Tomorrow

　　 Chapter 22 Who is the hero?

　　 Obviously, Mr. Xu didn't think so. He even thought it was a bad mistake that violated ethics.

　　 Yunzhao grew up in an environment in which, apart from the filial piety of the father and the son, it seems that other ethical teachings are gradually being forgotten.

　　 Therefore, he is more concerned with feasibility than ethics.

　　 Going back to Yunjuan’s hut, he found that those hardworking brothers had found more magnets and went to the creek.

　　 The stream is cold in spring. For the farm boy, it is not an important thing to wear pants.

　　 So, except for the older Yun Yang, the rest are bare and scarred buttocks are using magnets to attract iron sand on the beach.

　　 The advantage of having a large number of people is that no matter how inefficient they are doing, they will always accumulate less. In the evening, Yun Yang already has a dustpan full of iron sand in his hand.

　　 plus the iron sand collected by Yunyang before, it is as much as a hundred catties.

　　 Everyone carried the iron sand to the front of the blacksmith's shop. Liu Zongmin glanced at it and continued with his busy work.

Yun Yang was a wintry man. Seeing Liu Zongmin was hitting the iron alone, he took the initiative to stand beside him. Liu Zongmin put on a small hammer and knocked lightly on the iron block, and Yun Yang smashed it with a sledgehammer. , It was very jerky at the beginning, and after a while, the two cooperated very well.

　　 The little hammer pointed, and the sledge hammer made a very pleasant sound.

　　 The matter is considered complete, Yun Zhao left immediately with the rest of his brothers, and plans to continue collecting iron sand tomorrow.

　　 At night, Yun Niang still allowed her son to go home.

　　 So Yun Zhao was very spirited when he entered the house, like a general returning from a victory.

With a snort, Yun Chun helped him take off his shoes, and with another snort, Yunhua brought foot washing water, and with a snort, Granny Qin brought dinner. Yun Zhao wanted to snort again and looked at his mother. That face covered with frost, he held back.

　　 At dinner today, Uncle Fu was also there, but he was eating at another table in the house, instead of sitting on the kang with Yun Zhao mother and son.

　　 "A guerrilla general named Gao Conglong came to Xi'an, so many people on the mountain went down."

　　 Fu Bo took a sip of wine and another sip of wild vegetables.

　　 "Is this Gao Conglong a good one?"

　　 Fubo laughed and said: "Very powerful, killed the giant bandit King Er and Wang Daliang in Yansui Town, and was invited by King Qin to come to Xi'an to train the family soldiers."

　　 Yunniang smiled and said, "Liu Zongmin came to our Zhuangzi to take refuge, right?"

　　Fubo shook his head and said, "No, Liu Zongmin is at odds with Huo Shanhu. He left Crescent Mountain, ready to lie in the limelight for a while before deciding where to go."

　　 Yunniang whispered: "Uncle Fu is optimistic about this person?"

　　 Fubo nodded and said: "This person is cruel and fierce. The old slave thought he could be the leader of the family. After two days of soliciting, he found that he was not here.

　　 If you stay forcibly, there is a risk of disaster! "

　　 Yunniang nodded and said, "Yun's peace is the best."

　　 Uncle Fu sighed: "The old slave thought that this man's mother was still alive. As a result, his old lady has not survived this winter. This person is no longer bound and ambitious.

　　 Yun can't control such a person. "

　　 Yunniang frowned and said, "How is your temperament? If your temperament is feasible, you can buy a homestead for him to marry a wife. Maybe you will settle down after giving birth to children."

Fubo shook his head and said: "The old slave is getting old. I thought that there was finally someone who could replace the old slave. Now it seems that this is not going to happen. This year's spring rain will only benefit the people in the Weinan Plains. The sky is no gift for a drop of rain.

　　 If it doesn't rain in May, there will be refugees, and Xi'an government will bear the brunt of it!

　　 As long as the refugees gather, there will often be huge bandits. With the power of the government today, I am afraid that there is no power to calm them down.

　　 Therefore, this person is killing or letting go, the old slave is still thinking about it. "

　　 Fu Bo was discussing important matters with his mother. Yun Zhao was not qualified to interrupt. Therefore, he had been eating quietly and could not express any opinions.

　　 He didn’t know why Fu Bo thought he could kill Liu Zongmin, but knew that in his memory, Liu Zongmin had been very prestigious...

　　 "Fu Bo, is Shaanxi really going to be in chaos?"

　　 Fubo pushed aside the rice bowl, lit the smoke pot and smoked two puffs of flue, saying: "Weinan is not enough. I am afraid that Yan'an Mansion is going to be a mess of porridge.

　　 After the harvest of the summer grain this year, we have to think about the future. Don't worry, the old lady, the old slave has already arranged it and nothing will happen. "

　　 After speaking, Yun Fu left the room and slowly walked out of the back house.

　　 "Mother, Uncle Fu is going to kill someone?"

　　 Yun Niang sighed: "It's become common practice for everyone to kill people these days. You don't have to ask about these things, just study hard."

　　 Yun Zhao found that his sleep quality was plummeting!

　　 One of the most important ways of handling things is to kill someone!

　　 It's not surprising that my mother is used to this way of handling things like Fu Bo!

　　 Yun can easily take in a thief, and intends to use this kind of person as the leader of the house, and if it is not suitable, he is ready to kill!

　　 This person is Liu Zongmin... a real giant in the history books! !

　　 In that case, what kind of existence is Yun?

　　 Yunzhao can't sleep... Whoever it is, if he has such doubts in his heart, he will suffer from insomnia.

　　 Excited for a while, scared for a while...

　　 Yunzhao slept till dawn for the first time.

　　 Granny Qin stepped on her feet tremblingly to see if her young master was awake, Yun Chun and Yun Hua brought wash water, waiting eagerly for the young master to wake up.

　　 Yun Zhao rubbed his eyes and sat up, and saw these three people at a glance, and he quickly determined that these three people had no fighting power.

　　 Two black-faced servant women walked through the yard, the big white goose just craned his neck and took a look, then continued to pace in the yard.

　　 These two servant wives may be better than the big white goose, but they are not beyond Yun Zhao's scope of cognition, and they can barely be counted as incompetent people.

　　 Although the cook can handle a generous table by herself, it is the result of a big waist and a round waist, and has nothing to do with combat effectiveness.

　　 The servant girl who carried two huge buckets into the door was just a bitter effort.

　　 My mother is squatting in the garden to plant flowers. Even though the small shovel in her hand is very sharp, it is just a tool that is often used after all, and it is not lethal.

　　 Fubo lives in the atrium. Maybe he smoked a lot just now and is coughing violently now.

　　 The sound of hoarseness was terrifying, and the blue veins on his forehead burst out. If someone sneaked out at this time, he would be dead.

　　The one who slapped Fober on the back was a tall man, wearing a traditional black cap with a red pompon on it. He was tall and dressed in green clothes. He was indescribably funny.

　　 Judging from the movements of Fubo stretching his legs and kicking him, this guy is not agile at all, and his fighting power cannot exceed five!

　　A householder who tries to move the water tank is a fool at first sight. At least he has to scoop up the water in the water tank before moving the tank!

　　 The family who drove away the sparrows by waving his arms is even more stupid...I don't want to let the sparrows settle down under the tile and lay their eggs.

A large row of women sitting under the eaves spinning threads. The threads in their hands are only green and off-white. These threads are finally woven into a one-foot-wide white and green coarse cloth, which is finally sewn into something that everyone hates. Coarse white and green clothes.

　　 There is no possibility of hidden masters among these people.

　　 After reading these people, Yun Zhao believes that if Liu Zongmin goes crazy, he can easily create a tragedy similar to the tragedy Wu Song caused in Yuanyanglou in Yunshi!

　　 Mr. Xu’s back was straight, he was holding a book in his hand, but he didn't look at it. His eyes were still looking at the blue sky, and he didn't know what he was looking at. The sky was blue like a wash, and there was no cloud at all.

　　 He best fits the appearance of Yun Zhao's hero ~ www.readwn.com~ Whether it is the three beards on his face or the pretentious books in his hands, it is a serious proof that this is an extraordinary person.

　　 But, Yun Zhao has seen the appearance of fainting hungry while biting on hay in his mouth... Such a person must have knowledge, as for force...impossible! Liu Zongmin can pinch him to death eight times with one hand!

　　 The front yard of the Yun clan has almost become a common ground for the Yun clan. The busy farming is almost over. Everyone sits under the eaves, picking up bean seeds, talking gossip, and some seem to be still discussing how to change to cheap and good vegetables.

　　 are real farmers, and Yun Zhao would naturally not pay attention to them.

　　 After going out the door, Yun Zhao saw the blazing fire!

The naked Liu Zongmin was pulling the bellows vigorously. The almost white flames from the stove scorched his greasy skin. Every time the bellows was pulled, the muscles on his arm moved up and down like a mouse. move!

　　 The muscle groups on the two sides separated from the heart mouth are extremely developed, and there are some muscles growing horizontally between the two muscle groups, which are like the leather rope on the armor, which firmly binds the two muscle groups into a whole.

　　 "Open the gate!"

Liu Zongmin roared and pushed the stove from another direction to gradually tilt the heavy stove. Yun Yang, who was guarding one side, opened the seal of the stove, and a stream of bright red molten iron poured out of the stove and poured onto the ground. In the slot dug a long time ago.

The molten iron was full of grooves, and Liu Zongmin's arms pressed hard, and the molten iron stove wrapped in thick red mud was restored to its original position. His sweat splashed on the stove, and a gust of white gas disappeared. Up.

　　 Yunzhao clicked his mouth, then looked back at Yunfu, who continued to squat on the low garden wall and smoke. I don’t know what to say!

　　 Who killed whom?