Film and Television: Starting from the Journey to Guandong

Chapter 63: Don’t even think about getting in (two-in-one, please read it)

(The previous chapter was blocked, so there is some repetition at the beginning of this chapter. Friends who have read it, please forgive me~)

After laughing enough, Zhu Chuanren continued to ask:

"So you didn't put up a fight that day?"

The old one-armed man stopped laughing and sighed:

"That day, the way I looked at you was like looking at a tiger. You can eat people. Someone has a gun in his hand. We can't fight. Instead of killing more people, it's better to surrender!"

These words were not adulterated. Zhu Chuanren asked coldly:
"It's been 40 years since you left your hometown, right? Do you think about it?"

The old one-armed man's face turned cold again:

"My relatives in my hometown were killed by the officers and soldiers. I no longer have a hometown. This forest is my home."

"Well, judging from the accent, Red Turban is also from Caozhou. Are you fellow villagers?"

The old one-armed man nodded and remained silent, acquiescing.

Zhu Chuanren asked:
"Why did a girl like her come to Shanchang?"

The old one-armed man said helplessly:

"Oh, they are all poor people who have traveled to Guandong. Who doesn't have a sad old story? Don't expose their scars!"

Zhu Chuanren suddenly emphasized his tone:
"I would like to know."

Lao Yizu was stunned. He had been chatting happily just now and almost forgot that the two of them were now in a subordinate relationship.

I couldn't help but smile bitterly:
"I won't say it anymore. I'll ask you later, but why are you interested in her?"

The old one-armed man had a very active mind and asked and answered himself:
"I see. She has a crush on your brother, right? Your brother is also fascinated by her? That's right. How can a boy who has never seen a woman stand up to this?"

After muttering, the old man stood up, closed his leather jacket, and said sincerely:

"Red Turban is also a poor person. Spare her life if possible. Believe me, she will be of great use to you!"

Zhu Chuanren was stunned:

"what do you mean?"

"Although I feel sorry for her, life is better than death. My child, I can see that you are going to take a domineering path. You are bound to offend many people along the way. It's just a beard, but those who hold great power You can’t afford to offend someone who has a red headscarf, and she can help you.”

Zhu Chuanren understood what the old one-armed man meant. Sure enough, this man was a treacherous old man. The people's hearts were darkened, and Zhu Chuanren was ashamed of himself.

However, Lao Yiju's suggestion was indeed good, and Zhu Chuanren decided to adopt it.

He said goodbye to Old One-Arm and walked down the mountain alone. Originally, he came here to convince Old One-Arm to go panning for gold with him. With such a leader, he could do other things with peace of mind.

But after chatting for a while, he realized that he wanted to keep it simple. Old One-Arm had his own persistence, and he would never leave this forest until he died, so he did not waste his words.

In the forest farm late at night in early spring, there were bursts of cold air in the silence.

Outside the wooden house where the red turban once lived, Zhu Chuanren noticed that there was a light in the wooden house. He hesitated and walked over, knocking the door gently.

"Who is it?" A red-turbaned voice came from inside.

"Me!" Zhu Chuanren said concisely and concisely.

Creak~ The wooden door opened, and seeing Zhu Chuanren outside, the red turban was stunned:
"you"

Her face began to turn pale, and she didn't know what she thought of.

Looking at her like that, he knew that she was thinking wrongly. Zhu Chuanren laughed and said:
"Don't worry. I originally wanted to kill you. Just now, Old One-Armed asked me to keep you. It might be of great use. I saw the light in your room and came over to ask. Is that convenient?"

In just ten seconds, the red scarf felt as if he had experienced his entire life.

He breathed a sigh of relief and turned sideways to let Zhu Chuanren in.

Usually only Red Scarf lives in this house. Now she lives down the mountain. She hasn't been back for a while, so the house is a little deserted.

But she still had the stove burning, so she didn't feel cold at all.

"Why did you come back to live today?" Zhu Chuanren looked around and asked directly sitting on the kang.

"It's nothing, I just want to come back and have a look. I don't know when I want to come back in the future." The red scarf stroked his hair uncomfortably.

"Well, sit down, don't be afraid, I won't kill you if I tell you not to."

The red scarf trembled and did not dare to sit down. He just stood there and didn't know what to say.

"Haha, someone who is usually so aggressive and has been in a crowd of men, why is he so afraid of death?" Zhu Chuanren said.

"It's better to die than to live. Who wants to die?" the red turban said softly.

"Well, so I promise you I won't kill you, what? Can't you believe my words?"

"No, no, I believe it!" The red scarf mustered up the courage to look into Zhu Chuanren's bottomless eyes.

"Don't rush to be happy yet, I have conditions."

The red turban smiled bitterly and took off the red cotton-padded jacket on his body, revealing his red bellyband and a pair of snow-white grapefruits trembling.

Zhu Chuanren didn't expect her to react like this. He was really stunned, and then his eyes were caught by the snow-white color.

I have never eaten meat in my life, and I am still in my prime of life, so my heart suddenly feels hot.

The red turban came to Zhu Chuanren tremblingly, grabbed one of Chuanren's hands, and his eyes slowly dripped with water:

"Come on, don't let Chuanwu know."

An hour later, Zhu Chuanren put on his clothes under the service of the red scarf, and said afterthought:

"No wonder the second child is so obsessed with you~"

The red scarf didn't say anything. He silently put on his bellyband and closed his leather jacket, with a complicated expression on his face:
"Don't let Chuanwu know."

This was the second time she said this. Zhu Chuanren laughed and said:

"Really like him?"

"Ok!"

"But you should know that I can't let you enter Lao Zhu's house."

"I know, I don't want anything else, just let me stay by his side."

"Not wronged?"

"My shabby body is not worthy of him. Why am I aggrieved?"

The red scarf's hair was a little disheveled, but she didn't bother to pay attention to it. Her eyes began to straighten, and she felt helpless.

"Actually, this is not my condition~" Zhu Chuanren put on his clothes and sat cross-legged on the kang.

The red turban looked puzzled:
"That's not it?"

"Yes, but you took off your clothes too quickly. When you get to that point, I won't be able to hold you back."

The red turban couldn't help but cursed:

"You bastard!"

Zhu Chuanren laughed loudly:
"I am indeed quite a bastard, but this is fine. It will completely kill your desire to marry into Lao Zhu's family."

The red turban's eyes were filled with tears, and he was so angry that he raised his hand to slap him.

As a result, Chuanren moved faster, pinched her throat, and slowly increased the pressure.

Fear, confusion, and all kinds of emotions flooded into his eyes, and the red scarf felt like he couldn't breathe.

The remaining blush on her pretty face turned purple.

Just when she thought Zhu Chuanren was not true to his words, suddenly, Zhu Chuanren's hand loosened, and she collapsed directly on the kang like a shadow puppet that had lost its support, covering her throat with both hands and sucking in air greedily.

For the rest of his life, the red turban could no longer muster the courage to resist Zhu Chuanren.

Zhu Chuanren whispered:

"Don't blame me. If you do, blame your bad luck. Try to help me in this life, and try to marry Chuanwu in the next life."

The red scarf's breathing stopped, and he let out a cry.

She hated that fate was unfair to her, hated Zhu Chuanren for being cruel and ruthless, and hated that she was unable to resist.

But if hatred were useful, there wouldn't be so many grievances in this world.

Zhu Chuanren admitted that the darkest part of his heart was brought out.

But so what, this world is a place where the weak prey on the strong, and no one sympathizes with the weak!
"Let's get down to business~"

He was talking about business, but he didn't stop with his hands. The red scarf didn't resist, just let him do whatever he wanted.

"Take good care of yourself. When we leave Laojingou, I will find a master for you to learn piano, chess, calligraphy, painting, poetry, and songs."

The red scarf couldn't help but raise his head:

"What do you want?"

"Work hard to learn the methods and techniques of serving men. Learn whatever they like. When I need it, go accompany them and get everything I need."

Zhu Chuanren finally revealed his purpose, which was what Lao Yiju reminded him.

Or he said that old people become adulterers. The cruelest thing to a woman came from the mouth of an old man.

Zhu Chuanren would definitely not admit that he thought so too. He was just going with the flow.

The red scarf bit his lip:

"Aren't you afraid that Chuanwu will know?"

"So what if he knows? Only in this way will he give up!"

"Are you so cruel to your own brother?" Zhu Chuanren sighed:
"If I had the choice, I wouldn't want it to be like this, but unfortunately, you were already dead before you met him, but you just got so close. This is the best way you can think of, what do you think?"

The red turban sneered coldly:
"Do I have a choice?"

"Be good, I won't treat you badly. You can have endless money and a luxurious life that others can't even imagine!"

The red scarf said indifferently:

"I'd like to ask, if I did as you asked, would you still touch me?"

Zhu Chuanren thought for a moment:

"I don't know, most likely not. I really couldn't hold it back today. You should be satisfied. After all, this is my first time."

After a pause, Zhu Chuanren suddenly said:

"But you reminded me, since I can't touch you in the future, I have to have enough fun today!"

The next morning, at dawn, Zhu Chuanren supported his old waist and walked down the mountain, muttering as he walked:
"This bitch definitely did it on purpose. She thought she could be freed by draining me dry? In her dream, I have been saving food for more than ten years. Is that all for nothing?"

He couldn't help but feel complacent when he thought of the red turban lying on the kang unable to get up.

This life is much better than the one in the last life. He became a groom five times in one night. If he told it, others would think he was bragging.

It's a pity that the only person who can testify to himself cannot say it, otherwise he would have to wear a red scarf and advertise it widely.

Backache is just backache, but Zhu Chuanren's way down the mountain was really fierce, just like a Siberian tiger that has won a battle, walking with the wind.

When he returned to his wooden house, he wanted to lie down and rest for a while, but Chuanwu suddenly rushed in.

"San'er, where were you last night?"

Seeing his anxious look, Zhu Chuanren felt a sense of guilt in his heart, which lasted less than three seconds and was forgotten.

"Oh, I chatted with Old One-Armed very late last night. It was dark and the mountain road was difficult to travel, so I lived on the mountain."

Chuanwu breathed a sigh of relief:

"I'm telling you, I can't find you anywhere, just be fine. By the way, did you see the red scarf?"

Hearing that Chuanwu was always thinking about the red scarf, Zhu Chuanren sighed slightly:
"Why is that woman always on your mind?"

Chuanwu scratched the back of his head:

"I don't know either. Anyway, I've been thinking about it since I haven't seen you for a moment, and I'm scratching my head."

"Looking like a loser!" Zhu Chuanren snorted coldly.

Immediately he said:
"Let me remind you one last time. It is impossible for a red scarf to enter the Zhu family's door. Do you understand?"

Zhu Chuanwu wanted to argue, but when he saw Gao Bin's unquestionable eyes, he immediately lost his temper and muttered:
"I see."

"Have you made the gas masks?"

"It's done. Lao Guozi has been busy all night and it's all done."

"That's good, organize the team and set off tomorrow!"

"How many people will you bring?"

"I will take 12 people to explore the road first, and you will take the people outside the forest to respond. Remember, you must not go in without receiving a signal!"

Zhu Chuanren was afraid that he would be impulsive, so he warned.

"But what if you never come out?"

"Then it proves that we are dead. Don't go in and waste your time. Take Jin Fu outside to pan for gold. When you think it's almost done, withdraw. Go back to Niugou and never come out again."

Zhu Chuanwu was anxious:

"How can that be done? I promised my mother that I must take you back."

"If you listen to your mother at home, you have to listen to me outside. If you don't obey orders, you can go back now!"

Zhu Chuanwu shook his head:
"No, I won't go. I'll just listen to you!"

Zhu Chuanren sighed with relief:
"Boy, you have to understand me. That place is very dangerous and people can really die."

"Then I'll go for you!"

"Fuck you, can you read a map? Or do you know how to lead a team?"

Zhu Chuanren said angrily:

"Okay, you go out, I have to have a good rest."

"Oh~"

Zhu Chuanwu was obeyed by Lao Sanzhi and had no temper at all.

...

Suddenly, Zhu Chuanren led the team to set off in high spirits.

Zhu Chuanwu led another team to respond outside the dense forest.

At the same time, they left 20 people to guard Jin Fu.

As a result, the team of 50 people is a bit stretched.

However, with the current strength of the Zhu family, raising these 50 people is already the limit. Any more will mean resting on one's laurels, which Zhu Chuanren will never allow.

Walking up the river and into the forest, the ups and downs of the river are difficult to navigate, but so far, I haven't seen the miasma Zhu Kaishan talked about.

Because the road was difficult, we walked for a whole day and night looking at the nearby places.

Not sure if it was an illusion, but Zhu Chuanren felt that the weather had changed a lot. It was still sunny when he set out yesterday, and the sky was full of stars at night.

As a result, at dawn, there were heavy clouds overhead, foggy ahead, and the temperature was several degrees lower than outside.

Zhu Chuanren controlled the marching speed, and his furrowed brows proved that he was not mentally stable.

Chuanwu asked from behind:

"San'er, I feel something is wrong."

Something was wrong. The surrounding trees were far less dense than on the road. The further you walked in, the more dead and withered trees there were on the road, as well as many skeletons.

Zhu Chuanren stood still and looked ahead with a solemn expression. At this time, the visibility was pretty good. At least the area 80 meters ahead could be seen clearly.

"We can't leave!" He muttered in his mind, and raised his right fist to signal the team to stop.

"Second brother, it's right here. You guys are here to take care of us. We'll walk the rest of the way on our own."

Chuanwu couldn't help but say:
"Why don't you go any further? You see, the visibility is not bad."

After more than a year of training, Chuanwu also learned a lot of fashionable vocabulary.

"No, we can't go any further. There is probably a miasma area ahead."

The temperature at this time should only be about three to four degrees, and there was no sunlight, so it felt very cold, and goosebumps appeared on the skin under the leather jacket.

After saying that, Chuanren turned around and said:

"The first team will follow me, and the second team will stay behind to take care of me."

Soon, the team behind him divided into two groups. One group of 12 people followed Zhu Chuanren and slowly moved forward under the concerned eyes of the brothers.

This trip had quite the aura of writing about Yi Shuihan, and the atmosphere was inexplicably tragic. Those who didn't know it thought they were going to die.

But in Zhu Chuanren's mind, a few people might really die in this operation.

He was mentally prepared and just hoped this wouldn't happen.

Including Zhu Chuanren, a total of 13 people gradually disappeared into the fog. Zhu Chuanwu jumped up and looked around until the last figure disappeared without a trace. Then he gave up unwillingly and said to the brothers behind him:

"Set up camp and wait for the third young master to come back."

"Yes!"

At this time, Lao Tan came to Chuan Wu.

Zhu Chuanren arranged this deliberately. Lao Tan was old, stable, and capable. When he was away, only Lao Tan could suppress Chuan Wu.

If it were anyone else, this stupid young man might have done something impulsive again.

"Second Young Master, don't worry. Have faith in Third Young Master. He will definitely come back with all his brothers."

Chuanwu shook his head:

"You don't know, this is the first time I've seen San'er so nervous, and he doesn't know what he's doing."

Lao Tan's tone paused:
"But he is the third young master. I believe he can create miracles."

"Hopefully."

Chuanwu took a deep breath and said no more. He turned around and set up a tent with his brothers, trying to distract himself through work.

On Zhu Chuanren's side, they were moving at a slow pace, but as the fog became thicker and thicker, even a person with his physical fitness felt that he could not breathe easily, and he finally realized that something was wrong.

Miasma and fog mixed together?

not good!

"Wear a gas mask!" Gao Bin quickly took out the mask from behind and put it on, and the brothers behind him followed suit.

The gas mask will inevitably hinder breathing and narrow the field of vision, but this sacrifice is necessary to avoid inhaling the toxic miasma.

He didn't rush forward and took out the map Zhu Kaishan gave him to study it.

In fact, he has studied this map many times. He doesn't need to look at it, he just has it in his mind.

(End of this chapter)