Online Game: Me, with Unparalleled Comprehension

Ah Zi ran into a small wooden hut nearby, peeked inside for a while, and came out with a few copper coins in her hand and a smile on her face: "Young master, I found some copper coins!"

Wu Feng glanced at her and nodded: "Keep looking."

Mu Wanqing pushed open the door to a slightly larger room, went inside and looked around. When she came out, she shook her head: "There's nothing there, just some broken furniture."

Li Qinglu was wandering around in front of a row of houses near the mountain wall when she suddenly called out, "Wu Lang, there's a big house over there, it's locked!"

Wu Feng walked over quickly.

That room was bigger than the others, and a rusty iron lock hung on the door.

He reached out, grabbed the lock, and twisted it hard, breaking the lock instantly.

The moment I pushed open the door, a smell of wood and fabric wafted out.

The room was dimly lit, and Wu Feng squinted to adjust his eyes before making out the furnishings.

This is a warehouse.

Several large wooden crates were stacked against the wall, two or three layers high, and in the corner there was a wooden cart with several bags piled on it.

The ground was covered with dry grass, which made a rustling sound when stepped on.

"Come in, everyone," Wu Feng called out, stepping inside.

Ah Zi was the first to come in, stepping on the dry grass and making a rustling sound.

Mu Wanqing and Li Qinglu also came in. Wu Xingyun stood at the door, glanced inside, but didn't come in, nor did he leave.

Wu Feng walked to the nearest wooden box, which was unlocked, and lifted the lid.

Inside, dozens of porcelain bottles were neatly stacked, their mouths sealed with wax, and small slips of paper attached to the bottles, bearing words such as "wound medicine" and "detoxifying powder."

He picked up a bottle, looked at it, and then put it back.

"A box of medicine," he said, casually closing the lid. With a thought, the entire box of medicine transformed into a faint light and was put into his backpack.

The second box was larger; when the lid was opened, it contained stacks of neatly folded furs.

There were deer skins, rabbit skins, and a few that looked like wolf skins. They felt nice to the touch, and the fur was shiny.

"Fur," Wu Feng said, and took it away anyway.

The third box was opened, and it contained cloth.

The main fabric was coarse cloth, with a few bolts of brightly colored fine cloth, neatly folded, looking like goods stolen from a caravan.

Wu Feng didn't look at it closely and put it directly into his backpack.

There were several bags of grain piled on a wooden cart in the corner. He walked over and opened one of the bags. Inside was white flour, the grains were plump.

The other bags contained rice and millet, and one bag contained salt.

"Grain." He turned to look at the boxes and added, "There's another truckload."

He also collected the grain.

Finally, at the very back of the warehouse, against the wall, there was an inconspicuous little wooden box, smaller than the others, half-buried in a haystack.

Wu Feng squatted down, parted the dry grass, and lifted the lid.

Inside, there were stacks of silver ingots, neatly arranged, gleaming with a silvery light in the dim warehouse.

He counted them; there were about twenty ingots, each of which looked to be worth fifty taels.

One thousand taels of silver.

"Silver ingots," he said, and took them all.

Azi stood to the side, watching the things disappear one by one, her eyes wide, and muttered softly, "Young Master is so amazing..."

Mu Wanqing watched without saying a word, but her eyes showed a hint of surprise.

Li Qinglu was used to it and just watched from the sidelines.

Wu Feng finished packing everything up in the warehouse, stood up, and glanced around the empty room.

"Let's go, let's see some other places."

The group searched around again, looking through several wooden huts and finding some odds and ends.

A few old knives, a few broken bowls, a few dirty clothes, and a few jars of wine.

Wu Feng put away the knife and the wine, but didn't take anything else.

Those broken bowls and dirty clothes would just take up space in my backpack.

After leaving the last wooden house, he stood in the open space and glanced around again.

The village was quiet; the wooden houses and watchtowers were still there, but the people were gone.

"I'm leaving," he said.

The group followed him out, across the open space, and to the entrance of the village.

Azi went to fetch the horses. Several horses were still tied to the pillars next to the village gate, standing quietly and occasionally swishing their tails.

Mu Wanqing untied the reins and led the horse to Wu Feng.

Wu Feng mounted his horse, and after settling in, he glanced into the distance.

The group of players hadn't gone far; they stood at the bend in the mountain path, craning their necks to look this way.

Several people met his gaze, paused for a moment, and quickly turned their heads away, pretending to look elsewhere.

Wu Feng didn't pay attention and raised his hand to press down the brim of his straw hat.

"Walk."

He gently squeezed the horse's belly, and the chestnut horse started walking down the mountain path.

Azi followed behind on her little yellow horse, holding the reins tightly. Her body was still a bit tense, but it was much better than when she first started riding.

Mu Wanqing rode her black horse beside Azi, her veil lifted slightly by the wind, revealing half of her face before quickly falling back down.

Li Qinglu rode her white horse behind Wu Feng, holding the reins in one hand and pressing down on the bundle on her back with the other, afraid that the things would fall off.

Wu Xingyun walked at the very back, riding a chestnut horse, his pace neither hurried nor slow, his expression calm.

Five horses lined up and slowly descended the mountain path of Qingshi Village, their hooves making a crisp sound as they trod on the gravel.

On the official road at the foot of the mountain, a group of players stood by the roadside, watching them ride down on horseback, and automatically moved aside.

As Wu Feng passed by them, the group opened their mouths as if to say something, but ultimately didn't dare to speak.

He rode his horse past the crowd without even turning his head.

As Azi passed by, she secretly glanced at the group of players, then quickly turned back and followed Wu Feng.

Only after they had walked away did someone from the group of players speak up.

"Who is this guy...?" A young man looked at their backs, his voice filled with envy. "He wiped out a mountain stronghold all by himself, like it was nothing."

"I don't know, but we can't afford to mess with him." The person next to him shook his head. "Look at his palm technique, one strike for each person. Even the big boss wouldn't be able to withstand one hit."

"Let's go, let's stop thinking about it." Another player patted him on the shoulder. "This kind of big shot is from a different world than us."

After watching for a while, the group turned and headed down the mountain.

Wu Feng rode his horse, leading the four men northward along the official road.

He took out the map and glanced at it.

If you go about 20 miles further ahead, there is a town called Liuhe Town.

It's not big, but there's a guesthouse where people can stay. I'll make do for one night.

He put the map away and turned to look at the people behind him.

When Li Qinglu saw him turn around, she smiled at him and asked, "Wu Lang, what's wrong?"

"It's nothing, there's a town up ahead, we'll stay there tonight."

"Okay." Li Qinglu nodded.

Wu Xingyun didn't say anything, but gently spurred the horse's belly to keep up with his speed.

Wu Feng turned his head and looked at the official road ahead.

The current troop strength is insufficient; it's unrealistic for just a few of them to take over a city. Even if they could, controlling a city is not something a few people can accomplish.

We still need to set up the stronghold first and use it as a base for development.

Only with strongholds can you recruit people; only with people can you expand your army; and only with an army can you conquer cities.

Take it one step at a time, don't rush.

Tomorrow, I'll find a suitable place to build the stronghold and recruit a group of NPCs as subordinates.

Once Li Hu and the others arrive, we'll discuss how to attack Yingzhou City.

If we work together, taking Yingzhou City shouldn't be too difficult; it's just a matter of time.

Wu Feng squinted at the road ahead, gently spurred his horse's flanks, and quickened his pace.

"Let's go, let's get to town before dark."

Several voices echoed from behind, and the sound of hooves quickened, leaving a series of crisp hoofbeats on the official road.