Who asked him to engage in military industry in the world of high martial arts?

Chapter 56 Don’t you mean recruiting? How did it become a robbery?

As he was on his way, the fat man covered his face with a cloth, looking like a robber in ancient times.

Sensing Shui Gen's confused gaze, Yang Heng explained:

"Didn't we offend a big shot? We can't be recognized by the family. It would be bad if the family is implicated."

"Anyway, the money was sent back."

Yang Heng is still very cautious.

However, the closer he got to his home, the more nervous he became.

"Boss, look." Yang Heng pointed to a house made of fences in front of him. It didn't even have a yard, and his voice was trembling.

"That's my home."

"How's it going? Does it look pretty shabby?"

"That old man is my father. He was seriously ill before and now he can no longer work. He can only do some manual work."

As Yang Heng said this, he squeezed towards several people.

Wuyiwuwu and Wuyi both knew that they squeezed him in the middle, and Shuigen also blocked him to prevent him from being recognized by his family.

Chen Yongying raised his head and glanced over.

It was a face that had experienced vicissitudes of life, dark and dark, and the effort that had been put into it could be seen at a glance. The face was filled with the bitterness of loess and hoe.

In previous lives, some people said that land can purify people, so they specifically farmed land from cities...

In fact, farming in rural areas can only produce a variety of diseases, and there is no way to get rich. You can only waste your life on the land, become poor, and finally die from the pain.

"Alas." Chen Yongying sighed.

And just when everyone was about to walk past the door of Yang Heng's room...

Suddenly, Father Yang suddenly spoke: "You guys...wait!"

In an instant, several people present froze.

"Is something wrong?" Chen Yongying turned around and asked.

His tone remained calm.

Father Yang's cloudy eyes flashed for a few times, and then he waved his hand: "No...it's okay, I recognized the wrong person, you can go."

It was normal not to recognize him. Yang Heng had not given up on becoming a warrior last year. He was not a fat man at that time.

But now, after giving up becoming a warrior, he has gained dozens of pounds and is naturally unrecognizable.

After walking out, Yang Heng couldn't hold back his tears for a while.

"Boss, this is really not me being pretentious...it's because my family doesn't know whether I am dead or alive..." Yang Heng wiped away his tears and pushed away Wubing who came to comfort him.

"Besides, I almost died before."

"When I was being chased by the Wild Wolf Gang, I was thinking, what would happen to my younger brothers and sisters if I died..."

"You grown man, why are you crying? What's there to cry about?" Chen Yongying asked in anger.

"You should have remitted the 10,000 yuan, right?"

Yang Heng nodded, and his emotions slowly calmed down: "Yes."

"Ten thousand yuan should be enough to raise several younger brothers and sisters."

"They don't have much money to spend, they just need some food."

For poor places, it really doesn't cost much to raise a baby. After the baby is born, he will be given food to eat, and when he grows up, he will be able to help with farm work. He is just afraid that the half-grown boy will eat me to death.

Finally, Yang Heng sighed: "Maybe I won't be able to go back in this life."

"I don't know what's going on in Jiangcheng now."

Chen Yongying patted his shoulder: "Don't worry."

"It won't be long."

Soon, several people arrived at Blacksmith Wang's home.

The situation in Wang Tiejiang's house is much better than that of Yang Heng's house. Although the place he lives in is relatively remote, at least his house is made of bricks and tiles, not yellow mud.

Obviously, being a blacksmith still makes more money than being a farmer.

They even have a yard!

At this time, there was an old drunkard sitting in the yard.

The drunkard was lying there with a bottle of liquor in his hand and pouring it into his mouth from time to time.

"Gudong!"

"Gudong!" The old drunkard drank and ate some pickles from time to time.

"Ha ha……"

"Hehehe..." Chen Yongying frowned: "That's Blacksmith Lao Wang?"

"Well, it should be. I passed by here once before, and he was like this at that time. His wife died early, leaving behind a son and a daughter. Now his son has inherited his mantle. It's pretty good." Yang Heng nodded.

Chen Yongying, on the other hand, grinned: "Does that mean there is no one at home?"

"No, if there was someone in his family, his daughter would not have been kidnapped. At that time, both father and son were at the blacksmith shop in the city." Yang Heng agreed.

"Then, if the bandits can go, I can go too!" Chen Yongying rushed forward.

Yang Heng: "???"

"Bang!"

Chen Yongying stepped forward and kicked the fence door hard.

then……

He didn't have enough strength to kick it away, but the rebound almost knocked him over.

Chen Yongying: "..."

He subconsciously prepared to climb over the fence, but finally looked at the water roots next to him.

"Boss, I'm coming!" Shui Gen rushed up directly.

There was a sound of "Bang!!!!"

The door to the courtyard was kicked open by Shui Gen.

In an instant, Wuyiwujia rushed in with a fire door gun, his eyes sharp and fierce.

For a moment, they really looked like bandits.

Yang Heng next to him: "????"

He was confused.

"You... who are you?" The old drunkard squinted his eyes, not vigilant at all, but looked around unsteadily.

"Close the door." Chen Yongying waved his hand.

"Yes!"

"Creak!" The door that had been kicked open was closed. Of course, the latch was broken, so we could only hold a bench against the hospital door temporarily. Then several people squatted down to prevent people from outside from seeing it.

"Drag it into the house." Chen Yongying waved his hand.

Afterwards, the old drunkard was dragged in, and the door to their house was closed so that no outsiders could notice him at all.

"What's your name?" Chen Yongying asked.

The old drunkard shook his head and said nothing. He was obviously completely drunk.

Chen Yongying exhaled slowly: "Wait!"

"Wait until he wakes up!"

……

"clang!"

"clang!"

"Dang!" Blacksmith Xiao Wang was tapping the sickle in his hand.

"Let's grind again tomorrow, it's getting dark soon..." He looked at the dim sky outside.

Since his sister was taken away, he has had less time to work because he has to go home to take care of his drunken father.

"Alas..." Blacksmith Xiao Wang sighed and went to buy two taels of pig head meat.

He walked back slowly, and people greeted him from time to time on the way.

After all, he is also a famous blacksmith nearby. The farm tools he makes are similar to those made by his father, they are easy to use and strong.

"Dad, I bought you some meat." Blacksmith Xiao Wang said as he opened the courtyard door.

However, he subconsciously felt something was wrong.

How could the courtyard door be pushed open today?

Dad usually stays at home alone and drinks alone with the door closed. He should be drunk by now. When he comes home, he usually climbs over the fence...

Suddenly, he had an unknown premonition in his heart.

Just when Blacksmith Xiao Wang was about to call for help.

A knife was held to his neck.

"Shh..."

"Don't talk, or your head will move." A cold voice came.

Blacksmith Wang subconsciously turned his head to look, only to see a man wearing a hijab, holding a sharp sword in his hand, standing behind the courtyard door to ambush him...

(End of this chapter)