"You guys come here to eat!"

Zishen's father Bai Liang waved to Zhang Xuan and his son at the small table on the side.

Zhang Xuan took the divine baby and sat down.

I saw two plates of meat and vegetables, two plates of vegetables, and more than ten steamed buns were placed on the small table.

Bai Liang and an elderly male slave were sitting at the table.

"Eat it! General Jun ordered that the Holy Infant should not be hungry."

Bai Liang greeted Zhang Xuan and his son and had a meal together.

"Your family is a general of the Hong Clan Alliance. Is it so easy to eat?"

Zhang Xuan frowned.

At the family dinner yesterday and today, he found that the Zikong family’s diet was not very good.

Today, these slaves ate some vegetables and radishes, and they were scrambled for me, and they seemed to be unable to eat enough.

Even the father of Zishen, Bai Liangjiajun, only ate two meats and two vegetables, so he still had to eat it with him.

If he had eaten it himself, he would probably have to eat at most a plate of meat dishes.

"In addition to the salary of the general of the Zikuen family, there are only a few farms. It is not easy to support these dozens of people!"

Bai Liang sighed.

"Even Miss Zhu Yuanbiyang only eats one meat and vegetable for each meal, let alone us male slaves!"

The old man sighed.

"Oh..." Zhang Xuan didn't expect that Zi Chun, as a general of the Hong Clan Alliance, could not even have enough slaves in his family.

It can be seen that this dead state has not yet been enlightened and the level of civilization is too low.

As the three of them talked, they only ate one steamed bun, and the Shenying reimbursed all the other foods on the table! Moreover, he would still smash his mouth and was still unsatisfied.

Obviously not full.

"Forget it, let them prepare more food tomorrow!"

Bai Liang put down his chopsticks.

"Need not."

Zhang Xuan looked at the empty plate on the table, "Tomorrow, you prepare a carriage and a few followers for me. From now on, I will be responsible for your family's food!"

"you?

How are you responsible?”

Bai Liang and the elderly man looked at Zhang Xuan in confusion.

"Of course, go hunting!"

"You... your legs are not well, can you go hunting?"

"no problem."

Zhang Xuan stood up.

"Okay, Songyuan, then you will take a few people tomorrow and accompany him to the outside of the city. If you can hunt one or two camel rats or something, you can also give everyone a tooth sacrifice!"

Bai Liang said to the elderly man around him.

"Just him?

Can you still shoot a camel rat?”

The elderly man named Songyuan looked at Zhang Xuan with contempt, "Miss Zhu Yuanbiyang can't shoot a camel rat when she practices arrows every day. How could he shoot?

If you want me to say, don’t waste your time!”

"Just go with him. If you can't catch prey, you can shovel some grass and feed the horses!"

"Okay! There is indeed no grass in the horse farm. Let's shovel the grass tomorrow!"

Song Yuan nodded.

Early the next morning, Zhang Xuan bandaged the plywood that injured his leg, finished neatly, took the bow and arrow, and left the wooden house with purple coins.

I saw that the people from the Zikong family had already started to be busy.

Song Yuan, with four male slaves, had been waiting at the gate of the courtyard.

"I heard that our future family is going to hunt?

Can you shoot arrows?"

Zhu Yuan came over with a bow and arrow, looked at Zhang Xuan and sneered.

"Even if he can shoot arrows, he is so clumsy, how can he have any accuracy?"

Biyang ridiculed him even more without hesitation.

"Hahaha!"

Everyone laughed suddenly.

"The cripple go hunting, too?

I laughed so hard!”

"I bet he can't even get a hunchmouse!"

"He can't even stand steadily, so where can he shoot arrows?"

When a group of male slaves saw Zhu Yuanbi Yang ridicule Zhang Xuan, they naturally felt unceremonious and sarcastic.

"Okay, you guys go quickly. No matter whether you can catch prey or not, come back early and take good care of Zhang Xuan and Xiaobao."

Bai Liang ordered.

Song Yuan asked the four young men to carry Zhang Xuan on a stretcher and go out.

After walking on the winding plank road for an hour, no one had walked down the Fusomang tree.

"Uncle Songyuan, the nobles of the Hong clan, why should they live on this Fusom tree?"

Zhang Xuan asked in confusion.

"This Fusom tree is a sacred tree. The temple of the saints of the Hong clan is on it. It is the supreme glory to be able to live on this Fusom tree!"

"But it's too inconvenient to go up and down!" Zhang Xuan looked at the wooden ladder on the plank road.

"Although it is not very convenient, if an enemy rushes into Fusang City, the safest place is to be the only one man who can pass through this Fusang tree!"

"Safety?"

Zhang Xuan couldn't help laughing, "If the enemy sets a fire, I'm afraid no one on the Fusang tree can escape?"

"We have thought of this question long ago!"

Song Yuan sneered disdainfully, "Didn't you see that we used the sink to attract water?"

"There are sinks in every corner of the Fuso tree. Once it catches fire, it can be extinguished with water immediately!"

"That's you, you didn't encounter a big fire..." Zhang Xuan smiled bitterly and shook his head.

"Our Fusang City is as solid as a soup. How could the enemy rush to Fusang trees to set fire?

"Song Yuan glanced at Zhang Xuan impatiently.

"All right."

Zhang Xuan was too lazy to argue with Song Yuan, so he changed the topic, "It's so inconvenient for you to live in Fusang trees. Haven't you ever thought about making something like a lifting basket?"

"I have done it. A few years ago, Anren sent Lord Xuanbu to build a lifting basket there. Unfortunately, after several incidents, he fell to death and abandoned it."

"Oh..." Zhang Xuan nodded and pondered.

After finally getting down the Fusang tree, Songyuan thought Zhang Xuan was walking slowly, so he still asked someone to carry him to the horse farm of Zichun's house.

This place is actually a stable with a few horses and a few carriages.

There were only two barge horses in the stable, which should be Zhu Yuanbi Yang's mounts, and the rest were skinny ordinary horses.

Songyuan ordered people to pull out two horses and get a big cart, and everyone took the cart out of Fusang City.

Going westward, at noon, you came to a not-too-high mountain.

"Okay, you four, go shovel the grass, I'll go and put the horse on!"

Song Yuan ordered four young men to shovel the grass, so he led two horses to put them on, and ignored Zhang Xuan in the car at all.

Zhang Xuan got out of the car and took the Shenying to a pond.

I saw a group of big birds whose names were unknown, in the river water beside the pond.

Zhang Xuan hid in the bushes, quietly approached the pond, and then shot arrows! “Swhoosh swoosh swoosh!”

Three feather arrows broke through the air! “Pu pedal!”

The water birds suddenly became alarmed! However, three big birds were left by the pond, struggling on the ground! Although Zhang Xuan lost all his magical powers, archery was still a piece of cake for him! “Zhang Xuan… can really shoot arrows?”

"He actually shot three birds in one shot!"

"Isn't he... a cripple?"

Song Yuan and a few male slaves looked confused and looked at Zhang Xuan who was slowly walking out of the bushes in surprise.

"Go, catch the three birds, let's have lunch!"
Chapter completed!