Farmers of Shu Han

Chapter 81 The Dead Man
The two carefully checked for a while, and then heaved a sigh of relief, "It's okay, just a little bruised. The little boy didn't lie. It can be seen that he came from a miserable person, and his body is strong." After rubbing the dog for a while, he released his hand and said, "Look, baby, can you move your arm?"

Gouzi tried to shake his arm, with a smile on his face, he bowed his hands in a salute: "Boy thanked the elder, it's not a big problem."

"I can't make it." One of the two is missing an arm, and the other has both hands, but the leg is probably broken and unconnected, and they walk with a limp, "Speaking of which, the old man and others are wrong. What is going on? It's really shameless to face that Feng Langjun and your grandmother A Weng."

There was a trace of loneliness on Gouzi's face, and he shook his head gently: "There are only the mother and the boy at home, and the rest of the relatives are gone."

Gouzi's words silenced the veterans.It took a while for the Scar veteran to step forward, gently stroked the dog's head, sighed, and scolded in a low voice, "This damn world!"

"God is still kind to the boy, although there are no other relatives, but after all, the boy met the master." Gouzi looked up, raised his head and smiled, "Now I live like a person, not like before. , not even a beast."

As soon as these words came out, several veterans raised their thumbs: "That's right, it's really emboldened."

"Wazi, tell this old man, as long as they become Zhuangzi, all children can read?" The old soldier with scars remembered what happened just now, bent down and asked eagerly.

"Not necessarily." The dog shook his head.

"Why don't you say it's not sure?" The Scar veteran became anxious, "Didn't you just say that the rules of the village are like this?"

"That was in the past." Gouzi smiled slyly and said with a wink, "Didn't a group of colleagues come a few days ago? Their children are not so lucky."

"Liaoren, Liaoren is also considered..." The veteran swordsman just said the beginning, as if he remembered something, sighed, did not go on, just asked again, "Then what is the rule now?"

"This kid doesn't know, you have to ask the master to find out." Gouzi shook his head, then bent over to salute, "Elders, please eat first, and the kid will come and clean up later."

After saying this, he took the baby behind him and left, leaving only the veterans looking at each other in dismay.

"This Zhuangzi, it's not easy."

Someone said something with emotion.

"Have you seen those little boys? The paths are all arranged in an orderly manner. That's all, I'm afraid they are stronger than the auxiliary soldiers in the line."

"Fuck! How many of the soldiers can get out of this ranks during this journey?"

"Don't be arrogant, come over to eat first." The Scar Veteran drank, "Didn't you just shout that you were hungry? Why don't you want to eat now?"

Everyone gathered around and prepared to eat.

"If we are like this, it can be considered a life for noble people, right?" Everyone looked straight at the round and white steamed bun, and some people gulped, "This can be regarded as three meals a day."

"This round cake is really fragrant, sweet and soft. I have never eaten such a delicious meal in my life!" The person who got the steamed bun couldn't wait to bite it down, chewing hard for a few mouthfuls, vaguely said.

On the contrary, the leading Scar veteran looked thoughtful, took a bite of the steamed bun, chewed it at will, and sighed softly.

"Brother Lu, isn't this kind of food to your taste?" The lame veteran who helped Gouzi rubbed his shoulders could understand and asked.

The knife-scar veteran smiled bitterly, looked at the steamed buns in his hand, and said, "Don't say we have never eaten such a good meal in our life, even when we were in the army, even the generals never saw them eat it, right? I was thinking, since Feng Zhuang is so good, what can we do to make others look good? If I can't think of it, I'm afraid I won't be able to eat it for long."

As soon as these words came out, everyone who was eating steamed buns involuntarily stopped.

"I've been rolling around on the battlefield for most of my life, fighting for my life with the King of Hell, what else can I do except to kill people with knives?" You still have to ask us who are short of arms and legs? You have to think about it, or you can't figure out what this master means, how can you stand firm?"

"Could it be that you are interested in our murderous kung fu?" Someone asked tentatively.

Veteran Scar's eyes lit up, slapped his thigh, and shouted, "Yeah!" Standing up and looking around, he urged again and again, "Move the food inside, don't let anyone listen."

A few people moved all the things into the cave with all their hands, leaving a person to stand guard at the entrance of the cave, and then they gathered together, and the old soldier with scars said in a low voice: "We have nothing but this murderous craftsmanship in our hands. I'm good at it. I'm guessing that in all likelihood, this master family is interested in our craftsmanship. I heard that those rich and noble families like to raise some dead men, do you think Feng Langjun thinks like this? "

"Do you mean to let us go to work for him?"

The lame veteran sneered: "In this world, apart from being born in a wealthy family, which one is not going to work hard? People like us can't even work as a woman as a woman, so I really want to let them be raised for nothing. with us?"

"The old lame is right. In this world of slugging balls, which one can't survive without working hard? If you don't die on the battlefield, you will have a big life. If you can live another day, you will earn an extra day. Since it's all about working hard , then it depends on whether the life is worth it. Let’s talk about it, it’s true, do you want to agree?”

Everyone was silent for a while, and then someone said jokingly: "Just these two round cakes, it must not work."

"And this cave..."

"Yes, yes, if you want to eat meat, you need to get two sets of clothes, right? The boots need to be leather..."

"Don't talk about these useless things. Let's talk about it first, if you really want us to die, do you want to agree?"

"Didn't Big Brother Lu just say it? We're in such a cheap life now that one extra day of living is an extra day's worth. As long as you can eat this round cake every day and add some meat, then it's worth dying."

Someone said nonchalantly.

"What do you say, old lame?"

The lame veteran took a bite of the steamed bun with white noodles, chewed it down, and said, "That depends on how Feng Langjun arranges those family members. They all promised those comrades who blocked the guns and arrows for us to take good care of their family members. If Feng Langjun really can make them eat, we will fight for this life, and it will be considered to die when we get to the bottom. My brother has an explanation."

"It makes sense." The scarred-faced veteran nodded and looked around at everyone, "We all escaped from the battlefield together. It's a life-threatening situation, and we can understand it. While things are still undecided, Come down, if you don’t want to do it, leave early, I won’t blame you. If you don’t leave now, you will shrink back in the future, hurt yourself, and hurt those comrades. Don’t blame me for being a brother. No sympathy."

No one said a word.

In the end, the scar-faced veteran said: "Okay, it seems that they are worthy of life and death brothers, this matter is settled."

"What if you don't want us to be dead soldiers?"

"You have donkey hair in your heart? Wouldn't it be a good thing not to be a dead man? Wouldn't it be a good thing to eat white flour round cakes to death?"

(End of this chapter)