"Ying'er, boy, I'm back." From a distance, my father's shout came.

"Grandma, why are you coming back in the middle of the night?" Yang Heng said unhappily, "You kid, you are not happy when you come back. Langjun, you are back." I happily greeted her.

"Oh, I really can't stand you two." Yang Heng sighed and got up.

"Well, why are you still sleeping in the shed? I think that the house has been built." The father suddenly discovered that the two of them actually crawled out of the shed.

"Grandpa, it's not my mother yet. She said we will move in together after you come back. Are you the head of the family?" Yang Heng said helplessly.

"Ying'er, thank you for your hard work. I'm so happy to see you cultivate such a large area of ​​fields outside." The father said affectionately as he looked at my mother.

"Oh, I can't stand you anymore. I'm going to sleep." As he said that, Yang Heng ran back and continued to chat with Mr. Zhou.

And that night, my father and mother never slept again. The two of them sat next to the fire and whispered all night. Yang Heng just heard some big horn songs or something, as if his father was very excited. Perhaps, my father found the right path he took, which was to join the army.

"Mom, why are you watching me?" It's rare that I carefully combed Yang Heng's hair. When I finished combing my hair, I didn't let Yang Heng leave immediately. Instead, I looked at Yang Heng and pinched Yang Heng's face from time to time. (Yang Heng came to this era, this hair is a very troublesome thing. He had to comb his hair every morning. At first, Yang Heng didn't know that it was his mother who combed his hair. After getting up, he just tucked it in the back of his head. But I was scolded by my mother. In this way, I combed my hair every day, but I didn't have much patience. I just combed it smoothly and it was done.)

"Wei Niang discovered that our Heng'er is getting more and more beautiful as we grow older." (A big man is beautiful, okay, now he is still a little baby.) "Mom, what are you talking about?" "I said that our Heng'er is getting more and more beautiful. In the past, we only knew how to make irons and let Mars burn their faces so hot that my baby was so beautiful." Well, it seems that my mother was stimulated by something, and she was just a little excited today. In fact, Yang Heng's face has not changed much. If you want to talk about changes, it is just much darker than before. This is the result of being exposed to wind and sun when working outdoors.

"Boy, you've woken up. You've done a good job these days. All this field has been cultivated." The father walked in from outside with great strides, carrying two hares in his hand.

"Mom, is that grandpa?" Yang Heng was surprised. His father was not like this before. At that time, he walked very casually and unconfidently. Even his head was low, and he looked a little afraid to look at people. He was not as calm and firm as he is now. Although he spoke loudly, he was not as strong as he is now. It seemed that he was very satisfied with the profession of being a mansion soldier.

"Grandma, what have you done in the past month?" Yang Heng was very curious. Why did my father's transformation be so obvious. "Heng'er, your grandpa is amazing now, he's all angry." I said proudly.

The fire is good. My father was selected as a soldier for training for the first time and became a soldier. My father's road to the soldier was quite tortuous. When my father first arrived in the county, he was told that he had read it wrong and wanted his father to come back. There are three conditions for picking up a soldier. The first is to have money. How to configure equipment, weapons and food without money. The second is to look at personal abilities. If he has poor abilities, he can't even bear a long spear, and he was even under a armor. How to fight? The third is to look at the people in the family, that is, how many people work. Don't say that you are going to fight, but your family members starve to death. What kind of battle are you fighting?

So, when they saw my father, they thought that my father’s wealth would definitely not be enough, and they would know it when they saw it. There was no need to say that Dingkou was just three people. The ability was really impossible to tell my father. Although my father was very strong, his muscles were not very developed and even looked a little thin. In this way, when they saw my father, they wanted to let my father come back, but my father had no choice, but he was still holding the machete in his hand, so he wanted to sell the machete so that he could buy some things to go back.

"Boy, what kind of knife are you doing? It's strange." When the father took out the machete, he was seen by the lieutenant who had just arrived. He had a thick back and a curved blade, and he looked a little cunning.

Yang Heng did not say what kind of knife it was, but he just made a few knives to chop wood. However, my father remembered Yang Heng's instructions, "General, this is a hatchet knife passed down from my family. This time I came out and wanted to sell the knife and buy some equipment. But since I can't be a soldier, I will sell it and buy some household items to go back." My father said humbly.

"Oh, cut the hatchet, let me see." The captain took the knife with interest, "Drink, it's not light, I just don't know how sharp it is." As he said that, he cut off a little tree next to him, and the little tree fell down casually.

"Good knife, come here, bring a horizontal knife. Boy, don't blame me if it is broken," a general doesn't need to reason with a commoner. If it is broken, it is broken. He can compensate you. Of course, his father will not say anything. However, his father is very confident in the knives he has made. You must know that this knife has cut down hundreds of big trees. When cutting down the trees, the stones have been cut down, and it has not damaged the knife.

"General, the knife is brought." "Boy, pick up your knife, don't say I've cut it off for you." As he said that, the captain threw his father's knife to his father, and he picked up the knife that a soldier had just sent.

"Boy, come on." As he said that, he held the knife handle with both hands and measured a posture. My father had never practiced the knife skills, so he naturally had no posture. He just held the knife with one hand and slashed the blade at the captain's blade.

"General, I'm here." With a clatter, the knife in the captain's hand was immediately broken into two halves, and the captain immediately took a few steps, but the father stood there as if nothing was wrong, holding the machete in his hand, with no damage at all.

If two ordinary people were slashing each other with knives, they might leave a gap in the horizontal knife, but they would not cut it off. But this is a lieutenant, and when they were about to become a lieutenant, it was at the beginning of the founding of the country, which means that this lieutenant must have some ability. If you encounter the great strength of your father, it would be impossible for the knife to be constantly shattered.
Chapter completed!