Happy little peasants

They walked for a while before they saw a low stone house. The roof was almost flat. It was obviously different from the pointed roof of Luoyang City. The house was not much taller than people. If you look far away, There is hardly a house here.

Zhang Hui got off his horse, and immediately smelled the smell of burning grass. On this gradually cold grassland, this smell instantly made people feel warmth in their hearts, as if they would be warmed immediately after entering this house, and You can also eat hot food.

The boy yelled to the house: "Mother, there are guests, you hello." After speaking, he drove the sheep to the back of the house.

At this time, a woman came out of the room. This woman had a dark complexion, wrinkled and dry face, so thin that her cheekbones were prominent, and her eye sockets were sunken. She looked more like the teenager's grandmother.

The woman looked up at the group of strangers standing in front of their house. Her eyes were confused and erratic. She didn't know how to greet them. She just stood in front of the door and said with a loud voice, "Come in."

The leader of the food transport team stepped forward and bent over to the woman and said, "Excuse me." But his eyes did not dare to look directly at her vicissitudes and weakness.

The boy shut the sheep and walked to the front door again, leading everyone into the house.

Zhang Hui entered the stone house, and the smell of sheep came out. The house was filled with smoke. After entering, he could only see the things around the kitchen sugar, but he felt that the house had been built for many years. This boy should have lived since he was a child. it's here.

The woman whispered in the boy's ear: "Shiro, you go borrow some food, our family is not enough food."

The leader of the food team heard this and immediately said to the person next to him: "Go and get a bag of rice and give it to the sister-in-law."

"No, just enough for you people, we don't want the others." The boy's tone was extremely firm.

Zhang Hui looked at the young man's face and saw that stubborn stubbornness was always present in those slender eyes. He walked to the young man to help him light a fire, and talked to him at will.

"Your name is Shiro?"

"Yes, Wu Shilang." The boy grabbed a handful of dry horse dung and put it in a shape to make a fire, and replied indifferently.

"Your home is you and your mother?"

"Yes, the first three elder brothers are dead." Wu Shilang lit the fire, and the fire shone on his face, looking serious and cold.

At this time, the leader of the food team came over and said: "I don't think there are so many people in this house. There are other people in front of you. Let me take my brother to the front."

Qin You looked around in this room, nodded and said, "It's okay, everyone will meet outside here early tomorrow morning."

In this way, Qin You, Li Qiao and Zhang Hui stayed at Wu Shilang's house.

After the fire started, several people gathered around the sugar stove to keep warm. Everyone took off the big cotton clothes they were wearing outside. Moushiro's eyes were not on the three of them. They could see better after they took off the heavy cotton clothes. From the original appearance, he could see that these people were not small.

Wu Shilang looked at it for a while, and then asked, "How many are from Qi country?"

"Yes, do little brothers often see people from Qi?" Qin You asked casually.

"It's not often seen. People in Qi are different from us." Wu Shilang looked at the fire, and his tone sounded very personal. "People in Qi love to be clean, and they wash often, and they are all white."

Zhang Hui couldn't help being amused when he heard Wu Shilang's words, and felt that Wu Shilang's description was particularly straightforward and simple, like what a child said.

"You have always lived here?" Zhang Hui could see from Wu Shilang's eyes that he was still very curious about the outside world. When he asked this sentence, he couldn't help feeling sympathy.

Wu Shilang said: "Well, when I was ten years old, only my mother was left. My mother is sick, and I have to take care of my mother."

Zhang Hui could tell from Wu Shilang's words that he still yearned for the outside world very much, but stayed here because he had to take care of his mother.

When Wu Shilang got up, he slammed Zhang Hui’s Green Sakura Sword to the ground. The sword showed a corner from Burri and immediately attracted Wu Shilang’s attention. He knelt down to pick up the Green Sakura Sword and held it in his hand for a long time. Unwilling to put it down, after hesitating for a while, he looked back at Xiang Zhang Hui and asked in a somewhat embarrassing manner: "This sword... can I see it?"

"Of course it can." Zhang Hui said back, continuing to stretch out his palm and burn it on fire.

Ushiro carefully pulled out the sword, keeping his eyes on the sword, raised it and shook it, and quickly inserted the sword into the scabbard again, lowered his head and gently wrapped it in cloth and put it back to its original place with a sound Get up without saying a word to wash the dishes in front of the stove.

At this time, there was a rapid knock on the door, and Zhang would feel that this should not be the person with them, the knocker seemed to knock extremely rudely.

Wu Shilang's mother was sitting in the corner with her eyes closed, she stood up tremblingly when she heard the knock on the door, her expression was extremely terrified, she leaned against the wall and made a whistling sound, she wanted to say something but she was scared to say Does not come out.

"They're here again... Shiro went out to hide..."

Zhang Hui heard words trembling and vague in Mother Witch's mouth.

Wu Shilang looked at Zhang Hui and Qin You, and said nonchalantly: "It's a bit troublesome, you sit down, don't worry."

After he finished speaking, he walked over and opened the door.

The dilapidated wooden door was pushed against the stone wall with a slap, and the two of them walked in from outside one after another.

By the light of the fire, Zhang Hui could see that the man in front of the walk was a black-faced man with a big beard on his mouth and his eyes arrogantly open. After coming in, he looked around the house and walked beside him. Behind him was a slightly thinner young man who kept looking at Wu Shilang provocatively.

Zhang Hui guessed that these two people might be having a holiday with Wu Shilang, so they came to ask for trouble.

The witch mother strode hard and staggered outside, shouting: "You go, don't hurt my Shiro, it's your Amin who bullied Shiro first."

Wu Shilang stepped forward to support his mother, and said anxiously: "Mother, you sit on the side, don't come out."

Zhang Hui could see that Wu Shilang was in a weak position now, and guessed that it might be because of the fight that injured the man's relatives, so he came over to find Wu Shilang's trouble.

Qin You couldn't hold back Zhang Hui, and whispered: "Don't worry about it, take a look at it, this is in Beimang, we have a mission, we can't get into trouble."

Zhang Hui had been staring at the bearded man, but after hearing Qin You's advice, he relaxed a little.

The bearded saw that the three people by the stove sugar did not come up to help, and walked a few steps in, and said to Wu Shilang, "My nephew's arm is broken, and I will break your arm too."

"Amin grabbed my lamb first. He is going to fight with me. Who can be to blame for breaking his arm?" Wu Shilang's tone was not weak, and he stared at the big beard fiercely.