Farmer of Shu Han

The two carefully inspected for a while, and then breathed a sigh of relief, "It's okay, it's just a little bruised. The little boy didn't lie, I can tell that he came from a hard-working person, and his body is strong." At the moment, the two were on their side, After rubbing the dog for a while, he let go of his hand and said, "Look, baby, can you move your arm?"

Gouzi tried to shake his arms, with a smile on his face, he bowed his hands and said, "Thanks to the elder, I'm fine."

"I can't make it." One of the two is missing an arm, and the other's hands are normal, but the leg should be broken and not connected, and they walk with a limp. It's really embarrassing to face Feng Langjun and your Aunt and Aunt."

A trace of loneliness appeared on Gouzi's face, and he shook his head slightly: "There are only mother and son in the family, and the rest of the relatives are gone."

Gouzi's words silenced the veterans. It took a while for the scarred veteran to step forward, gently patted Gouzi's head, sighed, and cursed in a low voice: "This damn world!"

"God is good to the kid. Although I don't have any other relatives, but after all, I let the kid meet the master's family." Gouzi looked at it, raised his head and smiled, "Now I live like a person, not like before. , not even as good as a livestock."

As soon as these words came out, several veterans raised their thumbs up: "This is true, I really have the confidence."

"Boy, tell me, can all children be able to read and write as long as they become Zhuangzi?" The scarred veteran bent down and asked eagerly, remembering what happened just now.

"Not necessarily." Gouzi shook his head.

"Why can't you say it's not certain?" The scarred veteran was anxious, "Didn't you just say that the rules of the village are like this?"

"That was in the past." Gouzi smiled slyly, blinked and said, "Didn't a group of Liaoren come here a few days ago? Their children didn't have such a good life."

"Liaoren, Liaoren is also considered..." The scarred veteran just started talking, seemed to think of something, sighed, did not continue, but asked again, "Then what is the rule now?"

"This kid doesn't know, I have to ask the master's house to find out." Gouzi shook his head, then bent down to salute, "Elders, please eat first, and the kid will come to clean up later."

After saying this, he took the children behind and left, leaving only the veterans looking at each other in blank dismay.

"This Zhuangzi, it's not easy."

Someone said something with emotion.

"Did you see those boys? The way they walk is well-arranged. In this regard, I'm afraid they are better than the auxiliary soldiers in the ranks."

"Fart! Between this journey, how many soldiers can get out of this rank?"

"Don't make any noise, come over to eat first." The scarred veteran shouted, "Didn't you just shout that you were hungry? Why don't you want to eat now?"

Then everyone gathered around and got ready to eat.

"If we are like this, it's the life of noble people, right?" Everyone stared at the round and white steamed bun, and someone gulped, "This can be regarded as three meals a day."

"This round pancake is really fragrant, sweet and soft. I have never eaten such a delicious food in my life!" The person who got the steamed bun couldn't wait to bite down, chewed a few mouthfuls hard, and said vaguely Said.

Instead, the scarred veteran who took the lead took a bite of the steamed bun, chewed it casually, and sighed softly.

"Brother Lu, doesn't this kind of food suit your taste?" The lame veteran who rubbed the dog's shoulder could understand it, and asked.

The scarred veteran smiled wryly, looked at the steamed bun in his hand, and said, "Don't say that we have never eaten such good food in our life, even when we were in the army, even the generals never saw them eat it. I was thinking, since this Fengzhuang is so good, what can we do to make others look good? If we can’t figure it out, I’m afraid I won’t be able to wait long for this kind of food.”

As soon as these words came out, everyone who was eating steamed buns couldn't help but stop.

"I've spent most of my life rolling on the battlefield, fighting for my life with the king of Hades. What else can I do besides wielding a knife to kill people?" The lame veteran also nodded, "With this white cake, how many people don't want to come?" ? Do you still want us to be short of arms and legs? You have to think about it carefully, otherwise you won’t be able to figure out the meaning of this master, how can you gain a firm foothold?”

"Could it be that you have taken a fancy to our killing skills?" Someone tentatively asked.

The scarred veteran's eyes lit up, he slapped his thigh, and shouted: "That's right!" He stood up and looked around, and urged again and again, "Move the food inside, don't let anyone listen."

Several people hurriedly moved all their things into the slope cave, leaving a person to stand guard at the entrance of the cave, and then they gathered together, and the scarred veteran said in a low voice: "We have nothing else to do except the killing skills in our hands. It’s a skill. I reckon that the master’s family is probably interested in our craftsmanship. I heard that those rich and noble families like to raise some dead soldiers. Do you think Feng Langjun thinks the same way?”

"Does it mean that we should go and work for him?"

The lame veteran sneered: "In this world, apart from being born into a wealthy family, who wouldn't want to work hard? People like us can't even do a job in the field compared to a woman. Is it possible that we really want to be raised for nothing? with us?"

"The old cripple is right. In this chaotic world, who doesn't survive by working hard? It's a fate if you don't die on the battlefield. If you can live another day, you can earn one more day. Since they all work hard , then it depends on whether the life is worth it. Let’s talk about it, everyone, if it’s true, do you want to agree?”

Everyone was silent for a while, and then someone said jokingly: "Just these two round cakes, it must not work."

"And this earth hole..."

"That's right, if you want to eat meat, you need at least two sets of clothes, right? You need leather for your boots..."

"Don't talk about these useless things. Let me talk about it first. If we really want to work hard, do you want to agree?"

"Didn't Brother Lu just say that? With our low lives, one extra day of living is considered one extra day of earning. As long as we can eat this round pancake every day and add some meat, it will be worth dying for."

Someone said nonchalantly.

"What do you say about the lame old man?"

The lame veteran took a bite of the white flour steamed bun, chewed and swallowed it carefully, and then said: "It depends on how Feng Langjun arranges the family members of those fellow robes. We are all lonely and we have nothing to worry about, but at the beginning They all promised those comrades who blocked the guns and arrows for us to take good care of their family. If Feng Langjun can really feed them, we will fight for this life, and we will be right to die when we get to the bottom Brother has an explanation."

"That makes sense." The scar-faced veteran nodded, and looked around at the crowd, "They all escaped from the battlefield together. It's really a pity, and we can understand. Now that things are still undecided Come down, if you don’t want to do it, leave early, I won’t blame you. If you don’t leave now, you will retreat in the future, and you won’t say anything about it, and you will hurt the family members of those same robes, don’t blame me as a brother Don't show affection."

No one said anything.

In the end, it was the scar-faced veteran who said, "Okay, it seems that we are worthy of being brothers in life and death, so this matter is settled."

"What if we don't want us to be dead soldiers?"

"You have a donkey's hair stuffed in your eyes? Wouldn't it be a good thing not to be a dead man? Isn't that a good thing if you eat white flour pancakes until you die?"