Chapter 135: Revisiting the Past
Zhang Benchu reached out and touched the little head of the golden thread Gu, then touched its soft body, pulled the little guy out of the hole in the wall, and held it in his arms.
When Zhang Molan saw him holding the insect like a child, he couldn't help but twitch his lips.
However, Zhang Moyu felt a little itchy in his hands. Seeing that the insect was white and plump, it must feel great to hold it in his arms.
Zhang Benchu didn't notice their gazes. After bowing to Zhang Qiling, he returned to the team.
Zhang Benling had already solved the Bagua at this time, and the wall in front of him was lifted up with a rumble, but it got stuck halfway up.
The road behind the wall was blocked. Zhang Benling picked up a handful of mud blocking the road, looked at it carefully, and spoke to the people behind him.
"The soil is different, the texture is soft, and contains a lot of impurities. It should be caused by normal earthquakes or landslides."
This place is only about ten meters from the ground, so it's easy for them to dig out, but...
Zhang Qiling turned his gaze to Zhang Moyu. The two looked at each other and cast inquiring glances at each other.
Did you bring a shovel? ×2
There was silence between them. At this moment, both of them missed Hei Xia Zi who was far away in the capital.
In order to make money, a certain blind man can transform into a treasure chest. Anything needed for going into the tomb can be bought from him with money.
I originally thought that with their abilities, coupled with Zhang Moyu's familiarity with his own mechanism, it would never come to the point where they would need to dig a path with a shovel.
So in order to save space and bring more useful things, they decisively removed the shovel that took up space and was not very useful from the spare list.
It would be priceless to have known this earlier.
Without any suitable digging tools, Zhang Qiling hesitated for a moment and then pulled out the black gold ancient knife, ready to make use of it.
"Chief, there's no need to bother you. Have two men go back and remove a few coffin panels, and we'll do the digging."
Zhang Zhiyi saw his hesitation and made a suggestion.
Zhang Qiling immediately nodded at him, and the expression on his face relaxed a little.
It’s hard to find a good weapon these days, especially for someone like them who has extraordinary strength.
He still cherished his knife very much and took good care of it. He was really reluctant to use it to dig the soil.
After Zhang Qiling expressed his attitude, without waiting for his orders, Zhang Fenyu and Zhang Ben'an, who were at the end of the team, bowed to him and turned back to dismantle the coffin.
Each person held a coffin board and soon dug out a neat passage.
When I came out from underground, it was just getting dark.
Zhang Moyu quickly reviewed the distance they had traveled in his mind and confirmed their current location.
"Our car is in the southeast direction, about fifteen kilometers."
Zhang Qiling glanced in that direction, then looked at the people around him and said:
"Rest first."
These tribesmen have just woken up from their coffins, and I don’t know if they have adapted to the situation now.
People who are paralyzed in bed still need to undergo rehabilitation training after they recover. They have just woken up, so it is better not to do strenuous exercise.
Although Zhang Qiling was a little confused about how they survived, he did not have any extra curiosity and did not care whether they were immortal or not, so he did not ask.
He could see that Zhang Moyu seemed to have anticipated this, and all he needed to know was that Zhang Moyu would not harm him.
As soon as the order to rest was given, everyone who was originally standing next to him started moving, looking for their supposed positions.
There seemed to be a special tacit understanding among the Zhang family members. Without any communication, except for Zhang Benshan who was a little slow to realize it and Zhang Qiling who had never lived in the former Zhang family environment, everyone else thought at the same time that this ordinary order might be to let them take their positions.
The tasks they will be responsible for, the rights they will be allocated, and the responsibilities they will have to bear in the future will be different.
For the clan leader, the sooner he can figure out the civil and military schools, the closeness of the family, and his own wishes, the better.
As the person with the highest spiritual power and closest to the clan leader, Zhang Moyu stayed with Zhang Qiling, on the one hand to protect the clan leader, and on the other hand to facilitate the central coordination.
Zhang Molan took Zhang Fenyu, a thug from Wuzong, to investigate the surrounding situation and eliminate any danger.
Zhang Benchu entrusted the golden thread Gu in his arms to Zhang Moyu for care, and he and Zhang Benan went hunting in the surrounding area, preparing to bring back some wild game.
Zhang Zhixuan and Zhang Benling, who like to use their brains but have average skills, went to the nearby area to collect firewood and prepare to make a fire.
In the end, only Zhang Benshan was left. Seeing that everyone else had found work to do, he felt that it was not a good idea for him to just stand there, but he didn't know what else he could do.
His father is really something. He walked away so quickly without saying a word to him. Doesn’t he know that he looks stupid standing there?
He is not my biological father anymore!
Zhang Benshan habitually complained about his father who seemed to be busy with nothing all day long, then watched Zhang Moyu pick up a long branch, choose a relatively flat place, and start digging the open space.
His eyes lit up and he hurried over to help.
They swept aside the flammable fallen leaves and the like. Considering that there were several of them, Zhang Moyu made the fire a little bigger so that they could gather around it and barbecue.
With the help of Reiki, you can easily light a fire without a lighter or flint.
Soon, several people came back one after another. Zhang Benchu was carrying a deer that had been drained of blood, and Zhang Benan was holding two living pheasants in each hand. The larger one had bright feathers, while the other was gray and not as pretty. They were obviously a male and a female.
In her other hand she held a grass nest with five eggs in it.
It seems that the entire pheasant family has been caught in one fell swoop.
While Zhang Benling and the other man were collecting firewood, they also picked up a few herbs they were familiar with, which could be used as seasonings. Combined with the salt that Zhang Moyu brought with him, the barbecue tasted quite good.
The venison was cut into small pieces, skewered on branches, sprinkled with herbal crumbs and salt, and roasted over a fire.
During the breaks in the barbecue, the restless Zhang Molan began to look around, thinking about how to have some fun.
Seeing Zhang Moyu skewer the meat in his hand and hand it to Zhang Qiling naturally, a hint of interest flashed in his eyes and a wicked smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.
"Zhang Youjun, I never thought I'd see you so gently handing barbecue to the clan leader again. If clan leader Zhang Luoyi saw this, he would definitely cry."
Zhang Moyu's hand paused, and his mind suddenly recalled the shameful incident in which he gave the clan leader a laxative for some unspeakable things and was then hung up and beaten.
"I remember that it was you who handed over a skewer of barbecue. After Chief Zhang Luoyi ate it, he didn't show up for the whole day. That night, Elder Lan Yan hanged you on the big tree at the entrance of the clan..."
Before Zhang Molan could finish his words, Zhang Moyu threw the skewers of meat in his hand towards his face, interrupting him.
Zhang Molan caught the skewer with quick eyes and hands, avoiding the danger of disfigurement.
He was very happy after this joke.
In a good mood, Zhang Molan put the skewers on the fire to roast, and then cast a look with unknown malice at Zhang Zhiyi.
"Xiao Jinghe, Youjun passed away early. He didn't even know about your colorful life later on. It's such a pity."
Zhang Zhiyi turned his head stiffly and looked at Zhang Molan, having a bad feeling in his heart.
"I remember you loved researching thunder bombs. Once, you almost blew up the clan's land. Poor young master, the flower farm he had been cultivating was razed to the ground by your thunder."
What flower fields? Does he have flower fields?
Zhang Moyu was confused for a moment, then he remembered the large medicinal field he had cultivated with great difficulty...
Zhang Moyu: “!!!”
The sharp gaze instantly locked onto Zhang Zhiyi. Zhang Zhiyi subconsciously shook his hand and almost dropped the skewers in his hand into the fire.
Zhang Zhixuan, who had a good relationship with Zhang Zhiyi and had once helped him research blasting, carefully glanced at Zhang Moyu's expression and felt a sense of sympathy.
To be honest, he was primarily responsible for the disappearance of that large medicinal field.
Miscalculation of power is inevitable in the research process.
Zhang Zhiyi felt a little numb on her scalp when she was looked at by Zhang Moyu. Between embarrassment and being punished for the second time, Zhang Zhiyi chose embarrassment.
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