Golden Fishing Village

The four dogs that rushed out were all golden, with drooping ears, four slender and powerful legs, and a short and thick tail. They were the golden shorthair, a special water hound produced in Hongyang. There was another golden shorthair behind the door. It seemed paralyzed and could only lie at the door and bark.

After these dogs ran out, they kept barking. Wolf Da and Wolf Er took the lead and rushed at them. The general also rushed, but not at the four dogs, but at Wolf Da and Wolf Er...

A tall man stood at the door of the wooden house, holding a gun in his hand, a double-barreled shotgun!

The black muzzle pointed at Ao Muyang and Yang Shuyong, which calmed them down immediately.

The situation was very chaotic. The chaos was that the general was fighting with Wolf Da and Wolf Er, while the four golden shorthairs belonging to the big man were fluttering around and barking, as if cheering...

What is this? ! Ao Muyang was confused!

Ao Fugui, who came out from behind the house, shouted: "General, you are an undercover agent!"

Ao Mudong shouted: "Bullshit, the general must have taken a fancy to these four little bitches. What kind of dog is this? How did you raise them, Longtou?"

The big man held the hunting rifle steadily with both hands and shouted: "Buzhundong! Buzhundong! Listen to me, tease Buzhundong!"

The barking of dogs, the howling of wolves and the roar of people mixed together, making the situation more and more chaotic.

The other party had dogs and guns, and he was in danger, so Ao Muyang raised his hand and said: "Friend, calm down, calm down! We are the surrounding villagers, the surrounding villagers, not bad people, calm down!"

"Buzhundong!" The big man shouted in a weird tone.

Ao Muyang pointed at everyone and said: "Don't move, be quiet."

The wolf and the wolf did not really fight with the general. After they mixed together and bit each other twice, they ran back to Ao Muyang with a mouthful of hair.

The big man's hands shook unconsciously after seeing the three of them, and Lao Ao's heart also shook: he knew that this double-barreled shotgun had little killing power at a distance of more than ten meters, but it was absolutely invincible in close combat within ten meters. One shot would turn both of them into sieves!

Fortunately, the big man's hands were very steady. Although he shook a little, he did not misfire.

Ao Muyang quickly glanced at the big man and found that his previous impression was wrong. This was not a big man, but a tall and strong old man with gray hair and beard. There were wrinkles on many parts of his face. He was probably sixty years old.

The old man was wearing a big robe, which was tattered on the outside and looked like two pieces of clothes put together. Some places were covered with animal skins, and some places had dark red marks - very much like dried blood!

Long Deshui said with trembling lips: "Old Yang and Xiao Ao, we didn't run into a fugitive who has been living in seclusion in the mountains for many years, did we?"

The old man understood what he said and turned around to give him a fierce look: "Are you here to catch him?"

Now even Ao Muyang's heart began to tremble: Is he really a fugitive? !

Being stared at, Long Deshui raised his hands without the courage to do so. He quickly said: "No, no, don't get me wrong, comrade, we are fishermen from the surrounding villages, just in front, there are some fishing villages in front, do you know? We are honest fishermen!"

The old man said sternly: "The number is full, Wo is a little bit immovable."

"I won't move either, and no one will move." Long Deshui nodded.

Yang Shuyong said impatiently: "Damn, you are mentally retarded, he said he didn't understand a little bit, not that he didn't move, he asked you to speak slowly."

After all, he had been a soldier, so he was more courageous.

Clearing his throat, Yang Shuyong took the initiative to speak in a slow voice: "Brother, we are not police, we are fishermen, we are not here to arrest you."

The old man did not show any emotion when he heard the word "police". He nodded and said: "What are you doing here?"

"I just came to wander around in the mountains." Yang Shuyong explained with a smile.

"Fox said!" The old man glared, "You're lying, Vairocana will cut your tongue, dig out your eyes, and expel you!"

Ao Muyang heard these two sentences, and they were quite fluent...

He heard the old man say 'Vairocana' again, and then looked at his dress and facial features, so he suddenly realized: "Ah, brother, are you a fellow Tibetan?"

The old man shook his head: "No, Woshi Zhabawa."

Thinking for a while, he said unhappily: "You Mendu Shuo Wo Men are Tibetans, Wo Men is an ancient Tibetan tribe, um, the ancient Tibetans are not Lao..."

"Dad, we belong to the Tibetans, and the Zhalong people are a branch of the Tibetans." A little head poked out from the small window of the wooden house, revealing a messy short hair, "Uncle , my father just said that we are an ancient Tibetan tribe, but it still belongs to the Tibetans. "

Seeing the little head, the old man glared and said: "Doma, I will go."

The little head was not afraid of this serious-looking old father. He made a face and still leaned on the window and said: "You speak Chinese too badly. I feel uncomfortable listening to it."

The old man wiped his nose with his hand and said: "Wo Men calls people from time to time, and he will recognize them when he calls people!"

The little head child stubbornly stiffened his neck and said: "Who said that? Teacher Kang doesn't lie, and Doctor Wen doesn't lie. They are good people. Teacher Kang is right. There are good people everywhere, and there are bad people everywhere."

The old man muttered something, and Ao Muyang didn't hear it clearly. It was probably Tibetan or their tribal dialect.

The little head child smiled and wanted to say something, but his face suddenly turned pale, and then he shrank back with his hands covering his chest on the windowsill.

The old man's face changed, he put away his gun and hurried into the house. His dogs also ran in one after another. The general looked at them from a distance and wagged his tail.

Without the threat of the hunting rifle, Ao Muyang breathed a sigh of relief. He slapped the general on the head first: "Fuck, you son of a bitch, you forget your father now that you see a bitch?"

The general squatted beside him and looked up at him. The expression on the dog's face seemed very tangled.

Yang Shuyong looked at the cabin and said: "Did this person steal the trees?"

Ao Muyang said: "Definitely not, how could he drag so many trees away by himself? But it must be related to him, otherwise his sack would not be left there."

After a while, the old man came out holding the child.

Ao Muyang saw that the child's face was pale, his lips were blue, he kept shrinking and covering his chest, and he looked very uncomfortable. He immediately thought of Zhu Zhu in the past, and asked: "Does this child have a heart problem?"

The old man glared at him with a gloomy face, and put the child straight to let him bask in the sun.

Ao Muyang continued to ask: "Does he have a heart problem? If so, I can treat him."

The old man wanted to glare at him again, but after hearing what he said, his eyes widened: "@#￥%\u0026amp;*..."

He mumbled a few words, and Ao Muyang didn't understand a word.

Yang Shuyong smiled and asked: "Brother, are you speaking a foreign language?"

The old man reacted and quickly changed to stiff Chinese: "Mud means deep meaning?!"

Ao Muyang probably thought about this sentence and replied: "You asked me what that sentence means, right? I mean, does this child have a heart problem? Here, heart..."

The old man said impatiently: "Yes, Wowenmu, mud means deep meaning?"

Ao Muyang suddenly realized: "Oh, a miracle doctor? I'm not, but I have a special medicine that specializes in treating heart disease!"