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Chapter 1 The cold wind howls

The cold wind whistles, the cold wind is like a knife.

The weather was already extremely cold in the early 11th month of the lunar calendar, not to mention that it was the cold winter of the Northern Song Dynasty.

Jingdong East Road, fifteen miles south of Qinghe County, there is an ordinary village called Wujia Village. The village is not big, with hundreds of families and hundreds of people. There is a wooden yard in the east of the village, three mud walls and thatched houses, two grocery sheds in the east, and the west room is a stove.

A big man was wearing only a pair of linen pants in the yard and lifted a stone mill of three or four hundred kilograms. The muscles on his body showed masculinity as they moved. After practicing for five or six minutes, he still couldn't grow up and did not sweat.

This man is no other person, but a famous thorn in Qinghe County. Wu Song and Wu Erlang, who loves to eat wine and fight the most.

"This body is not human at all, at least a superman." Wu Erlang said to himself.

It turned out that Wu Erlang was no longer the Wu Erlang of the past. Zhang Han was from the 21st century special forces captain. Zhang Han was from Shandong. He was admitted to the battalion in the third grade of Metallurgical University when he was 21 years old. A certain army of the army was selected for two years. Later, because of his excellent marksmanship and excellent skills, he was selected to be a special forces group in a Tibet army. Later, he made many military achievements and performed outstandingly at the age of 26 and served as the captain of the brigade. Although the special forces captain was only a few dozen soldiers under his command, they were all elite soldiers and generals. A few days ago, in a mission to pursue transit drug dealers, Zhang Han took the lead and accidentally fell into a ten-foot pit in the off-road vehicle. After waking up, Zhang Han found that he had become Wu Song in the Water Margin of the Song Dynasty.

Even Zhang Han was adapted to the nerves for several days. At this time, Wu Song had not committed any crime. He was just twenty-seven-red and had already achieved martial arts skills, but he had not yet become famous. He lived in Qinghe County with his brother. His brother Wu Dalang rented a small store in the city to get up early and go to bed late to sell cooked cakes. Wu Song was a martial arts fanatic. He either drank or fought every day. Wu Dalang was also very worried and wanted to persuade his brother to find a regular businessman.

Zhang Han patted his muscles and smiled and said, "Wu Song, I will be you from now on. Yours are mine, and mine is mine. Don't worry, I will not occupy your body in vain. I'm here for the beauty of the Song Dynasty."

Don’t think that special forces are serious. Soldiers like Zhang Han are all naughty and lively in their minds. They are all top-notch and have a lot of tricks.

From then on, he was Wu Song. Wu Song threw down the stone mill and fisted and kicked it. He was not until he felt comfortable all over. He put on his thin clothes and went back to the house. He added a few firewood to the kang. Wu Song took a black porcelain jar beside the bed and poured out all the money. Wu Song counted and found that the money was still a lot, half a day. Ordinary families had their usual living expenses for a month. My brother Wu Dalang got up early and worked in a small business and gave Wu Song two cents of pocket money every month, mainly because he was afraid that Wu Song would have no money to eat, so he fought for others.

Wu Song shook his head and smiled, "This Wu Song is really ignorant, but in the future, Wu Song will become sensible."

Wu Song took five hundred cents and went out to his cousin's house not far away. A young man in his twenties was chopping wood with a big axe, just like cutting tofu.

This person is no other person, Wu Song's cousin Wu Zhuang is also the one with Wu Song's genes. Although Wu Zhuang is not as perverted as Wu Song, he also has a very good physique. Wu Zhuang had begged Wu Song to teach martial arts before, but all of them were rejected by Wu Song.

"Brother is here, please come in the house." Wu Zhuang saw Wu Song coming, and hurriedly put down the guy in his hand and said.

Wu Song said: "There is no need in the house. I'll come to find you something."

"If you have something to do, just say it." Wu Zhuang said.

Wu Song said: "You said you learned martial arts from me some time ago, do you still need to learn it now?"

"That's for sure. The world is chaotic and there are bandits everywhere. Who doesn't want to learn it?" Wu Zhuang said.

"Study is OK, I only have two requirements. First, you can endure hardships and second, you can be obedient. As long as you agree with these two points, it's fine." Wu Song said seriously.

Wu Zhuang did not dare to neglect. Although he was his cousin, Wu Song was a very perverted person, forty or fifty people could not get close to him. Since he wanted to learn, he had to show some sincerity.

"Okay, okay, I agree. I'll kill a sheep and give it to my brother." Wu Zhuang said as he was about to go to the sheep house to find sheep.

The situation in Wu Zhuang's family is very ordinary. His parents are in their fifties and are in poor health. The family has a few acres of thin land. They rely on these sheep to survive. How can Wu Zhuang spend money?

"Let's go to my house." Wu Song called Wu Zhuang to his house.

Wu Song said: "I plan to do some regular businessmen, open an escort agency, car dealership, etc. No one can do it. You can shout for people. People in our village who know the truth, from the age of fifteen or sixteen to twenty, see how many people can call me. I will teach martial arts and eat and drink if I am willing to come."

Wu Zhuang was a little disbelief and said, "Brother, they are all young men, and it's not a small amount to eat and drink every day."

"You go find someone. Come to my house to meet in the evening. It will be overdue." Wu Song said and went out.

Wu Zhuang scratched his head and went to call someone. He could not listen to his parents' words, but he dared not ignore Wu Song's words. Wu Song was used to speaking with his fists.

There are more than fifty young people aged fifteen or sixteen to twenty in the village, but not everyone is optimistic about Wu Song. Wu Zhuang searched for a whole afternoon and found eleven, plus he had a total of twelve people. Everyone came, carrying a whistle stick, and wearing ragged clothes, just like the Hanaka team.

Wu Song could see clearly from the courtyard gate and couldn't help but sigh that the Northern Song Dynasty was originally economically prosperous and the people had no worries about food and drink, but at the end of the Northern Song Dynasty, the government office knocked on bones and sucked marrow and squeezed the people. The people's life was difficult. Ordinary families ate two meals during the slack season in winter, with a meal of porridge in the morning, a meal of thick porridge in the evening, and a piece of pickled vegetables.

Wu Song said: "Everyone is here, and Dazhuang has also told you about the matter. I am going to do some regular business and make some money. Whoever you want to stay with me will stay. If you have me and meat, you will eat meat. If I have wine, you will have wine. But I am ugly and said that the world is in chaos. Sometimes I have to fight to the point of being successful. If you don't have the courage, you will get out of here."

They are all from the same village, and no one knows who is young and young men. Wu Song said this naturally no one is willing to leave. Everyone said, "Brother Dazhuang told us that my brother is going to open an escort agency, so we are just a stroll. We eat a bowl of life-long food, and we are afraid of asking for it."

Wu Song said: "Okay, since everyone is here, let's start, eat meat and drink tonight's mission."

Wu Song said as he invited everyone into the yard. A fat sheep and two jars of fine wine had already been put in the kitchen.

Of course, you have to stew the meat yourself, and you don’t need Wu Song to do it. A thin child is called Mao Ka, a child adopted by the butcher.
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