What use do I want in this troubled world

Chapter 118 Unknown Person
After a day of exposure to the sun, people who did not wear straw hats directly peeled off the skin, and even developed patches of red spots, burning and itching on the face.

Originally, yesterday Xu Wenfeng asked them to weave straw hats before going to bed, some people obeyed her, some people thought it would be better to sleep more if weaving that thing, farmers are still afraid of the sun?

In this regard, Xu Wenfeng didn't ask them to follow her own will. Her style of handling things was to tell the pros and cons of a matter and let them weigh it by themselves.

I don't like to waste my time trying to persuade anyone.

Only when people suffer a lesson can they learn a profound lesson.

You see, some villagers suffered a lot, and when Yu Hongyi gave the order to set up camp, he immediately pulled grass around spontaneously and made straw hats with his fingers, without her reminding him again.

According to today's situation, Yu Hongyi adjusted the schedule after discussing with Duoji.

Instead, get up at 3:4 a.m., set off at [-]:[-] a.m. after the eclipse, and use the freed up time to rest at noon when the sun is strongest.

He originally wanted to discuss with Xu Wenfeng, but Xu Wenfeng spread out the straw mat early, lit the insect repellent grass, and fell asleep with Xiao Ruyi in his arms.

Ten o'clock the next morning.

"Lizheng, Erya, I see the river!" The person walking in the front shouted excitedly.

This place is not far from Fucheng, Xu Wenfeng cast a vague glance at Qi Xun, meaning when will the weapons be delivered?

Qi Xun glanced back, not meaning the delivery location.

The two just played charades like this, and they communicated without any obstacles.

I don't know how many times Xu Wenfeng looked at him again, Qi Xun finally lifted his precious chin.

Xu Wenfeng looked along the line of his raised jaw, and there was a dense bush of palmetto trees.

Xu Wenfeng understood, and told Li Zhengzhi, and then called Zeng Dayong, Wu Manguan, and several warriors of the Haker tribe to walk quickly towards the palmetto bush.

A group of people peeled away the wide palm leaves, revealing three wooden boxes, Zeng Dayong turned his head and looked at Xu Wenfeng.

Xu Wenfeng nodded: "Take it out, open it and have a look."

Lifting the lid of the box revealed the shiny big knife inside, and everyone was pleasantly surprised.

Men are naturally interested in weapons, especially Zeng Dayong, who is a martial arts practitioner, and he can't put it down holding a precision-forged sword.

Since practicing martial arts, due to strict control, he has been using a hatchet. He dreamed of owning a serious weapon. Zeng Dayong picked up the long-awaited big sword and played a few tricks, feeling the mighty momentum brought by the big sword. The smile almost cracked to the ears.

Wu Manguan, who was looking at it, was greedy, and reached out to grab a handful, his shoulders dropped instantly: "It's so heavy."

Without a handful of strength, he can't swing it at all. With a weak weapon like him, it feels strenuous just to pick it up.

Xu Wenfeng pointed to the box next to him and said, "You are weak, try that."

Wu Manguan changed the knife according to his words, held it in his hand and danced a few times, and said in amazement: "Sister, how do you know that the knife in this box is much lighter?"

Xu Wenfeng: "The materials are different."

Wu Manguan looked at his sister again with shining eyes. The big knives were all similar in shape and size, and he didn't know how his sister could tell them apart with the naked eye.

Turning around, he saw Qian Duoduo was carrying a heavy sword, with bulging veins on the back of his hand, and his face was blushing. Wu Manguan smiled and said, "Don't be brave, you come to this box to pick."

Qian Duoduo said stubbornly, "No, I want this!"

He and Wu Manguan went to the town to do business before, and the local ruffians came to collect protection fees. His brother used a few catties of stewed meat to settle the money. Seeing his brother carefully laughing with him, he swore at that time that he would Become strong and protect his brother.

When he came back, he begged Xu Wenfeng to teach him martial arts, Xu Wenfeng, a slacker, pushed him to Zeng Dayong.

So Qian Duoduo worshiped Zeng Dayong's family, and Xiao Ruyi's seniority rose instantly.

Master's master Qian Duoduo respectfully called her Grandmother.

Little Ruyi is also very confused, she has a long life~ she was inexplicably promoted to grandma's generation at a young age.

Later, Xu Wenfeng found out that Qian Duoduo was a rare young man who practiced martial arts, and he had a higher understanding than Zeng Dayong.

But after all, he is young and limited by his stature and arm strength, so a forty to fifty catty sword is really not suitable for him. Xu Wenfeng said: "The most important thing is the fit between the person and the weapon. That sword is not suitable for you now."

The relationship between Qian Duoduo and Wu Manguan is as close as brothers and friends, and it is okay to play a little bit of temper in front of the closest people.

But besides being close to Xu Wenfeng, he was more in awe of Xu Wenfeng, so when Xu Wenfeng spoke, he listened to him sincerely, and obediently dragged the precision forged sword back into the box.

"Uncle Yong, put down the knife too, carry it back and distribute it." Xu Wenfeng said to Zeng Dayong again.

"Hey, good." Zeng Dayong reluctantly put down the knife.

At this time, a group of people suddenly appeared behind the pile of rocks under the distant river embankment.

When Xu Wenfeng saw it, his brows frowned slightly.

It is obvious that this is not Mr. Huqiu's man. If it is his man, there is no need to be sneaky, and he can come out to hand over him in a dignified manner. Their son is not far behind him, and it is impossible to be emotional or reasonable. Do such little tricks.

Could it be that something went wrong on Gao Xu's side and he was left on the sidelines?
It shouldn't be possible. Gao Xu is a man in his twenties, but he has the prudence and maturity of a man in his forties or fifty.

Something went wrong with him, that is, there was something wrong with the order given by Mr. Fox Qiu.

A thousand-year-old fox would make such a low-level mistake?

A few thoughts flashed through, and the group of unknown people who appeared suddenly had already climbed up from under the river embankment.

Six people who looked like warriors and two maids surrounded a young woman.

The woman occupying the central position is about sixteen or seventeen years old, wearing a dragging aqua blue skirt, the dress is made of fine fabrics, and her hair is full of red hairpins and hairpins. At first glance, she looks like a young lady raised by a wealthy family.

This was a bit of a surprise to Xu Wenfeng, he couldn't understand why such a noble lady would appear in the wild.

After Miss Gui was helped onto the embankment, two maids prostrated themselves on the ground and carefully cleaned the brocade shoes for her.

Miss Gui frowned delicately, looking at the marl scraps scraped off the shoe by the maid, her entire facial features were pulled together, as if looking at something pickled.

His demeanor seemed so out of place with this remote and desolate suburb.

Xu Wenfeng couldn't understand more and more, which kind of god this is.

Zeng Dayong clenched his hatchet tightly and looked alert: "Who are you?"

"Are you the person who received these weapons?" It was the woman surrounded by them who spoke. She raised her chin high and looked at people with her eyes above her head.

Zeng Dayong subconsciously went to see Xu Wenfeng.

Maybe it was unexpected that a woman was in charge of this team of nearly a thousand people. Su Yurong was very surprised, and squinted at Xu Wenfeng: "Are you the one talking about it?"

The tone is full of disbelief.

(End of this chapter)