Rebirth of Ninety Honey Sweet Wife

Seeing that the old man was wary and silent, Du Qiushui rushed over in two steps and shouted at the old man:

"What are you talking about? Can't you understand people? Where is Qin Yuxi? Where is Qin Yuxi? We're going to trouble her and dare to wrong our Du family. She wants to go away without food?"

This momentum, ah ~ ~! The old man immediately stopped leading the ox, took out the ox horn knife on his waist and shouted in dialect:

"Get out, get out, if you don't get out, I'll be rude. Get out! Get out!!!"

People of ethnic minorities are tough and tough. How can others be presumptuous at their own door?

Grandpa Tuo is already in his 70s and 80s. At the moment when his mind is most peaceful, there is no place in the stockade where force is needed. He usually doesn't carry a gun,.

But at the time of herding cattle, Leng Buding came to a group of people. They were so angry that Grandpa Tuo pulled out his knife on the spot!

To tell you the truth, Tujia people only draw a knife to intimidate, but they don't really want to cut people!

But Du Wen rushed up and kicked grandpa Tuo's thigh. Like crazy, he went to grab grandpa Tuo's knife.

A normal person's normal reaction. When someone takes out a controlled knife, should he be brave enough to seize the knife?

Dewen did the right thing!

"Country man, pretty bandit, pretty bandit, call the police quickly!"

Zhang Lanfang was so anxious that Du Shumo had already taken out the phone and was ready to call the police.

Grandpa Tuo and Du Wen grabbed the ox horn knife in their hands and shouted angrily in dialect:

"People from Jieshan stronghold can give their lives, but they can't pay their swords!"

"Bang!"

When the earth shook, all the tourists in the stockade were shocked. Looking at the sound, it was the sixth master, holding a firegun and firing a warning!

Native muskets can't kill people, but it's not a problem to make a hole in people's body. Especially in summer, clothes are light and thin. If they are shot accurately and hit key parts, they can easily die if they are not sent to hospital in time.

The Du family were all stunned. They stopped at the moment and were frightened.

After many years, Jieshan stronghold still retains the tradition of carrying guns and knives, but few people really draw knives and fire guns to outsiders.

Many foreign tourists were shocked. Su muhuan's artist friends were very excited and took pictures with cameras.

The picture of the sixth master carrying a gun is authentic, without any makeup or emotional rendering. He doesn't understand the law, doesn't understand etiquette, and hasn't received the education of advanced civilization. The old man fired a warning gun just to defend his people.

Although the tourists around were shocked by the sound of the firegun, they did not cause much commotion. Instead, they retreated to a safe place and looked at the sixth master with interest. How did they shoot out of thin air and point the muzzle of the gun at Du Wen.

Qi Ruiyuan rushed out from every corner of Jieshan stronghold with a group of old men. Someone came forward and picked up Du Wen's back collar with one hand. Someone helped up Grandpa Tuo, who was excited and protected his knife.

Du Wen was very excited. His face was red and his hair was a little disordered because of the fight. In the hand of an old man, he pointed to Grandpa Tuo and sixth master and shouted:

"What the hell is this? What's the age now? Shouldn't controlled knives be confiscated? There are people carrying guns. Guns are controlled. Do you understand the law? Where's my daughter? Where did you get it?"

"Call the police, call the police, they are all bandits!"

Zhang Lanfang urged Du Shumo. Du Shumo nodded. His mobile phone had dialed the alarm.

But immediately, Du Shumo's mobile phone was robbed by Qi Ruiyuan and pressed off.

The old man slowly put the mobile phone back into Du Shumo's shirt chest pocket, and said earnestly:

"Don't call the police. Put away your thorns and sharp points. I can tell you everything you want to know."

"Who are you? Who can you speak for?"

Du Qiushui rushed to Du Shumo, pulled Du Shumo away, and looked at Qi Ruiyuan with contempt on his face,

"Your place is an uncivilized bandit's nest. You're not a good bird!"

"Be polite!"

Several garrisons patrolling outside the stockade rushed into the stockade when they heard the gunshot. The soldiers stood beside Qi Ruiyuan and shouted at Du Qiushui,

"This is a hero, no insult!"

"Hero?"

For a moment, Du Qiushui smiled, all the people from the Du family laughed, the tourists around him laughed, and the artists busy taking photos laughed.

In this age, such a broken place, a poor corner, will there be heroes? What is a hero?

No, they don't know what a hero is. Not only the Du family, but also the tourists and artists.

No one can understand, hero? Can you be like a star? Are you famous? Money? Beautiful or white enough?

They looked at Qi Ruiyuan. He was wearing a simple shirt that had been washed and washed and his collar had been washed. He had faded trousers, gray hair and an old face. Is this a hero? Don't be funny!

"I am a hero! We are all."

Qi Ruiyuan stood straight with his hands on his back. In a heroic posture, he stood straight in place. Behind him and beside him, several old people gradually gathered together.

The same washed hairy shirt neckline, the same old, the same washed faded pants, the same upright spine, the same tough and unyielding eyes.

They stood with the scorching sun on their heads and invisible white bones under their feet. They were born in war and are good at gunfire. Their unyielding soul carries the current rise of China in their withered and old bones.

They are heroes. They are scarred. They block the gun hole with their bodies. They took millet and rifles and crossed the long march. They drove out the invaders. They exchanged their lives for today's peace and prosperity.

Everyone here is laughing at these old people, thinking that they are not famous as stars, dressed simply and have no money.

What is a hero? No one knows, in fact, their existence is a hero!

Yes, they are not famous. They are not seen on TV, and they have no money. However, all of us here today can live freely in this land, travel and take photos everywhere, and find fault everywhere. It is all because of these war dead and no war dead heroes.

Respect should be given to these old heroes. Although they do nothing but stand, they can also afford to be respected by all present! 
 in the crowd, the laughter gradually disappeared. Du Shumo smiled and the smile on his face gradually disappeared. They looked at the old people Qi Ruiyuan and gradually felt a kind of shame.