From a small soldier in the frontier army, an immortal god of war was born

Chapter 16: New Year's Gathering
Nowadays, frostbite medicine is still relatively cheap. Wu Fengdeng spent more than 20 yuan to buy six sets of plasters. The counter clerk said that it would take about five or six days to heal.

Jiang Qiyu held the ointment wrapped in oil paper and immediately raised his head to look at the tall man in front of him.

"It'll cost you money."

As a person born in the poorest family, winter is the most difficult time for her. She suffered from frostbite every year during her sixteen years and had to endure it every year.

Not to mention frostbite medicine, even if I caught a cold and broke my hands or feet, I would never buy medicine or ask a doctor. I would be fine if I could just get through it, otherwise I would be disabled.

It’s better to exchange the few coins in your pocket for some food.

So when Jiang Qiyu was holding the twenty-cent frostbite cream, he felt both distressed and warm-hearted, and he stuffed it carefully into his arms.

Wu Fengdeng asked lightly: "Are you hungry?"

"Uh... I'm a little hungry. I heard from the sisters in the dyeing workshop that there is a good sesame cake shop in the East Market..."

"How can we celebrate Chinese New Year by eating only sesame cakes?"

Wu Fengdeng looked around and his sight stopped at a mutton restaurant.

……

"My two guests, the mutton soup you ordered is ready. Please enjoy it slowly!"

On a small square table, there were two large bowls of white mutton soup, with three or two slices of mutton and some mutton offal floating on it, and scattered green chopped green onions, which was very mellow and tempting.

There are also a few freshly baked sesame cakes, which are simple and affordable.

Jiang Qiyu sat on the bench a little nervously, and couldn't help swallowing when he smelled the fragrance in front of him.

The daily meals for the dyeing factory workers were just three steamed buns and a bowl of seasonal vegetables. The only time they saw meat was when a few pieces of chicken were added at the wedding of the young master of the Liu family.

As for mutton, she had only seen sheep running but had never eaten it. Although she felt her appetite was aroused, she still asked worriedly, "Brother Fengdeng, this mutton soup is very expensive, right?"

Wu Fengdeng picked up the chopsticks and handed them to her, advising: "Don't ask how much it costs. We are reunited today, so you should eat well and be full."

"You look very pale now. If you don't eat something nutritious, even if you can survive the winter and wait until spring, your body will be weak."

After he advanced to the middle stage of the Skin Refining Realm, his perception of Qi and blood became even sharper.

Now Jiang Qiyu's face is sallow, and his qi and blood are fluctuating, like a hollowed-out tree, strong on the outside but weak on the inside. It is obviously caused by lack of nutrition.

In addition, it is a cold season now. If you don’t replenish your body in time, you may suffer from diseases and even shorten your life.

Jiang Qiyu didn't understand all this, but he knew what Wu Fengdeng meant, so he stopped insisting.

It was snowing heavily outside. A few diners were crowded in the small mutton restaurant. The hot steam from the stove seemed to make people forget the cold.

Wu Fengdeng and Jiang Qiyu sat on the low bench, slurping the mutton soup, leaning forward very close.

The curls of hot air blew on their faces, as if supporting a small piece of heaven and earth, just like when they huddled together by the fire to keep warm while wandering.

The difference is that now they are really living as human beings.

Time passed in a flash, and after four porcelain bowls and two plates were piled on the table, I finally felt full.

Wu Fengdeng wiped his mouth with his sleeve as usual, then took out twenty coins and threw them into the bowl.

When I looked up, I saw Jiang Qiyu holding his stomach and burping, with a little hot sweat on his forehead. His face was slightly rosy and his complexion was obviously much better.

"My body feels warm."

She pursed her lips and smiled innocently.

"When you have time, go out and buy some meat. Don't harm your health, or you will have to spend more money on medicine in the future."

"I will send you money every month."

"Uh-huh."

After dinner, there was still some time before dark, so Wu Fengdeng took her to the clothing store and bought her a new light blue cotton jacket. New clothes for the New Year, new look.

After putting on this finally decent cotton-padded jacket, Jiang Qiyu immediately looked even more beautiful. She stood in front of the bronze mirror, twisting her hair, seeming a little shy.

This was definitely the happiest day she had had in more than a decade.

In the evening, the two of them walked in the afterglow and arrived at the entrance of Liu's Dyeing Factory.

I heard from Jiang Qiyu that the Liu family started out as a cloth dyeing business. This dyeing factory is the largest in Guyang County, and most of the slaves bought in previous years were put to work here.

"Brother Fengdeng, thank you for your hospitality today. It's getting late, so please go back."

At the side door, Jiang Qiyu smiled gently, his eyes full of gratitude.

Wu Fengdeng nodded, but did not leave immediately. Instead, he took a cloth bag off his waist.

"Take this bag and use it to hold your belongings. If anyone asks you, just say your brother gave it to you."

It was just an ordinary linen bag. The only special thing was that there was a complicated Chinese character "Wei" printed on it, and a simple spear shape was embroidered with red thread next to it.

This is what Wu Fengdeng took when he received his equipment today. Each person in the vanguard battalion has one. It is used to hold water bottles and so on in daily life. It can also be used to pack heads and calculate military industry in wartime.

In a sense, this is also a symbol of the vanguard camp in the army.

Jiang Qiyu was unfamiliar with the place, and even among the servants bullying and humiliation often occurred.

This cloth bag can at least dispel some people's improper thoughts.

Jiang Qiyu didn't understand the meaning of it, but seeing Wu Fengdeng's serious look, he knew it must be a good thing for him.

"Yeah, I remember that."

"Okay, go back. I'll redeem you in three months at most."

"it is good!"

Jiang Qiyu nodded and turned around.

However, just as she stepped over the threshold, there was a sound of commotion coming from the Liu family compound next door.

Wu Fengdeng cast a glance over.

Suddenly, a fat and strong black pig rushed out from the doorway where two stone lions stood.

The black pig looked to weigh at least three or four hundred pounds, with a hemp rope tied to its left hind leg. It charged forward with saliva spitting from its mouth.

"Grab it! Grab it!"

Several servants chased out from inside, and the big man in the front holding a machete shouted loudly.

Seeing this, Jiang Qiyu quickly stepped forward, trying to block the black pig.

This is a fat pig that the Liu family has raised for a year. She had fed it pig food a few days ago.

But before she could pounce on it, Wu Fengdeng reached out and pulled it back, then took a step forward and kicked the black pig hard in the belly.

Boom!
meier~~~
The black pig screamed instantly, and its heavy body rose from the ground, flew backwards for more than ten meters, and then crashed into the stone lion, flapping its four legs and screaming.

The servants froze in place for a moment, especially the big man with a knife in the front, who looked stunned. He then quickly stepped forward and stabbed the knife in.

puff!
Blood splattered on the ground, and the black pig slowly became motionless.

The world became eerily quiet, and the servants stared at Wu Fengdeng in a daze.

None of them could hold down the black pig that weighed nearly 400 pounds, but he just kicked it away?
If they kicked like this, it would be strange if the sole of my foot didn't break.

The one who can have such strength must be... a warrior!
(End of this chapter)