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Chapter 90 Look at the rolling pin
"Xiao Luo is more powerful than Wu Song because he doesn't drink alcohol. He is brave when he drinks. Besides, he is still young while Wu Song is a middle-aged man and he is still a child."

"Why do you always think about drinking? The food for your family is brought by Xiao Luo!"

"Is it not okay for me to just think about it?"

"The wind is blowing fiercely on Jingyang Ridge, and the sky is covered with dark clouds, obscuring the sunlight.

The river is filled with red maple leaves, and the ground is covered with yellow grass buds.

The evening glow hangs over the forest and the cold mist fills the sky.

Suddenly, there was a loud thunder and the king of beasts flew out from the mountainside.

The elks at the entrance of the valley are all running around with their heads raised and their teeth and claws showing off.

Foxes and rabbits in the mountains are hiding, deer and monkeys in the stream are frightened and panicked. . . . . . "

Originally, the discussion was about tigers, but soon the topic went off track, with someone even bringing up the poem written by Wu Song when he slew the tiger on Jingyang Ridge in the Water Margin.

"Alright, Liu Laoer, you can't even read a single word and can't even remember where you are when you go out, but you remember what the storyteller said better than anyone else! Hurry up and help get these prey back. Xiao Luo hasn't been home for many days, and his family is still looking for him!"

Uncle Liu spoke up helplessly to stop everyone from laughing and started to arrange work.

"Uncle Da Kui, I can't afford to go to school because my family is poor. Otherwise, I might be an official in the city now."

The person being scolded muttered quietly.

"Come on, forget it. You want to be an official when you can barely get on the kang? Get moving, move back home, have some food, harness the cart and go into the city. Oh, and someone, bring out all those musical instruments you used in the past. This is a tiger. In ancient times, anyone who killed a tiger with bare hands was a hero and would be rewarded by the government. Today, Xiao Luo also killed a tiger with his bare hands, eliminating the hidden danger for us. So we can't keep a low profile and send Xiao Luo back to the city in a grand manner so that the people of the capital can see what this tiger-killing hero looks like!"

Uncle Liu waved his fist and spoke in a loud and powerful voice.

"Uncle Da Kui's idea is good. A hero who fights tigers should act like a hero. I will find out what happened when I get back."

Everyone nodded in agreement.

"Uncle Liu, just keep a low profile!"

"What do you mean by low-key? We have done heroic things, so we must act like heroes. Leave it to me, and you just wait to go back home in glory!"

Forget it, all my affairs have been arranged clearly. I might as well be high-profile. Being high-profile has its benefits. It doesn't matter. Anyway, I have a golden finger. I can go out and have fun however I want. No one can find me.

Just like that, after eating, the ox cart was pulled out, the tiger was put on the cart, and the big drum was beaten. Wang Luo walked into the city with a big red flower made by someone and stood in the most conspicuous position. He didn't need to pedal the tricycle, and the hero was only responsible for the scenery at this moment.

That thing made the whole place sound like gongs and drums, firecrackers, red flags waving, and there were huge crowds of people. Originally, everyone liked to watch the fun. Usually, if they hunted some prey, such as a wild boar, they would just gather around to watch the novelty, or try to get some meat to eat.

But this time it was different, someone actually killed a white-browed tiger with bare hands. The aesthetic taste of people in that era was normal. What men wanted was to be strong and brave, not the popular men in later generations who wore heavy makeup, dressed in androgynous styles, ate canned yellow peaches and still shouted "so cool". They were absolutely real heroes.

So all you could see was people piled high up on each other's shoulders, making a lot of noise, filling the streets and alleys, all coming to see the tiger, to see Wang Luo, the tiger-killing hero. They were surrounding him in three layers inside and outside, and more and more people got the news and came to the roadside with their families to watch the fun.

Wang Luo was only responsible for wearing a big red flower, standing on the ox cart and bowing to the onlookers to express his gratitude.

"Sister-in-law Zhuzi, Sister-in-law Zhuzi, I saw Xiao Luo, Xiao Luo is back, hey!"

Yan Jiecheng rushed into Sha Zhu's house in the middle courtyard in a hurry and started shouting at people from a distance. On the way, he accidentally tripped over the stairs and almost fell.

"What? Jie Cheng, you saw Xiao Luo, where is he?"

Liu Yue took a step forward, and with one hand, he helped Yan Jiecheng up, and asked anxiously.

Sha Zhu also hurried out from the inner room, patted Liu Yue on the shoulder, and signaled him to stay calm.

"This morning I was planning to go to the countryside to get some food, but not far from the city, I heard someone shouting, "Look at this tiger-killing hero." Someone was saying that someone had killed a tiger with his bare hands. When I heard about this, I quickly followed him. I didn't expect that this so-called tiger-killing hero was actually Xiao Luo.

"I wanted to talk to him, but there were too many people watching the fun, and I couldn't squeeze in. At this moment, he was wearing a big red flower, sitting in a bullock cart, and taking the tiger into the city with the farewell of the villagers! I hurried back to report the news!" Yan Jiecheng told him everything he saw and heard in one breath.

"As long as people are alive, that's all!"

After hearing what Yan Jiecheng said, Liu Yue relaxed all of a sudden and collapsed immediately. Fortunately, Sha Zhu supported her from behind.

She was really scared of what she would hear or see about Wang Luo's body. They were all people from the war years, and she had lost all her close relatives. Now, with the help of her uncles and aunts, she had finally moved to the city, got a job, and got married. In her heart, Wang Luo, this non-blood-related brother, was like her own brother.

She was so worried about her brother's inexplicable disappearance, but fortunately he is back alive, so she can finally put her mind at ease.

"Okay, okay, now that we've found the person, don't worry. If he was in the city, it would be easy. We would have run into him eventually. But he didn't tell us where to go. Looking for him is like looking for a needle in a haystack. Hey, wife, what are you doing with a rolling pin?"

Sha Zhu was still worried about Liu Yue and was trying to find a way to comfort her, but he saw Liu Yue get up from Sha Zhu's arms, wiped the tears from her face, and rushed out with a rolling pin, looking like a typical tomboy.

"This little bastard has made me so worried. I will teach him a lesson when I see him. Otherwise, he won't know who is the sister and who is the brother!"

Liu Yue said angrily.

"It's already this late, why are you still worrying about these things? It's enough for him to come back safely. So, Jie Cheng, can you please go to the military compound again and tell the sentry that Wang Luo has been found, and ask them not to worry too much. Wife, come on, I'll take you to pick him up, and we'll talk about everything after we see him."

Sha Zhu was a man after all, not as sentimental as Liu Yue. He immediately took out fifty cents from his pocket and handed it to Yan Jiecheng, then pulled Liu Yue out.

"Well, Brother Zhuzi, I don't want this money. Later, you can ask Xiao Luo to give us some pork. I saw him kill several wild boars, hehe!"

As expected of a child of the Yan family, he has been calculating since he was young. What can he get with just fifty cents? Without a ticket, he can't buy anything. But with this information, when Wang Luo comes back, he will guarantee that the price of pork he gives him will be much higher than fifty cents.

"You are a calculating kid, you are worthy of being the Third Uncle's child. Okay, I'll take charge of this matter. I'll let Xiao Luo give your family some pork later!"

"Okay, thank you Brother Zhuzi, thank you Sister Zhuzi, I will go to the military compound to report the news now!"

As long as there is a reward, there is motivation. Without saying a word, Yan Jiecheng turned around and ran away.

At this time, everyone in the yard knew that Wang Luo had received the letter, and they all came out to inquire. No matter what the conflicts were, fighting or quarreling, when it came to serious matters, everyone would show some concern. Even Jia Zhang, the most unreasonable person, although she didn't say anything, came out to take a look, because she had a grandson of her own, and this was the way of the world.

Sha Zhu said something casually, then hurriedly took Liu Yue out.

"Oh, thank you for being so polite. It's nothing, it's just a tiger. Don't push, don't push, just keep an eye on your child!"

At this moment, Wang Luo was happily shaking hands with the onlookers one by one. After all, he was now a tiger-fighting hero, and everyone was so enthusiastic, making him look like those unknown 18th-tier celebrities in later generations who bought their own fans to pick them up at the airport. Of course, he was only like those celebrities in appearance, his inner qualities were incomparable to those celebrities. Forget about asking those celebrities to fight a tiger with bare hands, it would be difficult for you to ask them to kill a chicken.

"Ok?"

After he shook hands with one of them, he did not pull his hand away, but was grabbed hard by the other person. Fortunately, he was strong, otherwise he would have been pulled off the ox cart.

"Little bastard, don't be so proud, look who I am talking to!"

At this time, the person who shook hands spoke, and the voice sounded familiar. He turned around and called out: "Sister Yueyue, hehe!"

"You little bastard, you deserve a beating. Look at the rolling pin!"

Without saying a word, Liu Yue used his strength to swiftly climb onto the ox cart and swung the rolling pin towards Wang Luo's butt.

Now, Wang Luo was running in front and Liu Yue was chasing him with a rolling pin. When the onlookers learned that the tiger-fighting hero who had just stood on the ox cart with such majesty and was admired by everyone was beaten by his own sister, the scene became even more lively. Everyone was laughing and watching the fun. What a tiger-fighting hero, but in the end he was just a little kid chased by his own family.

Now Wang Luo became famous in the capital. Since ancient times, heroes who killed tigers have been remembered by everyone, but the tiger-killing hero who was beaten by a rolling pin and fled away in fear is even more firmly remembered by everyone, the kind that will never be forgotten for a lifetime.

Originally, Sister Liu Yue had a nickname called "Mother Tiger" to describe her ferocity. This time she showed up in front of the common people in the capital and was given a new nickname, "Tiger Race", because a tiger would be beaten to death by Wang Luo with his bare hands, but Liu Yue, who was more powerful than a tiger, had to hide from Wang Luo, the tiger-fighting hero.

"I didn't expect that the so-called tiger-fighting hero was actually the kid from Wang Zhonghua's family. Just like your father, he was already carrying a gun and fighting in wars when he was your age. It must be a family tradition, haha!"

After being taught a lesson by Liu Yue, he finally entered the city. The senior leaders had also received news of such a big event, so they came to see this tiger-fighting hero who was comparable to Wu Song. When they learned that he was the son of an acquaintance, they were even more enthusiastic!
(End of this chapter)