Chapter 59 Want to Help?

Feng Jun lay down in a patch of long grass and silently observed the small village at the foot of the mountain.

It has been twenty days since he entered the wilderness space again. Three days ago, he was on this mountain and discovered a small village at the foot of the mountain.

The village is very small, with about 20 households and more than 100 people, planting more than 1,000 acres of land. The fields are irrigated by mountain streams. There are fruit trees, breeding, and more than ten young people who can shoot bows. Or hunting with a pitchfork.

Not far from the village, the mountain stream converged into a small lake, fifty or sixty acres in size, but no one was seen fishing.

People's clothes are similar to those in the Ming Dynasty. The two-part attire and the accent are similar to the Haozhou dialect in real society. It sounds more difficult, and it is... more difficult to speak. At least for Feng Jun, this is still in Haozhou. Stayed for quite some time.

Of course, for Feng Jun, what he cares more about is the opponent's force index. If it's the kind of force that "can wipe out all life within a hundred miles with one palm strike", he can only choose an extremely cautious way of contact.

Fortunately, the force value of the people here is similar to that of the Ming Dynasty. Some people get up in the morning to box, but that's it. Feng Jun feels that his force value is ranked among the top three in this village.

The only bad thing is that everyone here has long hair, both women and men, and they wear their hair in buns - it's really like the Ming Dynasty.

Feng Jun has short hair. Although he has been here for three months, his hair has not grown very long. If he wants to wear a similar bun, he feels that he will have to keep his hair for at least two years.

This is quite frustrating.

Of course, there are wigs for sale in real life, but Feng Jun also saw that when the men in the village were playing, their buns were often one of the attack points. Once they grabbed each other's buns, it was easy to kill them. Fell to the ground.

Feng Jun couldn't imagine that after he integrated into it, someone would reach out one day - Hey, did I grab his hair?

So he was too lazy to wait any longer, and he was too lazy to go back to Earth and order similar clothes. If it was a little different, then it would be a little different.

So he retreated to the top of the mountain, covered his temporary shack, held an iron rod in his hand, and filled his body with various weapons. He then put on a large backpack and walked around to the other side of the mountain, intending to enter the village in a roundabout way.

This detour is at least forty miles, but to Feng Jun, it doesn't matter. It's only seven or eight miles away from the top of the mountain, but his supplies are easily exposed.

When we were about seven or eight miles away from the village, there was a winding trail. It was purely a trail made by people. However, the road was relatively flat, but it was quite winding.

When he walked for more than three miles on the trail, at a corner, there was the sound of weapons clashing and someone shouting.

Feng Jun stopped and quickly climbed up a big rock using his hands and feet. When he looked around, he found that a man and a woman were fighting. The man was in his forties and the woman was in her early twenties.

Both of their weapons were knives, the woman used a hatchet and the man used a machete, but by chance, the woman blocked the man's attack and occasionally fired back with two knives.

"Is it her?" Feng Jun frowned. This woman was from that small village. He had seen it through the telescope. There was a family of five, including her parents and two younger brothers.

Her father had a broken arm and could hardly see him take action, but the woman was very skilled. Not only did she practice martial arts herself, but she also supervised her two younger brothers to practice martial arts.

Feng Jun asked himself, if he only talked about moves, he was not her opponent. Of course, if it was a life and death fight, that would have to be discussed separately.

However, he listed her father as someone he could not defeat, although he had never seen the middle-aged man take action.

As for the man she was fighting against, he had no impression at all.

The woman was waving the machete and yelling, but the man was smiling and talking triumphantly. He was swinging the machete easily and seemed to have some energy left.

After watching for a few minutes, Feng Jun discovered that women were probably no match. First of all, women were not as good as men in terms of endurance. Secondly, the man had a sword on his back that was not drawn out.

After a while, the woman's hair was disheveled, her face was flushed, and she was a little exhausted, but the man was still waving the thick-backed machete leisurely and saying something with a smile.

"Nah... you guys spoke too fast," Feng Jun clenched his teeth in distress, unable to understand what he was saying.

The woman became more and more desperate. She found a green bamboo shoot here today, and she said she had a gratifying harvest. Unexpectedly, a man came up from the mountain and said he planted the bamboo shoot.

Even children can't be coaxed by these words. There is only one village, Xiaohu Village, within seven or eight miles nearby, and she knows almost all the people in the surrounding villages - at least she knows everyone who has this kind of skill.

The man asked her to put down the bamboo shoots, but of course she refused to agree. The man said that in this case, not only Yaling Qingsun, you should also stay and have some fun with me.

When the woman heard this, she was furious and knew she couldn't be kind. She directly drew the knife and started fighting. Unexpectedly, the opponent's fighting power was beyond her imagination. She was no match.

The mountain people here are very tough. As a woman, she dares to walk alone in the mountains. In addition to her own strength, she relies on her proximity to the village.

She would not go alone to a place that was too far away. Not to mention her, even the young and strong men in the village did not dare to go alone. You know, there are ferocious beasts in the mountains.

She couldn't beat the opponent, so she wasn't particularly anxious at first, thinking that maybe people from the village would pass by. After all, the village was only four or five miles away from here, and she was still on the road to the village.

But after waiting for a long time, no one passed by in the village, and her strength was a little unable to keep up. As a result, her mentality was a little unbalanced, and she became more and more embarrassed.

The next moment, she was in a trance, and the other party's machete passed by her, cutting off half of her clothes.

She became more and more panicked and looked around. Unexpectedly, she saw a strange young man standing on a big rock not far away. Not only was his hair very short, but his clothes were also of a style she had never seen before.

But at this time, how could she think so much? He immediately shouted at Feng Jun.

watt? Feng Jun was in a daze, what are you talking about?

The middle-aged man was very experienced and was not at a loss because of the woman's shouting. He just slowed down his attack slightly and then turned his head to look over.

Seeing this, he was slightly shocked. Damn... someone really showed up? This little girl actually didn't lie to me.

Feng Jun thought about it, pointed to his nose, and shouted three words, "Speak slower."

His pronunciation is very strange, but he has tried his best to pronounce it in Haozhou dialect.

The woman heard this weird pronunciation and thought about it for a moment before realizing what the other person was saying.

It turned out that he was a stranger. She guessed the identity of the other party, so she slowed down her speech and spoke loudly, "You, help me, beat him, Yaling Qingzun, we will split evenly!"

Feng Jun understood. Although he didn't know what Yaling Green Bamboo Shoots were, he had been observing them for a while, and he basically knew what the other party was talking about.

This woman must have discovered something good. The man wanted to grab it, and he also wanted to take the woman with him. Now the woman wants to share that good thing called "Yaling Green Bamboo Shoots" with him.

Feng Jun is actually not very interested in that good thing. He wants to integrate into this small mountain village first by helping.

So he shook his head, "I'm not interested in Yaling Qingzhu, I just want to confirm that you need help, right?"

The middle-aged man was anxious. He tightened his hands, and his sword skills suddenly became much faster. At the same time, he shouted, "Little guy, as long as you don't mind your own business, this woman belongs to you, and the Yaling Qingzhu belongs to me!"

The woman belongs to me? Feng Jun really has no interest in this woman. Her face is just average. On the earth world, she would be rated seventy points - this is because she is relatively young, and her youthful vitality is a bonus.

But her figure is very strong, yes, not plump but strong, with thick legs and thick arms. Feng Jun does not like this type of strong body.

Moreover, although he can also go to bars and hook up with netizens, this is the restlessness of young people. He doesn't like forcing women at all, and even hates such people very much - if you can't hook beautiful women, it's because you don't have the ability, UU Reading www.uｕｎshu.net If you use force, it’s garbage.

When the woman saw his question, she hurriedly replied loudly, "It's necessary to give you half. Otherwise, you can go to the village and call someone for me."

She said this sentence relatively quickly. Feng Jun thought for a moment and guessed what the other party meant, so he shouted, "So, how long do you think you can hold on?"

When the middle-aged man heard that the young man wanted to intervene, he immediately became angry and said, "Boy, do you want to die?"

"I don't like the way you talk," Feng Jun snorted and took off the powerful crossbow from his shoulder.

The woman must have never seen this kind of high-tech product, but just from its appearance, she guessed what it was, so she shouted, "Don't kill him, capture him alive."

While shouting, she jumped to the side. She was not sure how good the opponent's shooting skills were, and she didn't want to be accidentally injured.

The middle-aged man was also distractedly observing Feng Jun. When he saw that the other party actually took out a crossbow, he was shocked. He never dreamed that the shiny iron frame hanging on his shoulder would turn into a crossbow after playing with it twice. A crossbow.

"Treasure," a greedy look flashed in his eyes.

Of course, he knew in his heart that even if he found a treasure, he had to live to enjoy it.

When he saw the woman retreating, he turned around and ran away without hesitation, still shouting, "Wait, boy, if you dare to spoil Huang Maple Ridge's good deeds, you are dead!"

Without thinking, Feng Jun pulled the trigger, and a short steel arrow shot out and nailed the opponent's left leg directly.

The middle-aged man originally used his physical skills to avoid the incoming crossbow arrows, but his judgment was wrong. He thought that the crossbow, which was only two feet long, would not be too powerful, so he did not look back.

Unexpectedly, he was hit by an arrow.