Chapter 103: Tools

He began to take a short rest, and it was undeniable that he was indeed quite tired now, dragging a body of blood loss and serious injuries, and staggering through so many roads, and now, and almost the end of the crossbow. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info So, he needs to rest, he needs to rest very much, he has to rest.

Because now, he has no strength at all, and if he doesn't rest, then he really can't do anything at all.

At this time to rest, he doesn't know if he can wake up in time, of course, it is more likely that once he lies down and closes his eyes, he will never be able to open his eyes, which is very possible.

It's not an exaggeration at all, because according to ordinary people, he is actually dead by now, at least not far from death. After all, if he hadn't moved before, and had enough rest and food, then there would be no problem, but he didn't have any of these two, but he was hungry, and both were doing the opposite.

But the reason for being alive is that it should be due first of all to his own tenacity, his own tenacious willpower, without which everything would be empty talk.

On the other hand, it should be down to the luck that came before. This is also a fact.

Luck, first of all, willpower alone can still play a role when resting? Once relaxed, will you die? This is a very serious question, but there is no choice.

Because here, he is already at the end of his crossbow, even if his will does not allow it, his body will still do it.

When the time comes, it will make itself more troublesome and have a greater chance of death.

He lay on the ground, closed his eyes, and began to breathe regularly.

He was already resting, and it looked like he was sleeping, like a patient in shock, and if it was more serious, maybe it would be a corpse, at least it looked like a corpse that had just died, and the corpse was still hot.

However, he was not dead, judging by his breathing, it was.

After a while, he suddenly let out another cry of pain and got up from the ground screaming.

Then he kept pressing his wounds, and he looked very painful.

There was a lot of sweat on his head, and after this sweat containing salt arrived, he began to irritate his wound again, and the more painful it was, the more he sweated, and in the end, he began to feel numb.

He was in pain, very painful, quite painful.

The pain is unbearable, the pain is unbearable.

I could only clench my fists tightly and lie on the ground while enduring the pain.

It was a long time before he finally got up from the ground.

And now, he doesn't seem to be much better than before the break.

Anyway, they all look half-dead.

However, he knew that this was not the case, or that this statement, from the beginning, was not true at all.

His current state is indeed not very good.

It's like I'm going to die, almost.

But it has also survived this catastrophe, and from this point of view, it is still good.

The situation is not particularly bad, at least my own situation, I should be able to hold on for a while, and after resting, I have temporarily recovered some physical strength, but due to the previous pain, the muscles are still relaxing, so these physical strength can not be well played for the time being, but it is enough.

After a short breath, he began to walk to the other side, which was originally a tool room, but it was locked, and there, in fact, there was nothing useful, other people should have, this place may not be complete, what others don't have, there must be no here.

After all, he was a debt-ridden yeoman farmer, and if anything was useful, it would have been out of his possession a long time ago, and he should have sold it a long time ago.

Either to pay off debts, or to sell them, in short, it is absolutely impossible to keep them in their own hands.

Except for a few necessary things, and things like hoes and other things that the nobles were to keep and continue to exploit themselves, there was nothing left there.

That's why the robbers didn't come and take those things in the first place, because they had them themselves, and maybe they were much better than his tattered ones.

I can't get those things.

So, there is nothing wrong with the tool room.

And he entered the tool room mainly to take the things they didn't look up to.

That's it, those things, although they don't like them, but it doesn't mean that they are useless, on the contrary, at this time, they are quite useful things for themselves!

It can help you save a lot of physical strength, you can help yourself dig faster, no matter from that point of view, there is a need to take it, sharpen the knife and not chop wood, this proverb is right.

He entered the tool room, although there was a lock, but because the fire had not been long over, it was already in ruins, but he gently pulled the door panel, and in the creak sound, the whole door panel was pulled down.

Then, inside was a large patch of black ash, a large piece of wood that had been burned black.

It looks like the contents of it should have been burned.

However, it is not necessarily true, it is just a appearance, it seems.

It doesn't look the same on the outside.

As a yeoman farmer, you need to be careful at any time to be robbed of those tools of the land by the doglegs and thugs of some nobles who have just arrived and are ignorant, they don't know anything about these things, anyway, for these nobles and nobles, the peasants are just slaves.

Dead is dead, except for some very "visionary" guys, all of them are disposable.

He can't guarantee that every time he meets is a "good person" like this, he still has to have some more safe measures.

If it weren't for these measures, he would have died long ago.

And his measures are these things that have been properly placed where they should be.

Everything will be put where it should be, unless it is caught squarely, otherwise those ruffians and aristocratic thugs will basically return in vain.

Because of this, they were unable to successfully find what they were hiding.

Those tools, too, have been successfully hidden by themselves in these ways.

No one can find it.