As soon as Leo leaned into the tent, he was forced out by the disgusting stench inside. The strong smell of greasy hair, smelly feet, mold and decay almost suffocated Leo. This is worse than a doghouse! What a rat hole! Leo's face was distorted by the suffocation. Even with the protection of the original owner, the stench on his body was already approaching his limit. He didn't expect the place he lived in to be so horrible. Throwing out all the smelly furs in the tent, Leo rummaged through them and picked out two snow bear skins, large and small. Only these two furs were still intact. Leo tossed the small snow bear skin to the little mouse and beckoned, "Follow me!" Seeing that he didn't move, Leo reached out and grabbed the back of his neck, lifted him up easily, and carried him to the riverbank. It was noon and the sun was shining brightly, adding a bit of warmth to this chilly winter day. Leo found a leeward spot behind a boulder, threw the snow bear skin into the water, and after a few steps, he saw dirty water overflowing from it. A layer of colorful oil floated on the water surface, and he couldn't help but marvel at it.
After untying the brace on his left hand and taking off his clothes with great effort, Leo glanced at the little mouse standing beside him in a daze and said, "Come and help!" The little mouse walked forward and helped Leo take off his clothes. Standing naked in the river, Leo shivered and picked up a rag to scoop water and wiped his thighs a few times. Watching the black sewage on his body constantly spreading in the water and his black skin color obviously becoming lighter, Leo felt an inexplicable sense of comfort. "When was the last time you took a shower?" Well, it’s not in the original owner’s memory fragments at all. Leo, who was unable to move, sat on a stone in the water, threw a rag to the little mouse, and promised: "Come and wipe grandpa's back. If you do a good job, I will give you a piece of black bread." When the little mouse heard the word "black bread", his eyes brightened up. He jumped into the water, picked up the rag and started wiping Leo's back vigorously. His pants were soaked in water, and the thick layer of dry mud on them was melted by the water and fell off as mud. From the original owner Leo’s childhood experience, we know that this thick layer of mud is a warming device for the little mouse. After all, that thin clothes can’t keep out the cold wind at all. Maybe after taking a bath, the little mouse will take advantage of the sunshine and roll in the mud in a mud puddle. After wiping for a few minutes, the little mouse was out of breath and his hands and feet were weak. Leo looked at his reflection in the water: golden hair, angular face, well-proportioned muscles, and the typical figure of a northern barbarian. Although he is only seventeen years old, he can already be called a strong man. Although the original owner grew up in the wild, he was strong and "hardworking" enough. If anyone has something delicious, he would come to their house as soon as he smells it, and no piece of bacon can be hidden until spring. The woods outside the village were filled with pits he dug, and the nearby rats and rabbits were on the verge of extinction. The food chain was broken and large wild animals were forced to move and migrate. When it comes to the amount of meat he eats, he ranks second in the village and no one dares to claim to be first.
Looking at the wet little mouse dripping with black mud in the water, Leo said disdainfully: "You should take a bath too. You are so black and smelly. Wash your clothes while the sun is strong." The little mouse was stunned and motionless. "A real man should not be afraid of the cold. Just jump into the water and you will be warm!" “…” "Take off your clothes!" Leo threatened impatiently, "Or you won't have any bread to eat!" The little mouse then slowly took off his tattered clothes, whose original color could no longer be seen. Underneath was a yellowed silk pajamas. After taking off their pajamas, the two stood naked facing each other, their muscular bodies and bony bodies forming a sharp contrast. Leo flexed his arms, showing off his biceps, and said proudly: "I tell you, I can beat a hundred people like you..." As he was talking, he was stunned and asked, "Where is your little dick?" He quickly grabbed the snow bear skin on the shore, wrapped the little mouse up, and asked, "Where's your penis?" Then he came to his senses and realized how stupid he had to be to ask such a question. The little mouse was still in a daze. After Leo carried her to the shore, she asked weakly in a low voice: "Can you give the bread back?" … Leo returned to the camp with the little mouse under one arm, found Olivia who was busy, scratched his head and asked innocently: "Can you boil some water for me?" "What are you doing?" Olivia approached Leo in confusion, sniffed her little nose, and nodded with satisfaction: "Aren't you done washing?" "This little girl hasn't taken a shower yet. I'm afraid she'll freeze to death if she takes a shower with cold water." "Hmph, you provide people with food, shelter and hot showers. You really serve them well!" Olivia snorted softly, turned her head away from him, and pulled the little mouse towards the tent on the side. The little mouse obviously knew Olivia. Holding her hand, he quickly leaned over to show his goodwill, but she let go of his hand without leaving a trace and distanced him from her. The neglected little mouse didn't care at all and followed the mouse into the tent obediently. Leo couldn't follow him in, so he could only go to Uncle Uliyan's tent on the other side. As the leader of the convoy, Uliyan has the largest tent in the entire convoy. There were even compartments in the tent. In addition to the inner room for sleeping, there was a round table in the outer room with a map nailed on it with a dagger, and a circle of people gathered around it. Uliyan was arranging things, and several main leaders of the convoy were listening attentively on the side. The person whose name was called stood up and answered yes. No one raised any doubts during the whole process, and it felt like the atmosphere of a military meeting. Uliyan, a retired imperial soldier who returned home, successfully won the hearts of everyone in a year with his knowledge and judgment that far exceeded those of ordinary villagers, and became the one who had the final say in the village. Even from the perspective of a time traveler, Uliyang's series of actions are admirable, making people suspect that he is the real protagonist. Uliyang, who had just returned home, found out the current situation and circumstances of the village. He immediately used all his savings to purchase food, recruit militiamen, and forge weapons. In a short time, he gathered a militia of about 50 people. After several months of fattening and training, they were led to clear out and expel surrounding wild beast nests and alien tribes, expanding the village's living space.
He also successfully persuaded a small caravan to modify the trade route, taking an extra day to pass through his village, and sell the furs, ivory and herbs stockpiled in the village. Unfortunately, the small village, which had only enjoyed a few days of good days, was immediately invaded by a group of orc scouts when it seemed to be thriving. After a period of resistance, many surrounding villages were reduced to ruins, and Uliyan knew that it was meaningless to hold on. He decisively gathered refugees and expanded the militia. At the same time, he used his connections from his ten years in the army to barely get a pioneer certificate. Then, at a considerable cost, they wiped out a wolf den and successfully hunted a group of bison, all of which they turned into dry food and cold-proof tents. Finally, a fire burned down the village and everyone began to migrate. Before setting fire to the village, he had sent people to the town many times to ask for help from the knight lord to whom his village belonged, but of course he received no response. When a caravan of refugees whose "homes were destroyed by orcs" appeared outside the town, the knight blocked them outside the town with a look of disgust, threw a cart of bran on them and left them to fend for themselves. The refugees with "no way out" can only continue to migrate south to the beautiful new home described by Ulyanov.
