Four ground piles.

A bunch of logs.

Planks all over the floor.

Also, the wire used for binding.

Seeing this, the only thing Shen Linfeng could think of was to use them to build a wooden house.

The sky gradually darkened, and Shen Linfeng decided not to continue walking. Fortunately, he had just cleared out a vacant lot, so he simply spent the night here.

Shen Linfeng wanted to build a fire, not to keep warm, but mainly to let Xiao Ying or Xu He find him. As soon as he had this thought, Shen Linfeng's gaze fell on the log beside the road.

"Click!"

A log was disconnected, and then it was cut into a pile of wooden blocks by Shen Linfeng's sword.

It was already completely dark, and the only light in the entire forest was this dancing flame.

Shen Linfeng's face flickered, and the wine gourd on his side had already bottomed out. The pheasant meat on the fire was roasted to a black mass, but he ignored all of this, just stared down at the ground.

He remembered what Wen Jing had said, and remembered Xiaoyu, who was waiting for her husband day after day in the cold wind. also remembered Xia Ziyan, who was dressed in purple like a fairy. There is also the rough and bold Zhao Ting, the willful and brutal Jin Mengyao, and the calm and wise Kong Hai.

However, these people who were once closely related to him are now gone.

Shen Linfeng gently shook the empty wine gourd at his feet, this is the private wine of Huazhilin, named: Peach Blossom Drunk!

Peach blossoms, beautiful and moving.

But the more beautiful something is, the easier it is to be intoxicated. It's like the wine in this gourd. It's both intoxicating and intoxicating.

The next day, early in the morning.

Wisps of sunlight shone into the trees, and it sprinkled on Shen Linfeng's face through the gaps between the branches.

The branches are covered with fine dewdrops, shining in the morning sun. The birds fluttered wildly in the woods, and they went up and down happily, chirping non-stop.

A drop of sparkling dew slowly slid down the treetops. In the end, it fell directly on the top of Shen Linfeng's head impartially.

His brow furrowed, his tired eyes slightly open. The fire in front of him had long since been extinguished, and the sticks on which the pheasants were strung had been burned in two, and the black pheasants were hard to distinguish in the black dust.

The woods have just passed winter, although there is no life yet. But the scene in front of him still made Shen Linfeng feel good. He stretched out and began to pack his things for departure.

Two swords.

A bamboo hat.

A wine gourd hangs from the waist.

Although the item was simple, it was enough for Shen Linfeng.

He glanced at the clearing beside him, and the dead vines beside the clearing had been lifted. This was what Shen Linfeng did last night, and he always wondered, why build a wooden house on the side of the road? Who would live on such an inconsequential side of the road?

So, Shen Linfeng tentatively groped forward. As he expected, a foot away from the clearing, he found again a pile of logs and planks used to build.

Shen Linfeng walked all the way forward, and walked a mile away. But the result was exactly the same as before, a pile of logs, a pile of planks.

Shen Linfeng decided to go back the same way, but he was walking from the other side of the road, and the results of his search were still the same.

Shen Linfeng was neatly dressed, and he walked forward along the road under his feet. Every few steps, I will habitually observe the situation under the dead vines.

If the sides of the road had been filled with wooden houses, and he had walked nearly a mile last night. In this way, there were nearly 100 wooden houses on the road he passed. If each cabin could accommodate 10 people, it would be a house for nearly 1,000 people.

The more Shen Linfeng thought about it, the more surprised he became, what kind of people would live here? Could it really be that there were cannibals? Seeing that these wooden houses did not look like they had been artificially damaged, they were obviously deliberately demolished. If it is really cannibals, why should they self-destruct their homeland?

Also, he traveled more than a mile last night. But the road ahead is still endless, and if there are wooden houses on both sides of the road, how many thousand people can be in the woods?

Shen Linfeng thought about it and suddenly stood still, he looked at the deep mark engraved under his feet. This is the mark he left on his walk here last night.

He exhaled heavily, and then stepped on.

After an hour or so, the sides of the road were no longer tall trees, but were replaced by waist-high grass.

This barren grassland is very wide, and Shen Linfeng can look at it to the side for hundreds of zhang. In the center of the meadow there are tall logs, and ropes are tied to the middle and bottom of the logs.

Shen Linfeng brushed aside the wild grass in front of him, and walked directly to the central position in one breath. The logs are neatly arranged in a row, and there are hundreds of them. Some have cracked from it, while others have fallen straight to the ground.

Shen Linfeng wanted to lean forward to take a closer look, but he suddenly tripped over something and almost fell. He lifted it out of the grass and made it a circular target made of twine.

Although Shen Linfeng didn't see much of this kind of thing, he thought about it with his toes and knew that it was a target for practicing bows and arrows.

Thousands of wooden houses.

Nearly 100 logs supported by bow and arrow targets.

Could it be that someone has been stationed here?

If you want to garrison soldiers, why choose such a place where birds don't?

Shen Linfeng threw the already rotten target far away. He cleared the grass, and the ground was no longer the white tiles it used to be. Instead, it is paved with ordinary gray adobe bricks, and most of the bricks have cracked and some have even become shattered due to time.

"If there are really soldiers here, then this barren grass in front of you looks like a training field!"

Shen Linfeng thought in his heart, and his feet continued to move forward. He walked forward for a full three or four hundred feet, and the uneven ground beneath his feet became smooth again.

Shen Linfeng knew in his heart that what he was stepping on now should be the white floor tiles he had stepped on before. The change in the road also means that Shen Linfeng has walked out of the so-called training ground.

In the following time, Shen Linfeng discovered many ground piles buried deep in the ground. When he saw a stone trough hewn out of boulders, Shen Linfeng concluded that the stakes must have been built to feed the stables for the horses.

In addition, Shen Linfeng also found dozens of yellow mud stoves. The yellow mud had been washed away by the rain, leaving only a pile of stones still round.

However, Shen Linfeng could still see its original purpose at a glance.

These were supposed to be stoves for striking iron, and the stakes in the corners were naturally prepared for the construction of a blacksmith's shop.

As for why so many blacksmith shops were built here, Shen Linfeng believes that it is definitely not for the purpose of making agricultural tools for farming.