Cultivation Starts From Planting Sweet Potatoes

Early the next morning, Zhang He called all the refugees together.

"Everyone saw the bandits that appeared yesterday. In fact, their number is about the same as ours. As long as everyone dares to resist, we don't have to be afraid of bandits at all."

Zhang He spoke impassionedly, but the people below were numb, quiet and unresponsive, cooperating with him to perform for the blind man.

That being the case, he simply stopped making rounds and offered conditions directly.

"Starting today, I will organize a guard team, which will only work for half a day every day, and practice for the rest of the time.

The guards ate two dry meals a day, and every meal was full, and there was also a piece of meat for each meal. "

It was said before that there was no effect for a long time, but now when it comes to eating, especially meat, the refugees immediately become restless.

Everyone was gearing up and chirping, as if they all wanted to sign up.

"Quiet, while the guards are well treated, they also need to pay equal value. When encountering bandit attacks, they must be able to pick up weapons and fight the bandits.

For those who died in battle, 500 Wen was given as a settling allowance, and the injured were given pensions according to their injuries. "

The group of refugees who were still gearing up just now, when they thought of having to work hard, recalled the vicious bandits yesterday, and suddenly became silent again.

If you only practice for a while every day, or do more work, even if you get beaten a few times, everyone is still very happy to participate.

But if you fight the bandits desperately, it's a life-threatening thing, the sword is ruthless, and it's not worth it for two meals.

If everyone couldn't survive before being recruited by Zhang He to open up wasteland, as long as they could have a full meal, it would be fine for them to work hard.

But it's different now. Now that there is food to open up wasteland and farm, naturally no one wants to go all out.

As long as there is still a way to survive, who would like to risk their lives all day long?

"I regestrated!"

In the silence of the crowd, a childish voice broke the silence.

It was Fat Tiger who broke free from Ma Gan's hand and stood out from the crowd, and Ma Gan also walked out of the crowd seeing this.

"I'm signing up too."

Zhang He owed their brothers life. Since even Fat Hu signed up, he should give Zhang He the right to take care of Fat Hu at the same time.

"I sign up too!"

At this time, Wei Peng with a goatee also signed up.

He really doesn't know how to farm, and his only value now is literacy, and he is also the only literate person in the whole team.

But Zhang He will soon learn to read and write, so his role and status are not that important.

If Zhang He is no longer employed, he can only become a homeless refugee again, and sooner or later he will starve to death by the side of the road, so he might as well fight hard.

Except for these three people, after waiting for a long time, no one was willing to sign up.

Zhang He shook his head, and shouted loudly: "All those who join the escort team will receive an additional 20 Wen per month as salary."

Sure enough, there must be a brave man under the reward, and at this time, three people walked out of the team to sign up.

These three people are Fugui, Zhuzi, and Zhuangzi.

Both are only fifteen or sixteen years old, which is the age of youthful vigor, so they are naturally more adventurous and more daring to risk their lives.

Six people were recruited this time, including him and old man Zhang, making a total of eight people.

If all eight people have been trained well, it is not too difficult to fight one against ten.

In the era of cold weapons, personal force is one aspect, as well as the courage to dare to fight hard, as well as organizational discipline, these are the keys to determining victory or defeat.

This is the end of things today, and the training will start tomorrow.

The most urgent task now is to buy some more food, and things like swords.

Zhang He said hello to old man Zhang, and rode a bay red horse to Heishui Town. When he was about to arrive, he put the horse into the space, and then walked into Heishui Town.

He found a blacksmith shop and planned to build a batch of weapons. Now there are eight people in total, but only one knife.

This time, he simply prepared all of them and asked blacksmith Niu to help him forge seven broadswords and eight spear heads, which cost nearly three pennies in total.

After paying the bill, Zhang He couldn't help lamenting that money is hard to earn and too easy to spend.

After he bought Qixia Mountain, he still had 80 coins left, and his income and expenses during this period left a total of 64 coins.

Next, he bought another two hundred catties of grain, half beans and half corn, and spent a lot of money.

On the way back, Zhang He rode on the horse, holding the book in his hand and reading it.

During this period of time, he picked out some words from this book every day and asked Wei Peng to teach him.

By now, he could roughly understand the contents of the book.

This book is indeed a book for practicing martial arts, the title of the book is "Thirteen Swords of Chasing Souls and Slaying Lives".

Zhang He was disappointed when he saw the name.

Based on his experience in his previous life, martial arts with such a name would not be very powerful. They are generally practiced by small ones, and most of them are role-playing characters, the kind that can't survive a single episode.

Therefore, he intends to take out this sword technique as the basic technique for everyone in the guard to practice.

He has read this book many times, and the content inside is not very obscure.

He has mastered the general practice method, and is waiting for the next practice.

After returning to the camp, Zhang He gathered all the eight guards together, took out the "Thirteen Swords of Soul Chasing" from his arms, and placed it in front of him on a big rock.

"Wei Peng, you are the only one who can read here. You can read this book and read it to the big guys."

Wei Peng took the book, and when he saw the words clearly, his pupils suddenly dilated and his fingers trembled slightly.

"Thirteen knives for chasing souls, this... this is actually a secret book of martial arts!"

Zhang He smiled nonchalantly: "It's just a low-level martial arts book, you read it from the beginning to the end, and everyone in the guard team will practice this skill in the future."

Although he could already recognize the words in it, he was still not at ease. He wanted Wei Peng to read it again, and he compared the two in his heart to avoid mistakes.

Wei Peng was even more excited when he heard the words. He actually had the opportunity to learn martial arts in his lifetime.

He is different from others, he is literate at least, the martial arts skills in this world are extremely rare, without a certain relationship or status, it is difficult to learn.

Except for him, the other seven people here are all mountain countrymen, who have never traveled far in their lives, and are illiterate and uneducated, so naturally they don't understand the preciousness of martial arts.

It seems that there is an immortal teacher behind Zhang He, so what he said should be true.

Since Zhang He was so generous and had already ordered it, Wei Peng read the book from beginning to end.

Zhang He compared it with reference in his heart, and found nothing wrong.

"Wei Peng, from today onwards, you will teach and aid everyone in martial arts according to this book."

Zhang He gave Wei Peng a word, and left alone with his sword in hand.

He has already read this "Thirteen Swords of Soul Chasing" by heart, and he is even more familiar with the first part.

There are only thirteen moves in this sword technique, each sword is more powerful than one sword, and one sword is faster than one sword.

That is to say, the more you practice to the later stage, the more powerful it will be multiplied.

"The first knife, splitting the mountain!"

Zhang He stands with his feet open, as if they have grown roots, and they are firmly planted in the ground. He holds the knife in both hands and holds it high on the side of his head.

A force rises from the feet, flows through the whole body, and gathers on the knife.

"drink!"

With one slash, the log in front of him was broken in two.

Zhang He looked at the smooth log in front of him with some doubts.

Is this done?