Yang Fan turned his head and saw that a fat man of seven or eight years old was emerging from the dog hole in the wall opposite. He was wearing a fine cloth gown, with a fat face with black and white stripes, and his fat little hands were tightly grasping the ground.
His face was covered with dirt, his face was pale, and cold sweat was dripping from his chin.
Looking at the corpse on the ground and the huge pool of blood, I was so frightened that I couldn't help but scream, and my whole body felt like chaff.
Seeing Yang Fan covered in blood looking at him, he was even more frightened and screamed again. The sharp sound was indescribably funny. He hurriedly retreated, trying to get back out of the dog hole.
Yang Fan bared his teeth in a mischievous smile and scolded him: "Whose brat are you from? Are you from this village or your father?"
The little fat man hurriedly waved his hands and shouted anxiously: "I don't know, I don't know, please forgive me, please help me." His nose and tears were all wet, his crotch was also wet, and he was scratching his hands and feet desperately trying to get back into the wall.
Yang Fan rushed over and pulled out the little fat man by his collar. The little fat man started kicking and beating with his hands and feet, howling like a slaughtering pig, and when Yang Fan wasn't paying attention, he hit Yang Fan's wrist with one blow, causing Yang Fan great pain.
Rub the toothbrush straightly.
"Hey, you little wolf, you are so cruel! Let go, let go, you are a fucking dog."
"Let me go first," the little fat man whimpered.
Yang Fan was furious, but he couldn't let go. He came to this unfamiliar place and finally met someone who spoke human language. How could he let him go.
"Hey, little thief, if you don't let go, I'll beat you so hard that your father won't even recognize you, believe it or not." Yang Fan pretended to be vicious and threatened.
"Have you ever seen a fist as big as a casserole?" Yang Fan shook his right fist and threatened.
"Woo, woo" the little fat man refused to let go, hanging on Yang Fan like a bag, afraid that Yang Fan would kill him as soon as he escaped from the tiger's mouth.
Yang Fan grinned in pain, became a little anxious, and cursed: "What bites but doesn't bite? You little bastard, you little brat, let me go quickly. If you don't let me go, I'll put you in the pot to stew."
When the little fat man heard that he was going to be stewed, he started to cry. Instead, he bit down harder, causing blood to flow from his arm.
Yang Fan sighed, if he bites again like this, he will definitely break it. Infection in this place is no joke. He said: "Little bastard, you forced me to do this. I am not bullying your child."
The little fat man simply closed his eyes and refused to let go.
Yang Fan sneered and said: "Come with me, these are all leftovers from playing before I was eight years old. There are no naughty children that I can't cure."
When the little fat man heard what Yang Fan said, he secretly opened his eyes, squinted his eyes, and rolled his eyes. He wanted to see how this vicious mountain king was going to torment him, but he wouldn't let go anyway, and there would definitely be no better results if he let go.
eat.
Yang Fan glanced at him, raised his left arm calmly, and said: "Do you want to let go? If you let go now, I will spank you and it will be over. If you don't let go now, I will cure you."
Once it's loosened, hehe, I'll cut off your little sparrow, wash it and throw it into the pot. Add star anise, fennel, pepper and cinnamon, which is called five-spice. Add soy sauce and it's called braised. Believe it or not."
The little fat man rolled his eyes. Although these threats sounded scary, he was still very clear that if he let go, he would probably suffer immediately. He stared at Yang Fan and shook his head resolutely.
"Okay, you forced me to do this."
As he spoke, Yang Fan used his trump card and stretched out two fingers to gently pinch the little fat man's nose.
The little fat man was stupid. How could there be such a shameless person in this world? In less than a minute, the little fat man was blushing and his neck was thick. At first, he could hold it in with all his strength, but the longer he held it in, the more uncomfortable he became, and his face turned purple.
"If you don't let go, you will become a fool if you hold it in any longer," Yang Fan threatened.
The little fat man stared at Yang Fan angrily, whining and kicking his calves. He tried hard to hit Yang Fan with both hands, but couldn't. He couldn't vent his anger, and he was holding his breath. He rolled his eyes and fainted in anger.
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Yang Fan was a little surprised. He took his hand out of his mouth and saw four clear holes on it, all of which were bleeding.
"This little bastard was born to a rat in his last life, and he bites so hard." He cursed, but in his heart he admired his cruelty.
Being cruel to yourself is truly cruel.
This kid will probably become a figure when he grows up.
Yang Fan estimated that this kid would wake up soon, and he was annoyed that he was biting and not telling others, and ignored him even if he was thrown to the wall.
He started to peel off the clothes and armor of the three dead men and fold them up. There were also bows, arrows, knives, waist badges, etc. I could probably sell these for some money when I took them back. I couldn't go away in vain, and besides, I had paid for this with my own life.
I sat on the ground and calculated it, and I realized that the three horses were the most valuable. No matter what era they were in ancient times, the Han people were always short of horses, especially war horses. They were definitely not cheap.
Modern silver is not very valuable. One gram only costs about five yuan. In this era, these five hundred grams of silver can buy a lot of things. If you bring it back to modern times, it will be worth more than two thousand yuan.
It's very uneconomical. It's better to go back and exchange it for something. What should I exchange for? I know nothing about antiques. It seems that I can only gradually become familiar with the situation on both sides.
By the way, I seem to have heard someone say that the exchange ratio of gold and silver in ancient times was very low, about one to ten in the late Ming and early Qing dynasties. If these 500 grams of silver were exchanged for 50 grams of gold, the modern gold would be about 410 grams. The value would be from 2
RMB 1,500 is increased to RMB 20,000.
A full eight times difference!
Yang Fan made a mental calculation, and then dragged the three corpses with only their crotch cloths to the foot of the tree.
I picked up some dead branches and made a fire, roasted the dry food found on the Tatars, found an earthen pot, fetched some water from the well, hung it on the fire with a rope, and boiled some water.
After a while, the water boiled, and Yang Fan found a few bowls, filled it with boiling water, and ate hot dry biscuits. He had been hungry for a day, and although the food of this era had a rough texture, it was also somewhat sweet.
There was a growling sound from the side. Yang Fan glanced at the little fat man who was pretending to be dead and said, "When you're hungry, get up and eat something. Don't pretend to be dead."
After being seen through, the little fat man was a little embarrassed and continued to pretend to be faint. It seemed that this mountain king looked very kind, and he was not very afraid of him. It seemed that he didn't intend to cook himself.
My stomach growled unsatisfactoryly again. After hesitating for a while, I sat down next to him with a troubled expression and started to eat hungrily.
When the two of them were full and drank some water, they gradually became familiar with each other.
"Whose child are you? Why are you running around alone? Your family doesn't care about this chaos."
Yang Fan said.
"Dad took me out to inspect the mine and rested here. As soon as I entered the village, three Tatar cavalry came. This village is small, there are only about ten strong men, how can we fight. More than a dozen families in the village came to
Gone to the mountains
"Then why didn't you run away? How could I leave you here alone?"
"My father brought eight guards to the courtyard. When those Tatars saw that we had horses and wanted to rob us, they started fighting and scattered seven or eight of us. I fell off the horse and hid myself."
The little fat man sat holding his legs in embarrassment, muttering.
"What kind of mine does your family run?"
"Iron mines, you don't know this. There are only iron mines around Zunhua, don't you know?" The little fat man looked at him in surprise, like he was looking at a monster.
It turned out to be near Zunhua.
This chapter has been completed!