Avalanche-[Yuan]

Wan Desheng.

Wan Desheng said: "I'm not dead, who are you keeping filial piety for? Whose filial piety are you keeping?"

Everyone was sure that this person was Wan Desheng, "Uncle." "Uncle." "Cousin." "Grandpa." They all surrounded him and called. Although they were still a group of children when Wan Desheng "died", now that brother Jin Gui recognizes his father, they must be called elders in turn.

It is not suitable to stay here for a long time, everyone split up, led the carriage, and dispersed after confirming that the bodyguards had no jobs.

On a hillside outside the city, you can see the bustling Lin'an City below the mountain.

Jingui sat on a big rock and looked at the man in front of him, still in disbelief: "So in the past ten years, Dad has turned into a bandit?"

Wan Desheng knocked him on the back of the head again: "What's wrong with being a bandit? I'm a chivalrous man."

Jingui called out, patted his head and said, "I want to follow you, I also want to be a hero, and I want to wander the world."

Wan Desheng: "..."

The man with thick black eyebrows tidied up the carriage, came over and heard the conversation between the father and son, and laughed loudly: "Desheng!? Why don't we take this little Desheng away?"

Jingui: "I'm not Xiao Desheng, I'm Jingui, Wan Jingui."

"Oh, my name is Shanchang, my surname is Li, Li Shanchang, you can call me uncle."

Jingui immediately sweetened his mouth: "Uncle Shan Chang."

Da Hua also came over and called, "Hi, Uncle Shan Chang."

Li Shanchang liked Dahua very much, and said: "Wan Dahua, I am very optimistic about you, why don't you change your career, stop singing, and hang out with me in the future!?"

Dahua quickly shook her head: "No, today's matter is purely desperate. I still prefer singing and I won't change my career."

Li Shanchang looked at Dahua, and felt that the child looked more and more pleasing to the eye, so he said: "When you don't want to sing, come to me again, maybe you will have a bright future if you hang out with me."

Dahua let out an oh and didn't answer.

Wan Desheng disagreed with his son running around with him, saying: "Don't follow me, go back to Wanjiazhuang, what should you do, your grandpa is getting old, and I'm not around, you have to do your filial piety for me. Waiting for my father to take care of his retirement."

Jingui secretly rolled his eyes, and he knew that the word filial piety is too big, and the life of a knight-errant in the world is not enough for the time being.

He was very curious, why did Grandpa say he was dead even though Father was still alive?

Wan Desheng sighed and talked about the reason back then.

Ten years ago, Wan Desheng was hanging out with a married woman in Lincun, and was discovered by the woman's husband. The husband found a kitchen knife with his head depressed and said nothing, and sat outside the yard to sharpen the knife.

A passing neighbor asked him why he sharpened his knife with a dark face?

The husband told me that my daughter-in-law was fooling around with Wan Desheng from the neighboring village in the house, and I found out. I will sharpen my knife now and go in later to kill them both.

The neighbor was shocked and persuaded: "If you kill two people, you will definitely be questioned, and your child will become an orphan. Why don't you sell the woman and get some money to spend?"

The husband thought about it and agreed.

Taking advantage of the time he was thinking, the neighbor quietly ran into the yard and told the two people in the room that Wan Desheng was so frightened that he pulled up his pants and ran away.

Later, the woman was sold to a dental shop by her husband and disappeared.

Wan Desheng's father, that is, Jingui's grandfather, was afraid that his son would be killed by that man. Rumors had spread about this scandal, so he arranged for his son to go out and hide for a while, and not come back in a short time.

In this way, Wan Desheng began a life of wandering in the rivers and lakes.

Jingui was speechless after listening to his father's experience. This is his father, his dear father, even if there are serious problems in life style, he is still his father.

It was normal to run away for such things at the time. In ancient Confucian society, men could go to brothels and seek prostitutes were considered elegant and decent, but they could only fool around with married women.

Anyone who fools around with a married woman has only one ending, that is, both of them will enter the pigsty.

Confucianism believes that as long as other people's marriages are not destroyed, then there is no problem. Even if you redeem yourself from a prostitute and marry a prostitute as a concubine, it is a good talk.

The business of prostitution and prostitution is also open and aboveboard, and they are greeted and sent off generously. Once they are good, they can no longer be sneaky and messy.

Wan Desheng ruined his reputation, took advantage of the incident, listened to his father's words, packed up and left Wanjiazhuang, declaring that he was dead, and lived a life of a knight-errant since then. No one knows why he went there for ten years up.

So here comes the question, why would Dahua say these quack cuts?If it wasn't for his cleverness and matching up the secret code with Uncle Shan Chang, I'm afraid they wouldn't have passed the level so easily today.

Dahua is particularly proud, because the old class once took him to run errands, and said these slang words to outsiders. Dahua only listened to it once, and then remembered it. When it was chaotic today, she just said it randomly. Right on the number.

In addition to earning money from acting in Languifang, their Wanjiaban also has another channel for making money, which is to inquire about news and sell news. The old class judges whether the news is valuable or not, so that he can sell the news.

Wan Desheng listened, and said with a smile: "You have already been in the rivers and lakes. The so-called people are in the rivers and lakes, they can't help themselves. The old class is dead, and I will let you be the new class leader. Remember, if you find any news, you must analyze it carefully. What is valuable, pass it on."

Jingui groaned and nodded, "Okay, I know."

Wan Desheng showed his face in front of his son today, so he didn't go back to Wanjiazhuang with them. After all, everyone thought he was dead long ago, and it would not be too late to go back when something big happened.

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Jingui's eyes seemed to be glued, just looking at the pole that Father was holding in his hand, almost drooling.

Wan Desheng smiled, and handed the pole to his son, saying: "You take good care of grandpa and family, I will not treat you badly, I will give you this sword."

Jingui laughed so hard that the corners of his mouth were cracked to the base of his ears, and he took it with dripping thorns, it felt so good in the hand.

The shoulder pole is cut from a whole piece of huanghuali wood, and its shape is exactly the same as the shoulder pole. The place where the hemp rope is tied just blocks the opening. When using it, move the hemp rope, hold the handle of the sword in one hand, and the scabbard in the other hand, and just pull it lightly. The cold sword was unsheathed.

Wan Desheng specially confessed: "This sword has been with me for ten years, it is very sharp, you must remember to put it away, you can take it out and play with it in the middle of the night when no one is around, you must not show this sharp weapon to others."

Of course Jingui knew the seriousness. The government forbids poor people to own weapons. Those who keep weapons privately are punishable by death. He doesn't want to cause any fatal disaster because of this sword.

The boxes on the cart were all filled with gold and silver, no wonder they were so heavy.

Uncle Shanchang gave them some silver ingots and silver carabiners, enough for them to repair the damaged houses in Wanjiazhuang, and enough for them to support them for a year or two.

After the loot is divided, it is time to say goodbye. There is no feast that lasts forever, and we will meet again if we are destined.

……

All the brothers in Wanjiaban envied brother Jingui very much. Everyone came to touch this sword, and they all sighed that it was beautifully crafted. How could such a craftsman be able to make such a design?

Except for my brother, no one knew that this plain-looking pole was a sword.

Back in Wanjiazhuang, everyone was very happy. The children got snacks, the women got new clothes, and the old people got exquisite food.

Gao Chi didn't like to make do with the excitement, so he stayed in the small yard by himself, sitting on a wooden bench with a book in his hand, reading under the warm winter sun.

After Jin Gui finished his work, he returned to the small courtyard, and saw Gao Chi's appearance, he was reading a book, but his eyes betrayed him, because from time to time he squinted at what Jingui was doing secretly.

"This is for you." Jingui handed him a book casually.

Going out and earning money, of course everyone has a gift, no matter how expensive the gift is or not, at least the intention is reached.

Gao Chi's lips turned up, and he could see that he was full of joy, but he didn't want to show it too obviously.

It was the first time I received a gift from Brother Jingui. The mirror he bought with money last time was not counted. It was a mirror he bought himself. On this issue, he was very clear about it.

After taking the book, he didn't rush to read it, and asked in a soft voice: "I've been away for five days, brother Jingui is tired, I'll make tea for you."

Ever since Gao Chi moved in, this small courtyard has gradually raised the standard of living. Gao Chi can speak fluent Mandarin, and he rescued Wanjiazhuang several times. The old people in the family village especially like Gaochi. The old people save tea from their own treasures or the filial piety of their children and send it to Gaochi.

Gao Chi didn't refuse, but accepted it with a smile. As long as the weather is sunny and sunny, he likes to sit in the small courtyard and make tea.

The old men also sat together in pairs, gathered around Gao Chi's tea table, drank tea together, and chatted with each other in different ways.

So Gao Chi has tea here, but he usually doesn't talk much. When the old men come to drink tea together, he seldom talks. Most of the tea is made by others and he is in charge of drinking it.

Only when facing Jingui, Gao Chi will take the initiative to say, I will make tea for you.

Jingui drank it a few times and thought the tea was quite refreshing, so he sat down, stretched his waist, relaxed, took the teacup handed by Gao Chi, took a sip, and shouted: "It's so hot——"

Gao Chi looked at it and frowned: "Drink slowly, you need to drink tea."

Jingui looked impatient: "What a trouble, this teacup is too small, change it to a bigger bowl."

Gao Chi: "..."

Then I saw the big earthen bowl that Jingui found for dinner, he poured the tea into the earthen bowl, while turning the tea soup, he said: "The big bowl cools quickly, you don't need to blow it, just shake it a few times and it will be cold.