A girl in a white dress and a dark-skinned boy shouted at a huge wild beast at the same time.
A giant swinging hammer hit the giant beast's leg hard.
A flying kick hit the giant beast's head hard.
The giant beast whined twice, quickly lost its breath, and then turned into a pile of mud and melted into the ground.
The two high-fived each other, then turned and left.
"Jiawei, why do you always call them demons?" On the way back, the girl in white dress who was holding a giant hammer asked doubtfully, "They are beasts, not demons."
The swarthy boy scratched his head, "I don't know why, but I always yell like this subconsciously."
The girl in the white dress shook her head, "Forget it, at least they do a lot of evil. If you kill this leader, your village will no longer have to worry about the threat of giant beasts."
The two parted happily.
The swarthy boy walked back to the village until the day he entered his home.
The swarthy boy looked at some grown men standing in front of his house.
He recognized the other party as belonging to Mr. Barry, the largest landowner in the nearby town, and several other villagers from the same village.
He walked into the door, and those people moved out of the way.
"Dad Yang, it's time to pay back the thirty taels you owe."
"Mr. Barry, come back and collect the money in a few days. My son will be back soon from fighting wild beasts. When he leaves, I will collect your money again. Don't let him know." A somewhat old voice said.
"Yes, your child brought peace to several villages by fighting wild beasts; but it is only natural that the debts must be repaid." A voice sounded a little arrogant.
"Yes, yes, it is natural to pay back debts. Your children are fighting wild beasts, but you should also pay back the two kilograms of salt you owe my family." The voice of a neighbor.
"And my thirty kilograms of fine noodles."
The swarthy boy just felt like his head was "buzzing".
He recalled that when he showed his talent in fighting giant beasts, weren't it the villagers and the masters who encouraged him to deal with them?
But what they say makes sense, debts do have to be repaid.
He saw in the room that his father, who used to be the upright father and the pillar of the family, was now like a humble vagabond, begging in a low voice.
"Look, the Yang family boy is here." Someone whispered.
Mr. Barry, a wealthy old man, stood up from the only good chair in the house.
"Oh, isn't this our beast-killing hero back? Look at me, how can I come to the door at this time?" He gestured to leave and asked casually, "Is the giant beast leader dead?"
"Killed, a girl helped me." The swarthy boy said silently.
"That's good, that's good." Mr. Barry nodded and walked away with his hands behind his back.
But those villagers stayed.
"Dad Yang, please return our salt first."
"It's better to return my family's food first."
The father of the Yang family, under the pressure of the villagers and the uncomfortable eyes of his son, became as embarrassed as a mole.
"I've obviously protected you, why do you have to push my father like this?" The swarthy boy couldn't help but said.
"You are a hero, and protecting us is what you should do. But this has nothing to do with repaying debts, right? Does being a hero mean that you can be a douchebag?" a villager said plausibly.
The swarthy boy fell silent, feeling deep down that something was wrong.
But with his only knowledge and thinking, he couldn't think of more places.
And the most valuable thing on his body is his fists and feet.
But the giant beast turned into mud, and there was no loot.
The father of the Yang family said with difficulty, "I will pay back the money I owe you. Please go back first and let me cook a meal for my son."
"You still have food for cooking, so you should pay back the rice you owe me first." said a villager, and went into the kitchen.
"Yes, and my salt."
I don’t know how much time has passed, but the Yang family has been evacuated.
The villagers left with satisfaction.
The swarthy boy stood there blankly. From the beginning to the end, he never used his fists that could knock down the giant beast to stop anyone.
Because his father taught him since he was a child that fists are used to deal with evil beasts.
Yang's father walked into the inner room silently.
The swarthy boy was sitting in the empty, drafty hall.
…………
I don't know how much time passed, but several people walked in from outside. They were Mr. Barry's butler and two thugs.
The butler held a deed in his hand.
"Congratulations, congratulations, Master Yang, I want to ask you to be my guard captain. I will also marry you a daughter, and give you a big house in the town to live in, right next door to my house. Your home
There is no need to pay back the thirty taels of silver owed."
"All you need to do is sign this marriage contract."
As he spoke, the butler handed him a deed and said
"By the way, where is Mr. Yang? He still needs to be aware of this matter."
The swarthy boy took the marriage contract in a daze and said, "My father is in the house."
The housekeeper hurriedly ran in and exclaimed, "Mr. Yang, why are you so stubborn? You are so unlucky!"
The swarthy boy hurriedly ran in, only to see the Yang family's father hanging from the beam!
The butler just jumped around in panic.
The swarthy boy was so frightened that he jumped into the air and took his father down from the rope.
The housekeeper then stepped forward to test his breathing and found that the man was out of breath.
"He's gone..." The housekeeper shook his head.
"Dad!" A shrill scream broke through the sky.
…………
Three days later.
The swarthy boy followed the housekeeper in a daze, settled his father's funeral affairs, then signed the marriage contract and left the village in a carriage.
The villagers avoided him.
From beginning to end, only Mr. Barry's family was handling the funeral affairs.
In the largest tile-roofed house in the town.
"A poor man is a poor man. He doesn't even know how to pick up gold before his eyes. He picks up clods of dirt instead." Mr. Barry smoked a dry cigarette and said to an honest and ordinary-looking girl in front of him.
"That's what dad said." The girl lowered her head and said.
"Remember, Dani, the first boy you gave birth to was sent to our house to be raised, because he was afraid of getting hurt outside."
"Yes, Dad."
"Okay, it's time for your man to arrive. Go to your house to cook for him. We will get married tonight." Mr. Barry said anxiously.
night.
The swarthy boy looked at the ordinary landowner's daughter and thought of the girl in a white dress he had been with before. Then he looked at the big house in front of him and the fragrant pork ribs...
A month later, the swarthy boy's wife became pregnant.
Master Barry sent three cows, two shops, and four servants.
A year later, the swarthy boy's first son was born. He was strong and fat, weighing thirteen pounds at birth, and Mr. Barry was so happy that he couldn't open his mouth from ear to ear.
Another half year passed, and the herd of giant beasts came again from nowhere.
They destroy the fields, eat everyone they see, and surround the town.
"Hero of the Yang family, go back and save the village."
"My dear son-in-law, you can't leave. If you leave, our shop, our house, your son, your wife, my good grandson, and my good daughter will all be snatched away and eaten by giant beasts.
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The swarthy boy was in a dilemma.
He only hesitated for a second, and then said coldly, "You can find a great hero who doesn't spend money, doesn't eat, or doesn't eat salt, and go save the village."
"You cold-blooded, cold-hearted devil!"
The villagers only had time to curse out this sentence before they were driven away by Mr. Barry's thugs.
Half a month later, the town was safe and sound.
The village was completely destroyed.
The fields were taken away by Mr. Barry at a low price and used as collection fees for the villagers.
Another group of refugees came here.
The leader who wanted to rob the Ba family of a wealthy family was killed by the swarthy boy, and the remaining honest people were taken into the village.
Mr. Barry wins again.
Thirty years later.
Before Barry's death, he looked at the huge family property and the grandson who had changed his surname to his own. He had grown up, was powerful, and was more talented than his father. He closed his eyes with joy.
One year after his death, the swarthy boy moved into Ba's house.
Another year, my grandson's surname was changed back.
Rumors arose in the town that the third generation of the Ba family was an adopted grandson, not a biological grandson, and that his surname should be Yang, not Ba.
Under the strange looks of the townspeople, the good grandson took the initiative to change his surname back to Yang.
In the third year, the Ba family was gone, leaving only the Yang family.
…………
The story is over.
After analyzing the spectrum of the red ants, this is such a story.
"Then who won?" Xiao Huan asked scratching his head.
"There are no winners, only losers." Wen Rensheng shook his head.
Mr. Barry thought the villagers were vulgar and believed that the power of the swarthy boy was gold.
But he forgot that the simple conduct of the swarthy boy is the real gold.
Otherwise, his family property would have been taken away long ago, and a contract cannot bind anyone with power.
Any oath made by the river can be invalidated, let alone a mere piece of paper/
When he used material and family affection to drag the swarthy boy into the water, he also lost gold.
Mortal sorrow.
No matter how many calculations you make during your lifetime, they will be gone one generation after your death.
The sorrow of a hero.
The spirit can defeat matter for a while, but matter can always turn defeat into victory in the end.
