It feels bad to not be trusted. Fortunately, Zhang Miao is mentally prepared. Since you don’t believe it, let’s talk about the facts.

"Amiao, do you really have a way to make money?" A young man of sixteen or seventeen stopped beside Zhang Miao. His name was Zhang Chuang, who was Zhang Miao's cousin. He had a brave and fierce personality and had a similar stinky taste with Zhang Miao on weekdays.

"Brother Chuang, don't you believe me?" Zhang Miao asked with a smile.

Zhang Chuang scratched the back of his head. They were brothers who grew up together. They knew each other well. From the bottom of his heart, he didn't believe that Zhang Miao would make money. But his friendship between them made him unable to say anything he didn't believe.

"Amiao, just talk about it if you have any solution. No matter what, you can try it, it's okay, you'll be a living person." Another young man Zhang Ping said. In the village, the three people are iron triangles and have always been fighting together, and Zhang Ping has a flexible head and often acts as a think tank.

"No need to say more, you do whatever I do." Zhang Miao said calmly, looking at the woods in the valley, where there are many aquatic willows, and in later generations there was a name called ash tree!

After the thieves withdrew, the villagers immediately went down the mountain and rushed back to the village, trying to extinguish the burning fire of the house. However, the fire had already formed, and the roofs were covered with thatched grass. Once the fire burned, it was difficult to extinguish it.

The howling north wind strengthened the fire again, and the entire village burned into a whole area.

Seeing this situation, all the women burst into tears. The men clenched their fists and the light of hatred appeared in their eyes.

Some people rushed into the fired house frantically, trying to rescue some things, but were pulled by others. In this case, they may be in danger of life.

Of course, there are also some houses with small fires. The owners of the house rushed into the house and tried to rescue some possessions.

If the house cannot be saved, how much can you steal?

In fact, after the robbery army looted like locusts, most of the things in each family were left, and even fewer could be rescued.

Those Yellow Turban thieves are homeless refugees, all poor and hungry, and there is nothing they don’t want.

Zhang Yu ran to the door of his house and looked at the house that had been swallowed by the flames, and his heart was filled with despair. The yard was empty, and apart from the heavier stone mill, there was only the broken man placed beside the yard wall. Perhaps it was because he was not taken away because he was not taken away.

Pushing the spear to the ground, Zhang Yu squatted down with his hands and quietly watched the fire.

"Brother."

"Class leader."

Zhang Qi and Zhang Jin and other men in the village came to the yard of Zhang Yu's family. This is the case in the village, where will they go? They need the patriarch to have an idea.

Zhang Yu slowly stood up and faced his relatives.

"The fire will probably not be extinguished for a while. Zhang Jin, you will take the people to transfer the elders of the village to the valley farm at the entrance of the village, and spend the night there. When running up the mountain, I saw many people bring some food and collect everyone's food together, and at least make some porridge for the children to drink. This is the case in the village. We must be united in the future to survive, and don't have selfishness anymore." Zhang Yu ordered in a deep voice.

"Yes, patriarch!" Zhang Jin agreed to take the people there.

"Zhang Qi, take a dozen people to the place where the thieves are walking, check their movements, and never let them kill one of them and take away the lives of hundreds of people in our village." Zhang Yu continued.

"Yes." Zhang Qi also took people down.

With Zhang Yu's command, the villagers had the backbone, began to move, and became a little angry.

Zhang Yu finally looked at the house that was on fire and turned around and was about to leave, but he saw his son Zhang Miao and Zhang Ping running in.

"Shuzi, what have you done?" Zhang Yu said angrily.

Zhang Miao quickly stood up and said with a smile: "I'm not doing anything. Brother Chuang, take the man by the wall away."

The last sentence was said to Zhang Chuang.

Zhang Chuang agreed and bent down and picked up Poweng.

Seeing that each of the three of them had a wrapping wrapped in clothes, and they didn't know what it was, Zhang Yu snorted coldly, but ignored it, turned around and walked towards the valley ground.

In the valley-milling field, several bonfires were lit. The villagers sat around the bonfire, silently watching the flames licking the bottom of the pottery pot. When they fled to Nanshan, some people took away the pottery pots for cooking, so that they could have some cooking guys at least.

Because of the heavy mood, the adults were silent and no one was willing to speak. Only those children, who did not know their sorrows, were playing games in the grinding field.

At this moment, Zhang Miao and the other two walked to the valley ground, supported the broken man with a few stones, and started to burn the fire below. Then Zhang Miao poured the things in the package into the man. The three major packages looked a lot, but they didn't know what it was.

The villagers were already disappointed with Zhang Miao. Many people took a look and turned their heads. However, a few young people and many children surrounded him.

"Brother Miao, what did you cook?" a child asked with a gaze. He thought it was something delicious.

"In this, Brother Miao tells you that it's money!" Zhang Miao said loudly on purpose.

"Tsk!" Many people curled their mouths.

"Brother Miao, but money can't be eaten, why do you have to cook money?" The child was still asking persistently, but was dragged away by the parents who couldn't stand it.

The Powen cooked very quickly, and in a short while the heat came out, but the villagers didn't even have to boil.

Then Zhang Ping and Zhang Chuang took out more than ten bamboo tubes and placed them on the ground. Zhang Miao took out a broken wooden spoon from somewhere, began to scoop up a spoon from the man, and then poured it into the bamboo tube on the ground.

"Brother Miao, I want to eat it!" The child broke free from his father's hand and ran over and shouted, but Zhang Chuang grabbed the collar.

"I said it was money, can money be eaten?" Zhang Miao said lightly.

"Shuzi, what are you doing?" Zhang Yu couldn't stand it anymore, walked over quickly and asked with a calm face.

"Father, you'll know after a while." Zhang Miao didn't dare to pretend anymore and said quickly in front of his father.

In Zhang Yu's gloomy gaze, Zhang Miao steadily poured over ten bamboo tubes. After waiting for a while, Zhang Chuang and Zhang Ping opened the bamboo tubes that were originally made of two halves and took out the things inside.

The round, slender, and look a little white, and many villagers were surprised.

It was obvious that Zhang Miao poured into the boiling soup, but how did it become such a solid?

Because it was getting darker, most people couldn't see clearly what it was.

In the eyes of everyone, a fire flashed, and the thing actually started to burn. The small flame was not too bright, but it was a little brighter than the oil lamp.

Zhang Yu looked closer and saw that although this thing was not as bright as a torch, the flames were very stable. What surprised him the most was that there was no odor or thick smoke when it burned, but there was a faint fragrance.
Chapter completed!