That night, Zhang Dong declined Aunt Zhang's invitation to come into the house to rest. Instead, he jumped to the roof and fell asleep quietly, staring at the stars in the sky with his hands on his hands.
The next day, Aunt Zhang and his wife got up early. Aunt Zhang walked out of the door and looked around for a moment. She didn't see Dong Zhang and was lost for a while. Old Man Ma who followed him out of the door said:
"Don't you think that kid Xiaodong just left without saying goodbye? What a good kid. He gave us so much firewood and fish. We won't have to worry about these things for a long time."
Seeing that the old man just remained silent, Aunt Zhang snorted dissatisfiedly: "Don't think I don't know that Xiaodong chopped all the firewood himself. You said you left it with him? It's okay to deceive children.
, may I know how many bowls of rice you can eat by yourself?"
At this time, the taciturn old man finally spoke: "Don't worry about him."
After a pause, he added: "He is a man of great ability."
Rolling her eyes at the old man, Aunt Zhang said angrily: "I still don't know that Xiaodong is a capable child, but he is still so young and the village has not been peaceful recently, so I am afraid."
"If everyone in our village is dead, nothing will happen to him."
"you!!"
"Did you say that? Forget it. I'm too lazy to tell you. I have to deal with those fish to prevent them from spoiling."
After saying that, he hurried into the house. The old man glanced at Aunt Zhang's back as she walked away with joy and brisk pace, and said nothing. In fact, what Aunt Zhang didn't know was that what the old man said was actually true.
There is no element of criticizing or satirizing Dong Zhang in his words. From the first day he saw Dong Zhang, the old man knew that Dong Zhang was not an ordinary boy, and then the scene of fishing further confirmed his inner thoughts.
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At this time, Dongzhang did not go far, but came to the dense forest near the village early, jumped onto a big tree, and concentrated on practicing the last volume of the Nine Yang Manual.
Even when walking in the world, practicing internal skills is a daily task for Dongzhang. It is the same as when he was at home, but he has less time to hone his moves.
Time quietly came to Xiangwu. Dongzhang took a deep breath and stood up. He stood on the top of the tree and looked at the village in the distance. His brows furrowed slightly and his ears twitched. He could vaguely hear a small noise.
Without saying a word, Dongzhang flew down to the ground and galloped towards Niujia Village.
On the other side, Niujia Village, not long ago welcomed a group of uninvited guests, the Mongolian team.
Everywhere they passed was infested with dogs and chickens, and every household was ransacked. Although no one was killed, many people in the village were injured and disabled. Naturally, when they arrived at Aunt Zhang's house, they couldn't avoid a lot of looting.
, the old couple had suffered all their lives, and naturally there were not many yellow and white things at home. The dissatisfied Mongolian soldiers naturally smashed many things at home, and naturally saw more than 20 fish pickled by Aunt Zhang.
He pressed again and again about money matters, but as you can imagine, he didn't ask anything. Naturally, he vented his anger on the more than 20 pickled fish. A bearded Mongolian soldier was seen holding up the pickled fish.
The big vat was smashed out of the door with a bang. When it was over, several Mongolian soldiers trampled on the pickled fish with their muddy boots. They had beards and smelled of alcohol and cursed with a ferocious smile:
"How can two old immortals get so many fishes without money? Tell me! Where is the money? Otherwise I will set your house on fire."
"Oh, what a sin. We really have no money, sir, please spare us."
This was Aunt Zhang's voice, but the old man still looked at the pickled fish on the ground without saying a word, and then he did something unexpected. The old man rushed towards the fish that were trampled on by the Mongolian soldiers, one by one.
I just picked up the muddy fish one by one.
"ah?"
"Hahahahahaha, this damn old man is still thinking about his fish?"
Several Mongolian soldiers kicked the fish out of the old man's hands, and trampled the fish on the ground to pieces. They kept cursing: "I asked you to pick it up! Pick it up!! I asked you to pick it up!!"
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He stepped on the fish on the ground one by one and smashed them to pieces, but the old man still silently bent down and picked up the fish with blurred bodies one by one. Aunt Zhang, who was afraid that the old man would anger the Mongolian soldiers, couldn't help but cry anxiously.
He said in a voice: "Don't pick it up, don't pick it up, okay? I won't pick it up, okay? You obey me, I don't want it anymore."
The Mongolian soldier who was stimulated by the old man's behavior also walked towards the old man with a grin on his face, kicked the old man squatting on the ground, and added a few kicks from time to time. At this time, a delicate body fell on the old man.
, crying loudly:
"You are not allowed to hit my old horse. If you want to hit me, hit me. Oh, oh, oh, oh, why don't we not want it anymore?"
Seeing his wife lying on top of him being stabbed several times, the old man under Aunt Zhang's eyes instantly turned red. He didn't know where the strength came from, he pulled Aunt Zhang under him and stopped him with his weak body.
The wolves and tigers trampled without saying a word.
"Woooooooo, please let us go, we won't pick them up anymore, please let us go, don't hit! Don't hit my old man! I beg you, gentlemen."
"Hahahahahahaha, these two old immortals are really annoying to watch."
The bearded man glanced at the messy courtyard and sighed in his heart: "It's really boring. It seems that there is really no money left. Anyway, we have plundered enough today. Let's go, brothers, let's go drink and eat meat!"
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After saying that, he kicked the old man in the face, knocking him to the point of dying, and then the group of people left in a hurry.
Aunt Zhang hugged Old Ma, who had white eyes, and cried sadly: "Old Ma, Old Ma, don't scare me, Old Ma, we don't want it anymore, we don't want it anymore, wuwuwu, don't scare me."
Aunt Zhang used her thin body to tremble and lift up the dying old horse, and walked home step by step.
At this moment, the Mongolian soldiers had left for a long time. Dongzhang was galloping along the field path with a stern face. When he arrived at Lao Ma's house, he saw a mess all over the ground. Every pickled fish had been trampled to pieces, mixed with numerous...
The dirt, broken water jars, and broken brooms indicate that this place has just experienced a catastrophe.
Dongzhang came to the door of the house in silence, and saw old man Ma lying on the couch dying, with Aunt Zhang standing next to him, covered in mud, calling him constantly. Dongzhang walked to the old man's bed without saying a word, and took a look around.
His pulse and his originally delicate face were suddenly covered with veins like earthworms.
"Xiaodong, Xiaodong, how is Lao Ma? My aunt knows that you are a capable child. Please help Lao Ma, save him. How can I live without him?"
Facing Aunt Zhang's look of asking for help, Zhang Dong couldn't bear to look away and said nothing.
Although she didn't say anything, it seemed that she had said everything. Aunt Zhang understood and couldn't help holding the old horse's wrinkled hand sadly and said sadly:
"God, please don't take him away. Taking such a person away will be of no use to you."