In the corner of the medicine market, the old scar stared at Jiang Ming, who was packing up his things and leaving.

"Master Scar, just spare him like this?" A follower couldn't help but say.

The old scar snorted coldly: "What else should I do?" At the end of the day, the kid didn't break any rules. I have been operating in Ping'an Town for many years, although I am ruthless, but on the surface I am all in accordance with the rules, if I really do something to this kid in the public today, I am afraid that in this Ping'an Town in the future, it will be difficult to convince the public......"

"What does Scar mean, let's ...... secretly" The attendant's eyes rolled, and he seemed to hear something else.

The old scar played with two golden worm ginsengs, shook his head and said: "This kid is a bit skilled, he may have to break a few people to clean up, there is a shortage of people in the gang during this time, and Ping'an Town can't make any more extraneous branches......"

"But he toyed with me several times, and I'm going to have to come out sooner or later!" The old scar's eyes showed a fierce light: "Let this Jiang Ming stumble for two days first, and when the winter comes, the gang will send someone over, and then ......."

……

"This old scar is easier to deal with than expected." Jiang Ming walked in the town, and he was also a little surprised.

"It seems that the image of the wicked person established before still has some effect......"

No matter how horizontal the old scar is, he is just an ordinary person, relying on the fame of the old snake gang, he can suppress the low-level people in Ping'an Town who are afraid of power......

But the horizontal is afraid of being stunned, Jiang Da is a villain who is not afraid of no one is stunned, he is a single person, and he will touch the door and break his leg if he doesn't agree with him, and there is nothing he can do about Rao is an old scar......

"It's still strength that decides everything!" Jiang Ming sighed.

……

The tavern is more lively in winter, whether it is a medicine picker or a mountain picker, now that they can't enter the mountain, they drink here all day long to spend their days.

There was a commotion in the tavern, and the old ginger head was full of red light, and even recruited Ah Fei as a temporary junior.

Hula~

The wooden door was pushed open, and the cold wind poured in.

The drinker at the door glared at him, and was about to scold, who has a problem opening the door so wide.

"Yo, who are you staring at?" Jiang Ming looked at him with a smile.

"Ming, Brother Ming......" The drinker stammered, "You're back?" ”

The tavern was quiet for a moment, and the wicked man of Jiang Da returned!

"Drink honestly, don't stare at people...... Easy to get beaten. Jiang Ming patted his head, maintained his image of a villain, and strode towards the counter.

"Half a pound runs the tongue, and the side dishes are served casually." Jiang Ming made ten big bucks in the past.

"Brother Ming, I haven't seen you for a long time, but you're still so majestic." Old ginger quipped.

"The way of the world...... It's good to be alive. Jiang Ming shook his head and saw that Lao Zhoutou was also there, so he went over and sat together.

"There are a lot fewer medicine pickers!" Jiang Ming sighed.

Lao Zhoutou smiled bitterly: "You ran into the mountains and lived happily, this town is about to turn upside down, many people don't want to go, and the old scar threatens his family openly and secretly, making a lot of trouble......

"Such nonsense?" Jiang Ming frowned.

"Do you remember the Shi family, a new first-class family, who has killed several herb pickers...... Now that I'm mixed up with the old snake gang, who dares to say anything......"

"Then it's almost the New Year, and you won't put it back?" Jiang Ming asked, at this time, there is no way for the large army to enter the mountain.

Lao Zhou's eyelids drooped slightly, and he sighed, and then slowly swallowed: "I heard...... Some of the herb pickers have been sent to the northern battlefield to serve as military doctors. ”

"I don't know, how many can come back......"

Jiang Ming was stunned, what kind of magic operation is this, can the herb picker be the same as the doctor?

Is it a joke to fight a war, so nonsense? If you can't get something big......

"What the hell is going on?" Jiang Ming was confused: "Who is fighting with whom?" ”

"I heard that there was a rebellion in the north, and the land of the three provinces was breached...... The capital sent troops to suppress bandits, ordered all prefectures to send people and efforts, and required the number of medicinal weapons, soldiers, and military doctors! ”

"So the Great Cloud Mansion is so foolish? Isn't it quite positive when you collect medicine......" Jiang Ming didn't understand even more.

"Fooling?" Suddenly a head poked out next to him, and a medicine picker said awkwardly: "How do you know that it was a fool, not intentionally?" ”

"And those medicinal herbs, I heard that many of them were transported halfway through the road and were 'robbed' by the rebels!"

"Those old men in the city are thieves more than anyone else......"

Jiang Ming understands now, his feelings are traitors.

But it's normal to think about it, since ancient times, it has been a family of flowing water and iron, and these families bet in advance, some people press the royal family, and some people suppress the rebels...... Maybe there are two sides of the bet.

Looking at this situation, those officials in Dayun Mansion may not be clear with the rebels......

"If this war doesn't end next year, I'm afraid we will have to recruit soldiers." Old Zhou Tou sighed.

"By the way, when you were in the mountains, something big happened here!" This topic was too heavy, and Lao Zhoutou turned to say: "A group of bandits who have been rampant in Dayun Mansion for a long time have been killed on the road to Fucheng, and that scene is called a tragic ......."

Someone immediately answered: "Tsk, I heard that one of the heads was cut off, and the other was nailed to a tree, and he couldn't pull it out......"

"It's really a pleasure to kill, the government has posted a list, and I want to find the good man who killed the bandit, and reward him with a hundred taels of silver......"

"Anyway, why didn't this hero show up, if I had already received the silver and went happily......"

"Just you? When I saw that scene, I was afraid that my pants were peeing through......"

At the mention of this, the tavern suddenly became gossiping, and it was obvious that this kind of topic was more exciting.

Jiang Ming listened silently, sipped wine from time to time, and showed up? Show me, a few guys who aren't even warriors, you say they're bandits......

He also meowed rampant for a long time...... If it's true, then there is only one explanation, behind this nest of fake vendors, there is a lot of power to support, maybe it is which one in the city......

If Jiang Ming dared to show his face, he would not receive the silver yet, and he was afraid that he would be sunk into the well...... When it is fished out again, it may be the second industrial revolution.

At noon, Jiang Ming bought some daily necessities in the town and returned to Yunmeng Mountain.

He found that he liked this kind of life quite a lot, practicing martial arts and collecting medicine, drinking tea and reading books alone...... Occasionally go down the mountain to feel the fireworks in the world......

……

As time passed, the weather became colder and colder, and the mountains and rivers were covered with a thick layer of ice, and snow fell one after another, and everywhere was white.

Jiang Ming also went out less, but he still maintained that he went out to pick medicine once every two or three days, and the price of seasonal medicinal materials in winter was the highest, and when he sold it in the spring of the next year, he could sell it for a lot of money.

In a mountain stream, Jiang Ming was wrapped in a thick animal skin, looking at the scene in front of him with surprise and joy.

In the midst of the snow, a little emerald green catches the eye.

It was a field no more than three feet square, with a patch of green grass, and in the middle of the meadow, a small red grass swayed gently, and seemed to exude warmth even in the ice and snow.

"Fire Cloud Grass!"

"Finally met another one!"

Jiang Ming was excited, the last one was boiled and eaten by him, but at that time, he had not practiced martial arts, and almost half of the medicinal effect was wasted.

And now that he is at the critical time of attacking the martial artist, this fire cloud grass has come at the right time.

He patted a rabbit beside him: "Fourth Master Bai, remember this appearance and taste...... As long as you can find another plant, I promise that as long as I Jiang Ming has a bite to eat, I will never starve you. ”

Carefully digging out the Huoyun Grass, Jiang Ming's thoughts also returned to the day when he first came to this world, and everything started from that Huoyun Grass......

"In this world, the only criterion is that the weak eat the strong, and if you don't become a warrior, everything is empty talk......"