Lu Ming was stunned for a moment, "Listen to the room, what kind of room?"

"It's just... Just listen to ......" The saint shyly did not know how to explain, did she say that she wanted to listen to herself? She pursed her lips, and had to say: "Tonight is the night of our cave room, you can't go out of this door, otherwise it will be unlucky." ”

Lu Ming tilted his head to look at the saint and muttered, "I'm marrying my beloved woman right now... Bridal chamber...... And then give birth to a baby..."

Lu Ming suddenly felt that the temperature of the holy maiden's hand grabbing him gradually increased, her body trembled slightly nervously, and her breathing began to become rapid, looking so tempting in the candlelight.

Lu Ming instinctively pounced and pressed towards the saint. The saint screamed coquettishly, instinctively but shyly, but subconsciously there was an urge to resist.

Where there is oppression, there is resistance, and where there is resistance, there is repression, but Lu Ming's physical fitness is so strong, just in an instant, the saint disarmed and surrendered, catering to it.

On this night, the mountain rain had come, and it was a violent storm. Outside the door, several young people who were urged by their elders to come to study were stunned.

Time always passes inadvertently, and in the blink of an eye, three months have passed, the mountains and forests are still lush, but the crops have begun to turn yellow. It's just that the difference is that this time it's not Lu Ming's autonomous consciousness.

Lu Ming stood on the edge of the ridge, looking at the grain he had grown with his hands about to ripen, and a satisfied smile appeared on his face, which was the hope for the autumn harvest and an unprecedented sense of achievement.

On the other side of the field, the old man squatted in front of his own land. Looking at the abundant crops, there is a deep sadness on his face.

"Alas, the time is almost up, and the mountain bandits are coming!" the old man sighed, in the mountains around Shanlintun, there is a group of fierce mountain bandits, there are more than a hundred people, more than twice the number of men in the prime of life in the whole village, they earn money with their heads pinned to the waistband of their trousers, these small villages naturally do not look down on them, their leaders know how to do things very well. They don't beat or kill the villagers. But every year at harvest time, they have to pay tribute, and only ten bags of grain are left for each family as rations for the next year's cultivation, and the rest is snatched away.

And the government is in the middle of this stretching mountain. There is no way to arrest it. Then there is the number of bandits. In fact, it is twice as fast as the catch in the town.

In previous years, the harvest was very average, and the bandits did not collect much grain, but this season was a bumper harvest. This actually means that whether there is a good harvest or not has nothing to do with you.

Seeing that the food in his hand was about to go down the drain, the old man's face was full of gloomy clouds, he looked up and saw that Lu Mingzheng was very happy, and immediately shook his head, he had to tell the news to this child, so as not to suffer a loss when he got it.

"Iron eggs!"

The old man shouted Lu Ming, because he was so seriously injured, and he had been soaked in the river for so long, and he didn't die when the fat man almost only prescribed a few tonics, which showed that his life was as hard as iron, and he forgot what his surname was, so the old man called him Tiedan, and the people in the village also shouted like this. And the saint is called pear blossom, which means that she is as white and beautiful as a pear blossom.

After the old man explained this matter to Lu Ming succinctly, he told again: "After the grain is collected, leave ten bags and hide them, no one can say what the mountain bandits are thinking in their hearts." ”

Lu Ming nodded honestly, and didn't say anything, in his opinion now, since this is the rule here, then just do it.

The old man smiled reassuringly, but with a hint of bitterness, this mountain bandit has been hovering in this area for more than ten years, causing great losses to many surrounding villages, but he doesn't know when this kind of day will end.

At noon, Lu Ming came back from selling firewood, and saw the smoke curling from his chimney from a distance, he grinned, lifted the two big fish and a whole piece of lamb leg meat in his hand, and walked quickly towards home.

"Rika, I'm back. ”

At this moment, the saint was wearing a long blue coarse cloth skirt and an apron around her waist, busy back and forth around the pot, when she heard the shout, she immediately greeted her, and when she saw Lu Ming coming back, a happy smile appeared on her face, and said, "Tiedan, why are you in such a good mood today?"

Lu Ming said with a smile: "The autumn harvest is coming soon, and in the past three months, we have been relying on the light of the third master and three grandmothers, and what we can repay now can only be a meal." ”

"Well, yes!" sighed, "the two of us don't know how much we owe now, husband, and you promise me that if one day we become rich, we will not forget them." ”

"Silly girl, I have such a good memory, how could I forget. Lu Ming smiled and said, "You do it first, I'll call the third master's family." ”

If the people of the Sword Hall saw this scene, especially when they heard this name that contained a full local flavor, I am afraid that all of them would have to fall to the ground.

The meal was quickly ready, and a table of people sat in the courtyard, enjoying the aroma of fish and flowers and the fragrance of trees and flowers, enjoying the relaxation that can never be experienced in the city.

However, in the face of this rare and sumptuous dish, the saint was pale, and kept quietly taking deep breaths, as if trying to suppress something.

"What's wrong with you, what's wrong with you?" Lu Ming immediately sensed that something was wrong with the saint.

The saint waved her hand strongly, and this small movement seemed to touch a volcano that was about to erupt, and she immediately tilted her body and began to vomit, looking at her like that, it seemed that her stomach had vomited into her throat, but nothing came out.

"Lamb...... Oh...... Mutton...", the saint vomited, and pointed back at the mutton, as frightened as if she had met a natural enemy.

Lu Ming was taken aback, he grabbed the saint's wrist very instinctively, if it was before, he would definitely release a true qi and pour it into the saint's body to find out, but now he grabbed the saint's wrist, and his other hand gently patted her back, although he was very impatient, he was completely at a loss.

"What's wrong with the mutton?" The old man was also taken aback, and was about to go to find the yellow divine doctor, and he was secretly glad that he had not offended the fat man, but the third grandmother pulled his wife with a smile.

"Iron egg, the third grandmother is going to congratulate you, you are going to be a father!"

The old man's words made Lu Ming stunned for a moment, and suddenly felt that a jerky and distant word quickly descended on him, "Hehe...... hey" He showed a smirk.

After spitting out, the saint's face was shy, and she was a little embarrassed to see people, but with a happy smile in the corner of her eyes, she couldn't help but sigh secretly, "What else can make people feel happier than having a child for the man they love?"

The harvest time is coming soon, during this time, Lu Ming has worked harder to chop firewood in his spare time, he wants to increase more nutrition for his children and his children's ground mothers, and when the money on hand is richer, he will bring a little fish and meat to dozens of families in the village.

It's just that what makes Lu Ming uncomfortable is that when he is working in the field, he always feels that there are countless pairs of eyes staring at him, and the feeling of constantly stabbing his back like a needle tip makes people uneasy.

Gradually, Lu Ming found that there were many people in ambush near the mountains and forests, all of them were accompanied by steel swords, and there was a tall black man covered in fur, and even dragged a giant sword that was not much shorter than him.

These people are scattered all over the mountains and forests, staring at the villagers working in the fields below the mountain, and their fierce eyes are like hungry wolves.

"These are all sent by the bandit leaders, mainly to monitor whether we are secretly hiding the grain, and when we finish harvesting, they should all come. The old man whispered to the side, obviously he was used to it, but there was a sadness in his tone.

Lu Ming frowned and didn't say anything, if it was before, he wouldn't have to think about it to judge everything. But now that he has a brain like a blank sheet of paper, he also thinks it's right about things that others don't object. Since the village has been like this for more than ten years, that's the rule.

The pace of life in the mountains became faster with the harvest, and every family tried their best to return the grains to the warehouse, and although they could grow two crops of grain a year, each family had little food in stock.

One morning, when the last family finished harvesting all the grain, the deafening sound of horses' hooves sounded loudly in the hearts of countless people.

The old man stood up suddenly, sat down slowly, and sighed, "It's here." ”

At this moment, on the relatively spacious cross street of Shanlintun, there are piles of grain like a hill, stacked bag by bag, and the adult men in the village are standing around and waiting.

Lu Ming also stood aside, this village is very small, but some families inevitably have a large population and not enough food, so those who have a lot of harvest will take more to make up the number, and they can feel that everyone is very united.

In the midst of a cloud of smoke and dust, a column of knights rushed into the view of the villagers, led by a high-headed horse with a red head, wearing only a leather shoulder on its upper body, revealing the knotted knots like snakes coiled on them.

He was holding a two-handed sword in his hand, and he knew that it was not light by looking at the width and thickness of the sword, but he was carrying it lightly.

Behind him were forty or fifty knights, charging as if they were on the battlefield, causing the villagers' footsteps to involuntarily retreat, and the gap between them could not be compared at all.

Lu Ming's eyelids were raised, and he put his eyes in the distance, and there were forty or fifty people at the back, all of them were driving the cart, obviously ready to pull food. However, what made Lu Ming feel strange was that these people were all holding swords, some huge swords, some long swords, and some thin swords......

The models vary, but everyone has them, it seems that these swords are their weapons, but Lu Ming felt a sense of intimacy, as if they were familiar, and they were quite related to the swords, but after careful searching, they couldn't figure out when they had seen these. (To be continued......)