Disarmed and returned to the field

The two hurried back to Qingliang Village, and Xie's house and the kitchen were burnt black.

Xie San sat on the ground with his legs crossed before the kitchen was killed, crying and shouting: "Ouch... my stove! Ouch... my bacon! Ouch, I'm dead..."

The tragic situation is comparable to the death of my own mother and father, and it is three points better.

Seeing it, Xu Luyao felt as if he had lost face, dragged Xie San back to the front room, and after closing the door carefully, he asked, "Why are you so sad?"

Xie San gasped and said, "I, the bacon that I smoked in the chimney of the stove for half a year is gone. There are also jars of good wine that I hid behind the pigsty—ouch!"

Before he finished speaking, Xu Luyao felt the veins on his forehead twitching. He couldn't hold back for a while, and he punched Jie San's nose.

Xie San picked it up and ran all over the room.

Xu Luyao followed behind and left without saying a word.

The passers-by outside the house were unknown, so they could only hear "Ah!" "Ah!" "Mmm!" "Ah!"

When Xu Luyao had exhausted his anger, he rolled his eyes and said, "You're useless!" Then he turned around and went out, set up firewood in the yard and started cooking.Xie San put on a pig's face, crying as if the suffering little daughter-in-law followed behind.

Everyone said: Miserable.

In fact, saving people is a good thing.

If he knew his identity was unknown and rescued him, it would not be a tragedy.

And because of the valuables in this person's house, there is no rice to cook, so it is not the worst.

Rescuing an unidentified person, there is no rice to cook at home, begging grandpa to tell grandma outside, not to mention the kitchen burning, and being beaten up naturally, not even the worst.

Xu Luyao said something next, and Xie San only felt that the sky was falling and the earth was falling apart.

Xu Luyao said: "Drinking is not allowed in the future. Otherwise, the kitchen will not be burned."

Solution three: "Huh?"

He thought to himself: What does a burning kitchen have to do with drinking with me?

But he has already retracted the hand that was reaching for the wine bottle.

Seeing the small pot of wine being poured by Xu Luyao, my heart hurts like a knife.

Xu Luyao looked at him and wondered, "Why are you pale?"

Xie Sanqiang laughed: "Ah, probably because of too much sun exposure."

Xu Luyao actually believed it, nodded in agreement, and told him to take a good rest.

Xie San fought back tears and went into the bedroom and fell on the bed.

I just feel that the wine worm is about to rise from the throat half uncomfortable.

What is the worst in the world.

No wine is the worst.

That night.

Xu Luyao was already asleep, and Xie San cleaned up the miscellaneous things, and finally cleaned up the courtyard dam. Seeing that the moon was dark and the wind was high, he sneaked around from the scorched ruins of the kitchen, and dug a hole from an inconspicuous corner. After a long time, more than a dozen three-inch-high pot-bellied bottles were dug out. The bottles were pitch black, and some strange words were written on them with almost imperceptible cinnabar ink.

If anyone knows how to do it, he will know that it is a dead language used in offering sacrifices to the dead.

Xie San hugged the dozens of bottles like treasures, went down the steps behind the kitchen with his arms around him, sat in the scorched backyard, and wiped them clean one by one by the moonlight with his sleeves.

He took out a jug of wine from nowhere, took a sip, looked at the bottle and sighed: "Hey, if it wasn't for the burning of the house, the brothers don't know when they will see my third son." .”

Looking at the moon in the sky in a daze for a while, then smiled blankly: "I was afraid that the fire would burn you all. Fortunately... Fortunately, it's okay."

After saying this sentence, Xie San's voice lowered, and his murmured words seemed to be raving after drunk.

No one could clearly hear what "whispers" Xie San and those "brothers" said.

Only the occasional "clinking" between the ashes urns can be heard amidst the sound of insects and wind.

However, his eyes were clear and soft, as if he was recalling those happiest days.

At this moment, Xie San, although his hair was disheveled, his face was blue and his beard was still stubbled, he seemed to be no longer the down-and-out alcoholic in the backcountry, but another person.

A person he once was, and he no longer wants to be...

In the silence, someone suddenly gave a "puchi" smile.

Xie San raised his head to look at the birch forest outside the broken wall, and said, "It's midnight, who has such poor eyesight, begging others to eat wine."

"I want to take a bite too, General Xie, will you give it?" the man asked.

With an indifferent expression on his face, Xie San drank the last bit of wine in the bottle, and said, "What is it, General Xie, brother, you must have been confused after eating wine."

The man was still laughing: "First, I didn't drink, and second, I was not confused. Rumor has always said that General Xie Lianyun Jie and his subordinates are like a family, and there are fifteen more fierce generals sworn brothers, but these 15 people It was not that General Xie was lucky. Before defeating the Khitan Kingdom, General Xie threw him into the cliff of death and died in vain. It is said that General Xie angered Long Wei at that time. Five brothers. Is there such a thing?"

Xie San didn't say anything, just buried his head in digging a hole, and put the bottles in one by one.There are exactly fifteen of these bottles.

When the people in the woods said the words "shoot with your own hands", Xie San's hand trembled.