Early the next morning, Wu Chong saw Luo Xiaolu running over and said to him mysteriously.
"Captain, guess what I saw yesterday?"
"If you fart, hurry up."
Wu Chong glanced at this kid with a look of disgust. He went to this ghost place when he was only fourteen years old. He didn't even know if his kidneys were enough. But this era is rotten to the core. Whether he can survive tomorrow is a matter of time.
However, many people like Luo Xiaolu also enjoy themselves in time, spending every penny they have.
"I saw the courtesan without any clothes on in Uncle Zhang's yard last night. Her butt... was so white."
He actually showed a yearning expression.
It seems that Lao Zhang really took him to eat meat last night. Otherwise, how could a big-assed boy do this? It’s just that Lao Zhang actually hooked up with the oiran. This old boy is really good at it.
"Hurry up and eat. When you're full, go do morning exercises. If you dare to be lazy, my legs will be broken."
Wu Chong slapped Luo Xiaolu on the back of the head, ending this boring conversation.
Luo Xiaolu rubbed the back of his head, bared his teeth and went to do morning exercises.
As bandit suppressing officers and soldiers, they also had to do morning exercises. Most of the bandits in this era were desperadoes, and the court was also short of money. Many of the weapons and equipment issued to them were old goods, which led to their
There was no difference between the equipment of the people and the bandits. When the two sides were fighting, many of them were still looking at their martial arts skills.
The martial arts in this world are not without merit.
Although it is not as powerful as the Qi Refiners who come and go, they are still as lethal. Some powerful warriors can fight with Taoist masters. Even if they encounter monsters, they can trade one for one. But this kind of
Most of the warriors at this level have already reached the middle and upper levels of the army, while those at the bottom are mostly bitter, such as Luo Xiaolu, who joined for the sake of food.
canteen.
A tattered wooden plaque with black writing on it.
Wu Chong received higher education from a group of captives in Barbarian Beast Mountain. After that, he had escaped from the illiterate class, so he still knew these two words. For this reason, he also specifically asked some of his subordinates around him, and found that except him, others
All people are actually illiterate. This shows how low the literacy rate is in this era, that is, only people like Ouyang Duandao who are in the martial arts world and have a certain status and status can gather so many cultural people around them.
Walking into the canteen, Wu Chong followed his past habits and prepared to get some meat to eat.
He has been in the bandit suppression team for more than three years, and he is definitely an old man among the old. The captains of several other teams have not lived as long as him, which has led to many people in the bandit suppression team having legends about him.
Some people said that he was greedy for life and feared death, so he pretended to be dead as soon as he entered the battlefield to survive until now. Another part said that he was a peerless master, who was sent to the bottom by disciples of the big family to gain experience.
No matter which one he was, the other bandit suppressing soldiers were in awe of him and would subconsciously get out of the way after seeing him.
"Give me all those big pieces of meat."
Wu Chong glanced at the meat in the barrel and directly ordered the dishes. He didn't even look at any of the vegetarian dishes.
"Captain Wu's appetite is still so good."
When the master who was cooking saw Wu Chong, he smiled and said hello.
….
It is not easy for these Huotou masters to see a familiar face, let alone an old man like Wu Chong who has lived for more than three years. In their understanding, people like Wu Chong should have been there for a long time.
He was promoted, which meant that he was unlucky and had to be replaced by someone else, but as long as he could continue to live, he would be able to make it.
"Live to eat."
Wu Chong took the meat dishes and sat down on the chair in the middle of the canteen. Most of the soldiers here squatted in the corners to eat, so only their captains had a few seats. The higher-level officials were not in the canteen at all.
Eat here.
After he started eating, everyone else in the cafeteria returned to their previous appearance.
Groups of small and medium-sized people squatted in the corner eating, and occasionally acquaintances from the same hometown would chat about some topics.
"Do
The captain is good and can eat meat every day."
Someone in the corner muttered something secretly. Mr. Wu’s ears were so good that he heard clearly. Wu Chong glanced at him and found that it was a thin young man who said it. This young man was holding two cold steamed buns in his hand.
And some pickles, this is all that a newcomer like him with no qualifications can get.
"You don't know, Uncle Zhang fought with the oiran last night..."
When I heard the voice, it belonged to Luo Xiaolu.
This guy met Lao Zhang last night, and after that, he became a little restless. He used to think about food, clothing, and warmth, but now all he can think about is the oiran's white butt.
【In view of the general environment,
"Is the oiran's butt really that white?"
"Can this still lie to you? If you don't believe me, ask Uncle Zhang!"
Luo Xiaolu was anxious. He finally saw the world, but no one believed what he said.
"Lao Zhang hasn't been back since yesterday. I heard he died."
Suddenly someone came and said something.
"Died three days ago."
"ah?"
Luo Xiaolu was stunned for a moment, then became frightened.
If Lao Zhang died three days ago, then who was Uncle Zhang who took him to see the world yesterday? And the white-haired oiran.
'They must be jealous of me and want to see me embarrassed!'
Luo Xiaolu snorted coldly.
"I will tell Uncle Zhang exactly what you said. I hope you will dare to say that when you see him."
When the person who spoke saw this, he stopped talking and just started eating in silence.
There are no such deep feelings in this bandit-suppression camp.
After hearing what was said, Wu Chong glanced sideways at Luo Xiaolu. The demonic energy circulated to the boy's hole, and he vaguely saw a breath that was somewhat similar to the demonic energy. The difference was that this aura was gray-white.
"Evil spirit?"
It is said that all monsters and monsters belong to the same family, but Mr. Wu doesn’t think so.
In his opinion, although he is a monster, his heart is righteous, and he practices the "Jade Pure Immortal Method", which is a majestic way, and he is not the same as those who take the wild road.
"So Lao Zhang is really dead. I wonder why I didn't find out two days ago."
Wu Chong recalled it for a moment, and then...
He found that he and Lao Zhang didn't seem to have any friendship. After a while of recalling it, he found that he couldn't even remember what Lao Zhang looked like. It was impossible for a person who couldn't even remember his appearance to find out if anything happened.
"Hundred households are here!"
At the door of the cafeteria, someone shouted something. Everyone who was noisy at first fell silent and stood up one by one to get out of the way.
Wu Chong continued to sit in his seat and gnawed on the big bone. A hundred households were nothing.
He has seen them all.
If he hadn't been a low-key person, he could have gone to the capital and become a national preceptor. I heard that there is a thousand-year-old monster entrenched in the capital, and the current national preceptor is the monster. The country can reach this point, that big monster
The Demonic State Master can be said to have made an indispensable contribution.