When I stood up from the ground with a breath of breath, I found that I was stopped again.

"Okay, your bones are so good at running..."

The other party gestured with a long knife

"I will be a good military soldier, and I may not be able to be a fireboat..."

Looking at the weapons in his hand and the quiver on his saddle, the twitching in his empty stomach made me hesitate and give up on the plan to resist or escape immediately.

When I was holding my sore legs and feet, I could stop and take a breath again, soothe the fire to burn my chest, I was already in the small camp on the roadside, in a small-scale camp, where the cut down branches were tied into a row and inserted on the ground, surrounded by thick and thick, into an irregular shape.

Although the construction was very sloppy, at a rough look, there were only a thousand people, and the weapons were chaotic. Most people did not have armor, but only one or two sets of them looked rather bloated. As the people who followed him added, there was a lot more and more chaotic.

The method of choosing and identifying is very simple, which is to dig a ditch, you can jump over it, or you can pick up a round stone with both hands, even if you pass the test, in the process,

There are also some people who are obviously not qualified in their age and figure, or who are sucking in troubled waters, who are cleaned up. No matter how they beg or cry, they cannot get any pity. After being beaten and kicked, they will roll to the side of the road like a corpse.

The rest of the people were stuffed with a wooden stick of varying lengths and sharpened obliquely, and promoted a bunch of empty words that "there is great potential to seek fame, wealth and honor", and became a member of this "rebel army".

That's right, it's the rebel army, which is even worse than ordinary official troops and local Turkish troops. It's the so-called "rebel army" between rebels, bandits and the Wubao armed forces.

For some reason, such thoughts came out of my mind. As one of them, the best performer, or the leader, I got the right to assist in distributing food, and several baskets of cold things were carried to me and distributed according to the head.

The things I posted this time were not black lumps with suspicious shapes, but gray cakes with a bit of food shape. Well, there was finally a decent thing, and there was also a spoonful of soup made of bran and wild vegetables. There was no container, so I could only use my hands, tiles, mouth, and everything I could find to take over. Then from time to time, someone was scalded, but he couldn't bear to spit it out or let it go.

More than a hundred people were separated, and I was hungry for a long time and could run the train. I also grabbed a piece of cake of good shape and bit it hard in my mouth, but I couldn't help but spat hard. There was too much bran and other impurities inside, and there was a rustling sound of friction between my teeth and tongue, just like chewing into a stack of sandpaper, which made me completely relieved.

It seemed that the sound was too loud, which immediately attracted attention.

"Dogs..."

A head of cloth Baotou who was supervising on the scene strode over and swung his scabbard fiercely.

"I still dare to complain..."

Suddenly, the powerful arm of Kong Wu stopped him, but another man with a beard as bearded as a weed, looked quite prestigious. The fierce Bu Baotou hurriedly retreated aside without even arguing.

“Your teeth are very good.”

He narrowed his eyes and looked at me carefully before suddenly speaking.

Only then did I notice that although the appearance was full of dust, the black and yellow teeth exposed when others opened their mouths and ate, which were basically exposed with the teeth that were seriously worn out of place with my good living habits.

"Do you want to eat better?"

“..”

"And follow me..."

At first glance, I felt that this was a veteran who described the vicissitudes of life. He was wearing an old lock vest that was rare in the identity of the leader. Many armbands had collapsed. They were wrapped in large rags like sacks. Only the boots were still decent, but the suspicious blood stains on them made people feel a little scared.

The used paint-de-de-scarf scabbard and the arched body wrapped in cloth strips, the folds on his face indicate that he is no longer young. In short, this is an old guy with a dangerous smell.

This messy camp was actually not big. You could see it from the outside at a glance, bypassing several broken sheds, dispersing a bunch of soldiers blocking the road, and heard it before you could go far.

"The rebel army is not from the charity village that is done by the miscellaneous houses."

"Where do they like to take it?"

"I don't have any surplus grain... I have the ability to go to those Wubao by myself."

An UFO almost wiped the tip of my nose and rolled into the dust. Then a figure pounced on me like a hunting dog, followed by a shouting and scolding.

"Mom, pick it up for me quickly. The meat I finally got,"

Under a straw hut surrounded by cloth curtains, I saw this so-called leader of unknown armed forces:

A middle-aged man sitting cross-legged on the white beard bed, with long hair loose and a cloth-wrapped forehead, opened his sweaty heart and focused on dealing with the legs of half an unknown animal. The smell of barbecue oil made my saliva and stomach tremble, even though there were dust and sand on it.

Even the few people next to me who don’t look like good people were temporarily ignored by me like a conditioned reflex. I have been hungry for more than 24 hours.

Unlike other novel time travelers, in the mountains and forests, you can hunt pheasants and rabbits at will, or you can fool other animals into dying from their stomachs and then harvest a super pet with loyalty MAX.

The veteran walked up and whispered a few words, then they started to discuss.

"This guy is much whiter than those who are far behind, and his hands, feet, shoulders and backs are not even calloused."

The murmuring sound came directly to my ears, making me, who was trying hard to swallow my saliva, shivered and completely disappeared. I couldn't help but think of some of the legendary professional hobbies similar to those of the heroes of Shuibo Liangshan and similar to those of Bei Ye.

"Well, the Lord is the general of the shore and the Lord, and he must reply with great pleasure."

Finally, there was a voice calling me, but it was the boy who picked up things like a hunting dog just now. He stood beside the leader named Jiang Yan and said in a pretentious voice.

It's just that childish voice change somewhat destroyed this effort to create ruthlessness and solemnity.

"Who are your last name and who are you?"

The leader slapped the shore, wiped the oil stains on his chin with his clothes, crossed his legs and said in a deep voice.

"But what are the abilities..."

"That...General, the name is Xia Ya, and his name is Youde..."

At this moment, I couldn't help but think of someone who was carrying a deep hatred of blood, but there were girls who took the initiative to put them back, which made people envious and jealous.

"You are virtuous, it's such a good font..."

It seemed that he was talking about the general's flattery, which made him a little bit helpful, and his tone was not so rigid.

“This accent…”

But the person next to me suddenly browed, which made my heart suddenly rise

"It seems like I've heard it on the islands in the southeastern sea and land..."

"That's a sea-born child, and there is no connection with those northern dogs or western lords..."

Another voice is connected

"So it's a man from Haisheng..."

I seemed to feel the other person's eyes flashing, and my tone became more eager.

"I don't know if you are Xinghua Party or the Restoration Party..."

"Sun'an or imperial sect?"

"The East China Sea or the South China Sea route...."

"Yizhou vassal or Fusang vassal..."

"."

I was silent and made a dumb chicken outfit, but I was shocked in my heart. What is this and what, how could even reform come out?

"Report to the general."

In the end, I could only touch the lump on my head with blood, and stuttered and pretended to be stupid.

"I was chased by someone before and died. I hit the cliff head-on and was seriously injured. I forgot a lot of things..."

"What's the point of doing that..."

My reaction made Jiang An's face suddenly fall down. He waved his hand in disappointment and drove me away like a fly. Then he was persuaded by the veteran and muttered a few times before turning his head.

"Then can you read the text and read the literacy and count the accounts?"

I couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief when I heard this and glanced at the swords on their waists. The level was finally over.

Looking at me as if I was pleased, I used charcoal strips to draw a few big words and symbols on the table, the leader Gang Yan muttered hesitantly

"Are shorthand and hard pen writing... quite useful..."

Well, I was a little surprised, but I was swearing again. Has these things been popular in this world? Well, I was no longer surprised. Later I learned that one of the world's most ancient styles (traditional style?), which is a high-end and elegant choice for official characters and scholars and officials. The so-called shorthand style (simplified style?) invented by Liang Gong was spread throughout the world for the convenience of learning and application by military generals who were proficient in literature and inspiration and the people who were calm and motivated.

"From today, you can try a bookkeeping master..."

As several books were written in a skewed manner, the same thing as the account book was thrown into my arms. So I had the first place to settle down, a shed with air leakage on three sides in the camp, although it looked the same, and it was very unreliable.

Although I didn't study accounting at the beginning, but to be able to take the judicial examination and miss the system, I took the most cargo law subject, at least the level of the small grocery store owner can still understand the accounts of the entry and exit of the grocery store owner.

Use fine carbon strips to identify and copy them word by word, and then use them torn off somewhere, and then use them to beat them into a book with thick cramped thread.

then,

There was a bowl of mixed vegetable soup with no meat flavor for dinner. You could soak two more pieces of cake than others, but still hard. After softening, you could grab the soup and eat it. There was a straw mat alone under the shed, so you didn't have to squeeze together with those former refugees, the open air and the ground.

However, I was temporarily away from the wind, sun, rain, malicious crowds and threatening scavengers, and lying on the grass balls that serve as feed for livestock. I was completely insomnia, not just because of the pungent smell of livestock, or the constant rodents everywhere, nor because of the creaking hay pricking people.
Chapter completed!