Seeing Chu Zheng, the young man looked apologetic, and then took out a pack of kraft paper from the package.

Then, with his fingers trembling slightly, he carefully opened the brown paper, took out a small piece of dry food and handed it to the little boy.

Chu Zheng also recognized this piece of brown paper. It was left by the gang of gangsters at his door.

There was a small stain of blood on the brown paper, and he remembered it very clearly.

Seeing this, Chu Zheng was even more sure that the other party was the family who lived next door to him a month ago.

But he didn't expect that the other party hadn't thrown away the brown paper yet.

Chu Qingqing also noticed this scene and couldn't help but look at Chu Zheng.

"It's them." Chu Zheng nodded.

Seeing her brother's confirmation, Chu Qingqing felt much relieved.

A month ago, she wanted to help this family, but for some reasons she did not dare to lend a helping hand.

Now that she saw that the other party had something to eat, she felt somewhat relieved.

"Sister, you watch the fire, and I'll go outside to pick up some wood." Chu Zheng looked at Chu Qingqing and said.

"Well, okay." Chu Qingqing responded.

Then, Chu Zheng wandered around in the nearby grassland and picked up some wet wood into the shed.

Now he and his sister, who doesn't know how long they will stay, are picking up more of this wood and putting it under the shed so that it can be used again when it dries.

This can be regarded as planning before the rain comes.

However, Chu Zheng did not dare to go too far away from the shed for fear that someone might come.

And while he was doing the work, the young man also picked up the wood.

"Little brother, where did you come from?" The young man looked at Chu Zheng and struck up a conversation.

Chu Zheng was startled for a moment, and then replied: "We are from Qingchuan, we escaped from trouble."

"Qingchuan." Hearing this, the young man sighed softly, "That place is much far away from here. You must have suffered a lot when you came here."

"It's okay." Chu Zheng shook his head, not wanting to say this.

It's more than just suffering.

Both parents were killed by bandits.

"My name is Ma Yong. I am from Anji. I also escaped from trouble. Those are my wife and children." said the young man.

I’ve heard of Chu Zheng in Anji County, which is quite a distance away from here.

"My name is Chu Zheng, and that is my brother, his name is Chu Qing." Chu Zheng nodded and said his name.

But when talking about his sister, he reduced his sister's name by one character.

"Now that we live so close, we can take care of each other in the future." Ma Yong said with a smile on his weathered face.

"Well, okay." Chu Zheng also nodded, with a kind smile on his face.

It will indeed be inconvenient for him to take his sister with him, so it is also a good thing to have someone to take care of him.

Afterwards, Chu Zheng and Ma Yong collected firewood and went back.

Firewood was also piled up.

After picking up the firewood, Chu Zheng picked up the iron piece wrapped with cloth strips and began to practice his sword.

Along the way, he actually practiced swordplay all the time.

Because of his talent for sword wisdom, he had a different understanding of swords.

In addition to the thrusting sword move left behind by Taoist Master Song Chao, he also taught himself basic movements such as picking, wiping, and slashing.

However, because there is no one to guide them, these sword styles, although they are lethal, have a nondescript feeling, so they can only be used make-shift.

"Sixth level of martial arts..." While Chu Zheng was practicing his sword, he suddenly thought of what the Taoist priest just said and frowned slightly.

He is not particularly clear about martial arts in this world. After all, his original family is just an ordinary family and has no access to martial arts at all.

I only know that there are nine levels of martial arts, of which the ninth level is the weakest and the first level is the strongest.

Moreover, the martial arts in this world are very strong.

Just like that soldier, just one person pushed hundreds of people out of the city gate.

Although there are some reasons why the refugees are weak because they have not eaten for a long time, but even so, they are inhuman.

"I have to practice martial arts as soon as possible..." Chu Zheng exhaled softly.

Although he now knows some swordsmanship, it can only be said to be superficial.

It's not a real martial arts.

Real martial arts requires the coordination of Qi training methods to temper the whole body with Qi to achieve the effect of steel and iron bones.

It can be said that a real warrior can kill him easily.

"Pattering..." At this time, the sky suddenly started to rain.

It was obviously autumn, but it rained continuously, making the air very cold and humid.

As a result, Chu Zheng felt that every time he took a breath of air, his lungs felt a little colder.

"I should find a way to enter the Qamdo Mansion. These dried meats won't last long." Chu Zheng finished practicing his sword, sat by the campfire, and ate the dried meats, his thoughts a little confused.

Although there was some supplement of dry food on the way, the two of them spent a lot of money on eating on the way, so now there is not much dried wolf meat left.

Even if we increase revenue and reduce expenditure, we won't be able to survive for long.

"Hey..." Thinking of this, Chu Zheng sighed softly.

Given the current situation, I don’t know when it will take Qamdo Prefecture to open its doors.

At this moment, a group of refugees came over.

These refugees, old and young, couldn't help but look greedy in their eyes when they saw Chu and Zheng eating dried meat.

Without saying anything, Chu Zheng lifted up the tightly wrapped iron piece and stabbed it directly on the wooden stake of the shed, instantly piercing the wooden stake through.

His movements were extremely neat and his eyes were cold, looking at the refugees like a wild wolf looking at its prey.

Seeing this, the refugees shuddered and did not dare to do anything excessive.

Then, they looked at another shed.

Ma Yong was afraid, but he still picked up the wooden stick and gritted his teeth and stared at the group of refugees.

"Brother Ma, come here." Chu Zheng pulled out the iron piece and said to Ma Yong opposite.

After hearing his words, Ma Yong breathed a sigh of relief, packed up his things, and went to the shed where Chu Zheng was.

When this group of refugees saw this, they did not dare to stop them and let them pass by.

"Brother Chu, thank you very much." After Ma Yong came in, he saluted Chu Zheng.

"Didn't I just say that we take care of each other? Brother Ma, have you forgotten?" Chu Zheng smiled at Ma Yong and said.

Ma Yong was stunned for a moment, then smiled.

Then, the two families gathered around the bonfire to warm themselves up.

As they got acquainted, Chu Zheng also learned that Ma Yong's wife was named Yu Rong and they had two children, the boy named Ma Xiang and the girl named Ma Niuer.

"I don't know how we will get through this disaster year." Ma Yong warmed himself by the fire, looked at his two children, and sighed softly, "I originally had a pair of children, but because they were too young, one starved to death on the road, and the other

He died of the cold."

Having said this, he sniffed and his eyes turned slightly red.

But his eyes were extremely dull, as if he was talking about something ordinary.

"It will be fine." Chu Zheng stuffed the firewood into the fire and said softly.
Chapter completed!