It was only the end of November, and it was already snowing heavily and the wind was like a knife.

Fang Ping, who was walking on the street, was wearing a gray-black cotton coat, there were not a few cotton flowers in it, it was stuffed with hay, and it was a little prickly on his body, and the cold wind poured into the mouth of the leader of the clothes, but Fang Ping didn't feel how cold it was.

In this world, martial arts are respected, no matter how high the status, no matter how much gold and silver are just vassals of martial arts, once you enter the martial arts, you can rewrite your fate.

Fang Ping is now a martial artist in the Copper Skin Realm.

The martial artists of the Copper Skin Realm are as powerful as an ox, their skin is like copper and iron, they have a strength of two hundred catties in one arm, and their blood and qi are much stronger than ordinary people, even if the weather is cold and the wind is cold like a knife, Fang Ping can bear it.

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Fuwei Dart Board.

Fang Ping walked in through the back door and came to the miscellaneous courtyard of the dart bureau.

There are several dart bureaus in Shanyang County, but Fuwei dart bureau is definitely the most famous dart bureau, and the executioner must enter the martial artist to serve, and there are more than ten dart masters on it, and five dart heads.

Zheng Jinshan, the head of the dart, is also one of the top middle and third-grade masters in Shanyang County, and when he was young, he single-handedly swept away a bandit nest outside Shanyang County, and gradually retreated to the second line as he got older.

But the golden sign of Fuwei Dart Bureau is as stable as a rock, coupled with the chaos of the world, the business of Fuwei Dart Bureau is also thriving.

"A martial artist in the Jiupin Copper Skin Realm can become a trip executioner, and the treatment of the trip executioner is generous, one or two silver a month, and rice and meat ......."

Fang Ping didn't think secretly.

"What time is it, do you kid still want to do it, if you don't want to do it, get out of it early!"

Piercing insults came.

It was a middle-aged man with a beard on his chin and a somewhat strong body.

Liu San, the subordinate of the Fuwei Dart Bureau, is mean and insidious, and the other party is a first-class miscellaneous servant who is commanding and shouting, but when he encounters the dart masters in the Fuwei Dart Bureau, it is a different face.

"The snow was too big, and the road was not easy to walk, so I was delayed for a while."

Fang Ping explained.

In fact, he came very early, and there was still half an hour before the time set by the dart board.

"What's the matter, you're still not convinced? What does Xueda have to do with me, you will give me an hour early every day in the future! ”

Liu San snorted, vividly interpreting the face of the wicked.

Fang Ping didn't want to dwell too much, so he entered the house full of hay, walked out with a large bundle of hay, put it on the guillotine and chopped it, and then added some wheat bran and stirred it well, so that it could be fed to a dozen or so horses in the horse pen.

A horse costs more than a dozen taels of silver, each horse is the treasure of the dart board, and after feeding, the horse manure in the horse pen must be cleaned, and it is noon to do these times.

The snow was a little weaker, Fang Ping sat under the eaves of the miscellaneous servants' courtyard, resting with a few miscellaneous servants, during which he took out the wheat cakes wrapped in coarse cloth and chewed them slowly to replenish his strength.

He couldn't eat enough at all, but he still had something to eat, and the old lady and little sister at home didn't have a bite to eat, and they all expected him to go back and bring food at night.

"Brother Ping, try the dried pickles made by my mother."

The handyman boy who was about the same age as Fang Ping came up and gave Fang Ping a thumb-length dried pickle.

"Thank you." Fang Ping nodded with a smile and chatted with the handyman boy.

Half an hour later, when the rest was over, Liu San came out, still holding a handful of fried soybeans in his hand, one by one in his mouth, and the crunchy sound caused the handymen to swallow their saliva.

"Fang Ping, Wang Niu. You two are young, young people should exercise more. Two cartloads of grain came from the back door, and I was put into the house before sunset. ”

"Why are we two ...... again," Wang Niu complained angrily.

"If you don't want to do it, you can go, Fuwei Dart Bureau doesn't leave waste for eating rice." Liu San said as usual.

Wang Niu sighed, got up and walked outside, people had to bow their heads under the eaves, without the errand of the Fuwei Dart Bureau, he might starve to death on the streets.

Wang Ping followed closely to the alley at the back door of the dart board, where two large carts of grain were as high as hills, and there were more than a dozen loads of grain in one cart, and one load of grain was one hundred and twenty catties.

I don't know how many poor people in the outer city can be saved by these two carts of grain, if it were yesterday, Fang Ping might be half tired and half dead, and he won't be able to raise it for several days, but he is now a martial artist, and he can lift a load of grain with one hand.

"Come on."

Unloading the cotton clothes, Fang Ping and Wang Niu carried the grain on the carriage hand in hand.

After two carts of grain and a bag of grain were carried to the warehouse, Wang Niu panted and fought the bull, and his limbs were limp and lying on the ground.

Fang Ping also sat on the ground sweating profusely, panting, and his sore arms recovered in a blink of an eye, this is the difference between martial arts and ordinary people.

He looked up at the sky, it was already day, but under the reflection of the ice and snow, the sky and the earth were as bright as day.

"It's time to get off work!"

The miscellaneous servants came one after another and went to Liu San to receive food.

One person and one pound of wheat bran, Fang Ping is no exception, when receiving the food, Liu San also mocked each other viciously, Fang Ping seemed to see that this guy was in the water in his brain, and he never stopped with a small mouth.

Out of the miscellaneous courtyard of the Fuwei Dart Bureau, three men with bad intentions laughed and blocked the mouth of the alley, led by Zhao Hu, who was tall and scolded: "The old rule, one person leaves half a catty of wheat bran." ”

This Zhao Hu is said to be a member of a small gang in the outer city, and every day at the mouth of the alley to intercept the miscellaneous servants of the Fuwei Dart Bureau, one of them handed over half a catty of wheat bran, and if he dared to disobey, he was immediately beaten.

Fang Ping also suffered deeply, obviously he could bring back a pound of wheat bran, but he could only bring half of it home, in the face of this innocent and unreasonable oppression, no one among the miscellaneous servants resisted.

It seems that he has become numb and accustomed to the injustice in this troubled world.

"This guy shouldn't have entered the product, and his tall body is just because of his big skeleton."

Fang Ping handed over half a catty of wheat bran, and when he looked back before leaving, he saw Liu San walking out of the depths of the alley, talking and laughing with Zhao Hu.

"The inside should be together with the outside, and the embarrassed is the traitor, that's what I'm talking about."

Thinking that if he hadn't been squeezed, he would have been able to bring back half a catty of food every day, and the little sister's mother wouldn't have to be hungry at home all day, and the little sister's hair would not be hungry and her hair would be yellow and thin, Fang Ping knew what he had to do.

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Rat Alley.

Fang Ping's steps were fast, he was faster, his mother and little sister could eat earlier, and when he arrived at the door of the house, Fang Ping saw a little man squatting in front of the door to build a snowman, his face was still full of innocent smiles, talking to himself, muttering something to himself.

Fang Ping responded, pinching a snowball the size of a skull, and smashing it on Fang Ying's head with a single blow.

Then, without waiting for the other party to get angry, he preemptively reprimanded: "Who let you out!" Didn't I tell you not to go out! ”

"I'll just ...... On the doorstep. Fang Ying forcibly quibbled, looking at the second brother's arms with a pair of eyes.

"Go back to the house!" Fang Ping led the little sister into the house and handed the bag containing the wheat bran to Li Rou.

"Ping'er, Aunt Wang's house entered the thief last night...... When I went to knock on the door at noon today...... Found...... Aunt Wang has ...... Already swallowed. Li Rou said in fear.

Fang Ping also remembered the scene last night: "And then? ”

"After all, it's a neighbor, I called the neighbors over to report to the official, but the patrol officer looked at it and left, without even leaving a word, and in the end it was the man of Aunt Wu's family who was kind and threw Aunt Wang's body into the river."

Li Rou muttered: Aunt Wang has no son, if her son is still there, she may not have been a thief last night.

In this day and age, having a man in the family and not having a man are two different things.

"Don't talk about it, let's go cook." Fang Ping took Li Rou away and pulled Fang Ying outside the door for a snowball fight.

Late at night.

Li Rou sat at the head of the bed every day to sew and mend up, Fang Ying slept crookedly, and after Fang Ping closed his eyes, he entered the visualization space to practice the "Turtle Breath Breath Absorption Technique".

A day later, he got two visualization points, and there was still a long way to go before he could accumulate the visualization points that broke through to the eighth grade.

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