Han's father and son went out to buy food and returned the next day, one night longer than expected.

"I could have returned on time yesterday, but it happened to be the captain of Shanghe Nongdu, Banjun, who was out on patrol, and he was under martial law and was not allowed to move, so he was delayed for an hour. When it gets dark, the return date is missed. Fortunately, the grain rice was bought back as scheduled. Han Yi explained that he was happy to take off a bag of rice and two urns of pickles from the wheelbarrow (that is, the wheelbarrow, which appeared in the late Western Han Dynasty, and was called "爃" at the time, and was commonly known as the wheelwheel) at the time.

Smelling the smell of meat, so that it does not stick to oil and water for two days, the stomach and intestines have been empty of wild vegetables, and the secretions in the mouth surge. Not to mention the Han brothers, with two pairs of green eyes, they have never left those grains, pickles, and meat. The sister-in-law of the Han family hugged her son who was babbling and opening her hands, with tears in her eyes.

A bag of grain is one stone (equivalent to eighty catties now), and in order to save, Han's father and son bought unhulled corn, which was cheaper. The remaining dozens of dollars were bought with pickles and dried meat.

Father Han stretched out a pair of thick calloused hands in front of Zhang Fang, spread them out, and there were two five-baht coins, with a humble face: "Xiao Langjun, there are still two coins left, and I will return them to you." ”

Zhang Fang pressed the thick hands with both hands, closed them, shook his head and smiled: "It's a foot money, my uncle and Brother Han have worked hard." ”

Father Han shook his head again and again, and said in panic: "How can this be done?" Xiao Langjun's gift of rice is already a great favor, how can he still give money, absolutely not. ”

Han Yi also said: "People in the mountains and wilderness, running errands is a common thing, how can it be regarded as foot money, please take it back Xiaolangjun." ”

Zhang Fang nodded secretly, this simple family can be trusted. At that moment, he reached into his arms, took out the money bag, took out a small piece of gold, and lit up in front of the Han family: "What is the value of this gold?" ”

Han's father and son looked at each other and said, "I'm afraid...... I'm afraid it's worth a thousand dollars......"

Zhang Fang picked up two five-baht coins in one hand, held the gold nuggets in the other, and motioned to the Han father and son side by side, raised his eyebrows, and then put the money back into Han's father's palm, and said with a smile: "So please accept the money." ”

Father Han still shook his head: "Even if Xiaolangjun has 10,000 dollars, these two coins still don't belong to my father and son, please take them back." ”

Zhang Fang was convinced, so he had to say: "That's it, this stone rice won't last long, and after a few days, I have to bother my husband and Brother Han to buy it again." At that time, the two coins will be converted into rice money, okay? ”

Han's father and son glanced at each other, can they keep it temporarily, but it's okay, and then put the money away.

Zhang Fang also put away the gold nuggets, clapped his hands, and said with a smile: "Okay, it's time to fight the local tyrants." ”

There are a total of 35 households in Qingxiju, except for the Han family and the elderly, and each of the remaining households fills a bowl of corn with a pottery bowl to show the return of kindness to the villagers. In the end, less than 20 catties of corn were left, and Zhang Fang divided it into two, half of which was given to the elderly and half was used for his own use.

Less than ten catties of corn, after the husk, only eight or nine catties, the Han family's seven people, including Zhang Fang, if they let go of their stomachs to eat, it will be enough for two meals at most.

This lunch was the most delicious one Zhang Fang had eaten since he came to this time and space for three days.

Although the sister-in-law of the Han family mixed corn, dried meat, and vegetables into a pottery pot (a pot in the Qin and Han dynasties), boiled it to a thin scale, and then scooped out the sauce and ate it, which was extremely simple. But with rice, sauce, and meat, what else is not satisfied?

Looking at the three Han brothers who gobbled up, and the daughter-in-law who wiped her tears from time to time and fed her grandchildren, Han's father's lips trembled, and his old eyes gradually became cloudy...... This "food" gave the Han family that strong sense of satisfaction, which was beyond words.

After eating, Han's father solemnly gathered the whole family, knelt down on a tattered pu mat together, and bowed to Zhang Fang.

Zhang Fang almost understood that during this period, the Han people paid the most attention to etiquette, even if they were civilians, there was no shortage of etiquette. What you have to do is not to step forward and help you up, which would be rude, but to return the favor. There are also special gifts for returning gifts, and there are various postures for returning gifts according to the status of both parties. Zhang Fang didn't understand this very well, and because the soul of the original owner of this body had been completely fused by him, some of his original instincts had been lost, so he could only follow the etiquette of Han's father and son and return the salute as it was.

Han's father and son made a big gift, and seeing that the noble Lang Jun also had the same courtesy, he was really surprised and frightened, and he was stunned again and again.

Zhang Fang didn't want to be a kowtow worm, straightened his body, and said warmly: "Uncle, if you have something to say, you don't need to be polite." ”

Father Han raised his scorched yellow face full of wrinkles, and his face was full of gratitude: "The grace of a meal, the Han family is full of nothing to repay, but in the future, but with Lang Jun's dispatch, there is nothing to do." ”

Zhang Fang was about to speak, but he heard a commotion outside the house. The sister-in-law of the Han family hurriedly stood up, carried her skirt, and trotted out. After a while, with the commotion, a group of people crowded into the house. At the front are the elders and Qingyan, and at the back are the residents of Qingxili.

Under the leadership of the elders, everyone bowed to Zhang Fang, the scene was quiet, no one spoke, but the sincerity from the heart was written on his face.

Zhang Fang also slowly stood up from the pu mat and bowed back - from this moment on, Qingxiju really accepted him. If you repay it with kindness, you will be rewarded.

……

The dark jungle, the shadows of the trees, the wind is terrible, and the branches and leaves dance wildly.

Zhang put his cloak and sweated like pulp, running for his life. Behind him, a group of hideous-looking fierce men were chasing, one by one holding up the cold and terrifying ring-headed knives, and the sharp muscles trembled. The leader is Liu Kuai-legged, his eyes are miserable green, his mouth is dripping with black blood, his swollen and purple tongue is opened, and his voice is terrible: "Give me back my life......"

Run, run, run wild! Let the thorns smash the gorgeous clothes, cut the handsome face, and the blood-stained face is full of haste and despair.

Suddenly, his feet were empty, his body plummeted, and the bottomless trap, the criss-crossing spikes, like the open mouth of a shark......

Yes! Zhang sat up stiffly, cold sweat dripping down. The daytime killing was too stimulating, and sure enough, I still had nightmares - no! No, not a nightmare!

Just in front of the bed, there stood a black figure, in stark contrast to it, a cold and shining blade in the figure's hand. At this moment, the blade was raised high. In the next moment, the blade of the cold muscles, polished as bright as a mirror, would penetrate his body......

The sword was placed next to the bed, within reach, but it was too late.

Zhang Fang sat up suddenly, which also startled the assassin, and the sharp blade in his hand froze, but he paused for only half a second, and then quickly stabbed down.

It's too late! Could it be that he has only been in this world for three days, and he is going to be scattered again? Will you be so lucky in the next reincarnation? God will not favor a person forever, and if he dies this time, there is a chance that the soul of the person will be destroyed...... No! I must not die!

Between the lightning and the fire, there was a strong desire to survive, and the self-opening pupils burst out fiercely, like an invisible sword, penetrating deep into the eyes of the assassin and cutting the soul.

The assassin's movements froze instantly, as if he was wrapped in an invisible net, unable to move.

If someone had come in through the door at this time, they would have seen this strange scene—a black figure with a sharp blade in his hand was stabbing at the young man sitting on the bed, the tip of the blade was less than a few inches from the young man's eyes, and it seemed that in the blink of an eye, the young man would be bleeding three feet. But the black shadow seemed to have been immobilized, and the whole person became a clay wood carving, and the tip of the blade trembled violently, just a little bit, and he couldn't be stabbed alive or dead.

This eerie horror was very short-lived, and it only took two or three blinks for the assassin to shake his body and regain consciousness...... But in this short moment, the situation was completely reversed.

Zhang Fang drew his sword, retracted his elbow, flicked his arm, and stabbed in one go.

The sharp tip of the sword pierced deep into the Assassin's throat, severing the trachea, slicing the esophagus, and strangulating the medulla oblongata at the back of the neck, the nexus of the nerve plexus that connects the brainstem to the torso.

The strange noise in the room alarmed the Han father and son. When they hurriedly got up in their clothes, lit pine resin fires, and rushed into the house, they saw only such a scene: an unknown man lying on the ground, with a short blade falling from his side, and a sharp sword stuck in his neck, and blood gushing out of his neck, flowing a large puddle of blood, suffocating the whole room.

Zhang Fang remained seated, motionless, like a sculpture.

After a long time, Zhang Fang's neck moved, making a clicking sound, the machine turned its head, Mu Ran looked at Han's father and son, and muttered: "It turns out that it feels like killing people...... It's like this......"