, and after a while, the heat came out, and the villagers' food was not even boiled.

Then I saw Zhang Ping and Zhang Chuang take out more than a dozen bamboo tubes and put them on the ground, Zhang Miao found a broken wooden spoon out of nowhere, began to scoop up a spoonful from Wengzhong, and then dumped it into the bamboo tube on the ground.

"Brother Miao, I want to eat!" The fart child broke free from his father's grasp and ran over and shouted, but Zhang Chuang grabbed him by the collar.

"If it's money, can you eat it?" Zhang Miao said lightly.

"What the hell are you doing?" Zhang Yu couldn't stand it anymore, walked over quickly, and asked with a calm face.

"Father, you'll find out in a moment." In front of her father, Zhang Miao didn't dare to pretend anymore, and hurriedly said.

In Zhang Yu's gloomy gaze, Zhang Miao steadily poured more than a dozen bamboo tubes full. After waiting for a while, Zhang Chuang and Zhang Ping broke open the bamboo tube that was originally made up of two halves, and took out the contents inside.

It was round, slender, and looked a little white, which surprised many villagers.

Obviously, what Zhang Miao poured into was boiling soup, how did it become such a solid?

Because it was getting dark, most people couldn't see what it was.

In the eyes of everyone, they saw a flash of fire, and the thing actually burned, and the small flame was not too bright, but it was brighter than the light of the oil lamp.

When Zhang Yu looked closer, he saw that although this thing was not as bright as a torch, the fire was very stable, and what surprised him the most was that this thing burned without a peculiar smell or smoke, but with a faint aroma.

"Could it be, is this a honey candle?" Zhang Yu asked in shock?