Martial: I Started The Technological Revolution In Ancient Times

The fishy smell was too strong.    

Xiao Yun only took a bite before putting down his chopsticks.    

He placed his gaze on the bear paw.    

It was a black bear with four claws, but only its right claw was the essence.    

Now that the right claw was in front of him, he didn't remove the fur. He simply cleaned the blood and placed it on a wooden tray, as if it was a gift.    

It was a gift.    

The black bear's claws symbolized courage and strength in this village.    

As long as he hung it on the doorframe of his house, he would be respected by the villagers.    

It had been a rule for many years, since ancient times.    

Didn't they know that this thing was delicious?    

No, impossible!    

Once they encountered the Desolate Year, not even the bark would remain. Humans could eat people, so how could they leave such a large piece of meat on the black bear's body and not eat it?    

Those who had eaten before would naturally know how delicious it was.    

They knew, but they didn't eat it.    

The chances of hunting a black bear were very, very small.    

Only one bear paw was even rarer.    

This one bear paw could not raise a family.    

But it could destroy the entire village.    

To whom? To whom?    

This kind of village that valued face even more than the heavens, the significance of a bear paw was even more serious than what people imagined.    

So it became a totem symbol like a tribute.    

And it wouldn't be eaten.    

Now, it was given to Xiao Yun. It had never been processed before. It was given to him.    

His intention was obvious.    

If Xiao Yun knew what to do, he could bring it back with him.    

If he didn't know, just treating it as a good gift was also not bad.    

This was a way for a group of villagers to express goodwill.    

Xiao Yun very naturally accepted this kind of goodwill.    

At the same time, he also had a certain change of view towards this village.    

Sometimes, the ways of the world in a small village often contained a lot of principles.    

Because the relationship between people was more direct.    

The little girl who gave him the gift.    

It was especially interesting.    

The shy guy, however, knew etiquette. He was also very efficient when doing work. The villagers were very friendly to her.    

Moreover, when it came to entertaining guests, it was always the kind of person in the village who was the most capable and lively.    

In short, she gave Xiao Yun the feeling that she was not ordinary.    

Looking at her work, clothing, expression and behavior, along with the overall atmosphere of the village, they complemented each other.    

However, Xiao Yun felt that she was so out of place with the village!    

An indescribable feeling.    

There was not even a single detail that could be corroborated.    

The little girl spoke very little.    

It wasn't worthy of her name.    

Gua.    

When one heard this name, it would always make one think that it was noisy or a little silly.    

But she was very smart. Although she was very quiet, she was very smart.    

Xiao Yun liked Gua very much.    

The villagers also saw it.    

Xiao Yun had never left the carriage. It was because of Gua's invitation that he really came down and had a meal in the yard.    

The villagers were honest and honest.    

But they were not stupid.    

The moment they saw Xiao Yun come out, the spirits of the hundred or so people immediately changed. Their actions were cautious and cautious, and they were vigilant of their surroundings.    

Instead of saying that they were protecting him, it was more like a form of respect.    

They could imagine that this was a great figure, a great figure.    

To be able to see him was already considered lucky.    

The villagers naturally maintained sufficient respect.    

Only Gua could walk closer to him.    

When the village chief saw this, he had an idea.    

He wanted to find a group of people in the village who could talk.    

"That person seems to like Gua very much."    

"Yes, yes, that person never gets out of the car. His feet don't touch the sand, but Gua went to invite him, and he happily got down. It seems that he really likes her."    

The village head nodded and continued, "Since the person likes it, why not give Gua to the person and become a servant in the high wall courtyard. It is also better than spending the rest of the day in this ravine."    

"What the village chief said makes sense!"    

Someone echoed.    

Naturally, there were also people who opposed it.    

"No! Didn't this mean that they were selling him? Don't think that we don't know what you're thinking. Hmph!"    

The village chief sighed and said, "I do have my own selfish motives. For those kind of people, as long as he leaks something from between his fingers, he will be able to completely change the appearance of our village. If we can live a good life, isn't it worth it? "    

"What's worth it? Who knows what kind of disposition that benefactor has? You are pushing Gua into a fire pit! "    

" Aiya... "    

The two of them started to argue.    

One of them stood up and spread out his hands. "We are having a lively conversation here. Why don't you ask them what they are thinking? Furthermore, Gua's father is not dead yet. If she wants to give someone else's daughter away, her father must agree, right?"    

"Hmph!"    

The village chief curled his lips and said, "I can make the decision on this matter!"    

Although he said so, there were still many people who disagreed.    

The matter immediately froze here.    

At this moment, there was a commotion at the entrance of the village.    

The village chief was stunned for a moment. Then, he stood up abruptly and said, "I'm afraid that those livestock have returned. Don't offend the benefactor!"    

After saying that, he ran out of the door without even putting on his jacket.    

Outside, he saw some people gathered at the entrance of the village, blocking the group of people. They were about to make a move in an instant.    

"Wait! Wait! Stop them with your knife!"    

The village chief hurriedly shouted and rushed to the middle of the two groups of people. He begged, "Ladies and gentlemen, these are a few muddle-headed people in our village. If they have a place to crash, please consider that they are from the same village. Spare them."    

The one who stopped them was from Molan Country.    

They turned around and looked at Old Man Ma, waiting for him to make a decision.    

Actually, they had already made preparations when they entered the village.    

If the villagers were disobedient, they might start a massacre!    

After all, they were from different countries.    

In the barbaric world, there was no such thing as a humanitarian.    

And these people who suddenly walked in.    

It still shocked the people of Molan Country.    

These people, they knew each other.    

Not long ago, they had killed a group of thieves.    

And these people in front of them were the ones who had escaped!    

Old Man Ma turned his head and looked at the village.    

The originally peaceful place immediately became a dragon's den and tiger's den!    

He gritted his teeth and raised his hand immediately.    

He almost shouted out the words "kill them all."    

However, he swallowed the words he was about to say.    

"No, this matter... I have to discuss it with Young Master."    

He muttered to himself, also giving an answer to the interrogator.    

One of the people from Molan Country looked to his left and right before moving closer. He said in a low voice, "Well... I don't know if I should say it or not. This... If I have to ask Young Master Xiao about everything, first of all, Young Master Xiao may not think highly of me. Second, it is not a good thing to always listen to him."    

The corners of Old Man Ma's eyes twitched.    

He stared blankly at the person who had asked the question.    

He had seen this person before.    

He was a member of the Capital City Guards and seemed to have some official position before.    

He did not know what he had done, but someone had brought him into the caravan.    

Old Man Ma's gaze became complicated.    

He was also conflicted.    

But he suddenly calmed down.    

No one could tell what he was thinking.    

"Oh, I got it."    

Old Man Ma nodded and said, "I will think about it. Huh? What are you doing?"    

He suddenly looked behind that person with a shocked expression.    

That person immediately turned his head to look...    

However, he only saw that there were no changes to the scene from before, and no one came close...    

Puff!    

Suddenly, there was a burning sensation on his back, and then he felt a chill all over his body.    

Then, he felt that all the strength in his body was instantly sucked clean by the strange contact of the cold and heat.    

He didn't even have the strength to breathe.    

Then... it was pain!    

He subconsciously lowered his head.    

He saw a knife tip coming out from his chest.    

He turned his head in shock.    

He saw the owner of the knife.    

As expected.    

It was Old Man Ma!    

Fresh blood flowed out from the wound, along the blade, all the way to the hilt. It was blocked by the pure copper gauntlet, and gradually gathered. It dripped from the edge of the gauntlet to the ground, and flowers bloomed.    

The man opened his mouth, but his face was filled with pain. He wanted to make a sound, but he couldn't.    

He discovered that it was impossible for his breath to flow in his throat.    

And then fear.    

But more importantly, he still didn't understand.    

He couldn't ask.    

Old Man Ma answered.    

"We are the ones in a dilemma. Should I kill you? I have also calculated. If I don't kill you... Just berating you and suppressing this matter... Will this work? I calculated for a moment, but it doesn't seem to work. If the words between you and me reach the young master's ears... [Sigh, he is a man who can't see the sand in his eyes...] There is no threat at all. Even if this matter was hidden, but in our hearts... This root has already been planted, and who knows how many people have the same thoughts as you. So even if I have to take ten thousand steps back, I still have to kill you. I can also borrow your head to make an example of you."    

Halfway through speaking the truth.    

That person was already lying on the ground, no longer breathing.    

However, Old Man Ma was still minding his own business as he spoke.    

As he spoke.    

Tears came out.    

He wiped them clean with all his might.    

Then, he carefully and rationally analyzed them over and over again, from general to subtle.