Film and Television: Starting from the Journey to Guandong

Chapter 3 Bandit Den

Facing Zhu Chuanren's rhetorical question, Chuanwu scratched his head vigorously:
"Then you bring croton to make them all have diarrhea? Then they don't have the energy to fight us? But why do they want to eat it?"

Zhu Chuanren casually pulled a piece of dogtail grass, held one end in his mouth, and looked into the distance:

"Find their water source, pour the crotons in, and the rest depends on whether God will take care of us!"

Chuanwu heard this and said in astonishment:

"Into the water? Where did you come up with such a vicious idea?"

Zhu Chuanwu was finally convinced, and it was only from this moment that he truly realized how different his third brother was.

"Second brother, remember, if you encounter resistance, don't hold back and risk death! Remember, only when we are alive can our family have hope of living. If we die, mother, Chuanjie, and eldest brother will all have to starve!"

Startled by Zhu Chuanren's hungry wolf-like eyes, Chuanwu said quickly:
"Don't worry, I will never hold back!"

Chuanren didn't believe what he said. He who had never killed anyone before, no matter how cruel he said, was as confused as seeing blood.

The same goes for him. In his previous life, let alone humans, he had never killed a chicken. If his face was really splattered with blood, he had to make sure not to faint first and save the harsh words for later.

However, he had a feeling that his personality had changed drastically due to time travel.

He used to be in awe of life, but now, he just wants to live, even if he kills people for it!

One era speaks for itself. In times of peace, murder and arson are the sins of beheading!

And now we are in troubled times. If you want to live, you must be ruthless, ruthless to yourself, and even more ruthless to others!
Thinking of this, Chuanren's eyes became profound and he thought:
Those gangs of bandits who do all kinds of evil are not good birds, so they just have to hide away, otherwise...

Zhu Chuanren secretly became furious and was ready to see blood.

"It's almost time to rest, let's go, hurry up, I promised my mother that I must go back tomorrow morning!"

On the road again, Zhu Chuanwu suddenly stopped talking. I don't know if he was influenced by Chuanren.

Chuanren knew that he was silently encouraging himself. It would be hard to say what kind of situation he would encounter. If an accident really happened, then...

When he reached the top of the mountain, Chuanren put up a pergola and looked into the distance. It took him a long time to find a wisp of light smoke. Someone!

There is no doubt that no one will live in this deep mountain except bandits.

In the past, hunters in the mountains either followed the Boxer Rebellion or took their families down the mountains to live a better life.

Even if anyone didn't think about staying in the mountains to hunt, they would have been wiped out by the bandits long ago.

What does it mean to be the king of the mountain?This is!

They will not let the hunters live under their noses.

"Let's go northwest." Chuanren said, then walked forward.

Zhu Chuanwu followed silently without saying a word.

The so-called "Wangshan Run" means that the place where the smoke is coming out seems very close, but walking there can kill people.

Especially for two people who were about to starve to death, it was simply torture.

Fortunately, as evening approached, Chuanren finally saw traces of human life through the afterglow of the setting sun.

"Huh~ It's finally here, second brother, rest here for a while, I'll go check on the situation and wait until I come back!"

Zhu Chuanwu finally spoke:

"I'm with you, so I can take care of you!" "No, it's easy to attract attention when there are too many people. Just listen to me, stay here, don't go anywhere, wait for me!"

How dare Zhu Chuanwu disobey the third child's order? Now that Zhu Chuanren is the boss, he will do whatever he says!

He hid himself behind a big tree and watched Zhu Chuanren bending his waist and disappearing into the woods.

Zhu Chuanren followed the sound of the bandits chatting and moved forward. He did not dare to go too fast for fear of making too much noise and alerting the other party.

As the voice got louder and louder, he couldn't help but continue to step lightly. He felt his heartbeat speeding up faster and faster because he was holding his breath and concentrating.

This was not possible. Zhu Chuanren tried hard to restrain himself and adjusted his condition through breathing rhythm. At the same time, he had already touched the periphery of the bandit's den.

Zhu Chuanren looked around, hid himself in the bushes, lay down on the bare land, and narrowed the target as much as possible.

The ground was very cold, and his chest pressed against the ground, quickly pulling away the warmth from his body.

But Zhu Chuanren didn't care. He stared at the open space in front of him. Several bandits were chatting around the bonfire. Seeing that they kept putting their hands on the fire, he guessed that he had just come back from going out. He was very cold and needed to warm up quickly. .

This bandit's den is backed by a cave, and there should be only one entrance. This is good news.

But how to touch it and administer the medicine?

Just when he didn't know what to do, several younger bandits worked together to carry the big vat out. When they saw the big brothers, they quickly gave them smiles:

"Hey, big brother is back? Just in time, the boss said he would kill the deer and eat it later."

"That's good. I haven't eaten meat for a month and I'm really hungry." One of the older bandits said with a smile.

Immediately afterwards, the bandit with his back to Chuanren said:

"Deer meat is delicious. My ancestors were hunters. When I was a child, my grandfather caught the deer without killing it. He raised it and fed it berries and fresh grass every day.

It is said that raising the meat like this for a month can neutralize the sour taste of the deer meat itself, and then roast it over a fire and smear it with honey and jam.

That smell won't change no matter how many fair-looking ladies you give it to! "

I don't know whether he missed women or was greedy for meat. The bandit started to swallow his saliva as he spoke.

The little bandit carrying the big vat said:
"Then I would rather not eat deer meat than have a white-haired woman!"

"Hahahaha~" Several bandits who had tasted it laughed.

"Boy, don't worry. When we get back, we'll go down the mountain and tie two of them up so you can have a good time!"

"Really? When are you going?" The little bandit's face turned red with excitement.

"Let's give it a while. The government has been tightening investigations recently, and we don't know what happened. We'd better be careful!"

The little bandit who had been silent said:
"Brothers, why don't we put the vat on the fire first? The water will boil soon so we can make soup with the deer bones!"

"Okay, you guys can get busy, we're going in, this shitty weather will freeze everyone to death!"

Zhu Chuanren didn't care that what they said was nutritious. He stared at the big vat without blinking. The bag of crotons was finally found!

The few little bandits were talking and laughing, continuing to talk about women, and adding firewood to the fire from time to time to keep the fire burning brightly.

The sun was setting and night was approaching. Zhu Chuanren was worried that there would be too much noise in the quiet night, so he quickly retreated while the little bandits were not paying attention and brought Zhu Chuanwu over.

When they rushed back, the sky was completely dark, and the bonfire was reflected on the mountain wall, lighting up the mountain red.

(End of this chapter)