bantayden Chapter 223
Chapter 223
Seventeenth year of Voling, June 11.
In the storm, Han Xiangbone carried a wood-chopping knife and kicked open the door of the courtyard of the Zhang Zhu family.
In the small courtyard, men squatted under the eaves of the main house, smoking dry cigarettes.
Zhu Hong, who was guarding her youngest son in the house, heard the sound of kicking in the door and hurriedly got up and rushed out.
Han Xiangbone, who was drenched, raised his arm.
The tip of the wood knife pointed straight at Zhang Zhu’s face.
Through the rain curtain, the young man’s cold voice clearly reached the ears of the husband and wife, “Did you do it?!”
Zhang Zhu and Zhu Hongju were stunned.
“Taiping, what do you say? What did I not do?
After a long silence, Han Xiangbone lowered his arms and turned and walked out of the courtyard.
Not Zhang Zhu and Zhu Hong.
That can only be Zhang Xing, the eldest son of the Zhang family.
Because he believes in the so-called Yu Ji Nanhua old immortal, Zhang Xing believes that if his grandmother does not die, his younger brother will always be unconscious.
Until death.
Zhang Zhu ruthlessly stopped delivering food for Grandma Zhang, and wanted to starve her to death. And
I go up the mountain twice a day, which is tantamount to a branch for the Zhang family. Perhaps
out of anger, or perhaps to drive himself away, Zhang Xing pulled out all the corn seedlings from the five acres of land.
Children may not know what this means by this, but Zhang Zhu and Zhu Hong, who have been farmers for half their lives, must know.
Destroying fields, both in the Wei kingdom and in the rest of the country, is a felony.
Most importantly, so much effort was put into ruined overnight.
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The rain kept falling.
The crockpot tomb has accumulated a lot of rainwater because the mouth of the tank is facing the sky.
The old lady of the Zhang family supported the soil wall with one hand, and her legs trembled like sieve chaff.
The stagnant water had reached his ankles, the cold and moisture invaded his body, and the old man’s two kneecaps were in pain as if he was being sawed back and forth.
The footsteps came from far and near, and the old lady looked overjoyed, and hurriedly looked up at the mouth of the can.
A head poked in, not Zhang Zhu, nor Han Xiangbone, but Zhang Xing.
“Big grandson, come to see grandma.”
“Why don’t you hold an umbrella when it rains heavily.”
Zhang Xing looked at the embarrassed old man who was damp, his eyes were slightly red: “Grandma, my brother is going to die, the eldest grandson begs you, grandma, you go and die!” ”
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Summer rain is not as good as spring rain and autumn rain, and it will stop in the next burst.
Storm.
Han Xiangbone sat on the threshold of the Zhang family’s ancestral mansion and was stunned.
No one knew what the teenager was thinking.
Until the scorching sun hung high in the heart of the sky, drying the wet clothes until dry, the boy was still like a stone statue, not moving.
As the sun gradually tilted to the west, the young man sighed, got up and went back to the courtyard, and entered the stove house.
When the sun is thinning.
Han Xiangbone carried the food box up the mountain.
In the distance, the young man’s face changed slightly.
The grandmother’s clay pot grave was sealed with green bricks.
“Grandma Zhang, can you hear it?”
Inside the tightly seamed crockpot grave, the hoarse voice of the old man sounded.
“Taiping, go back, don’t go up the mountain in the future, grandma is leaving.”
“Taiping, when my little grandson wakes up, please come here to burn some paper for grandma, so that grandma can leave with peace of mind.”
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On the night of June 11, the old lady had a dream.
In the dream, the crockpot tomb is not sealed.
The brilliant sunlight passed through the mouth of the jar, frantically poured into the grave, and shone on the body to warm up.
Suddenly.
The old lady only felt that her feet were empty, and then her body fell uncontrollably.
It kept falling, as if to fall into the dark netherworld.
Fear surged from all directions, drowning the old lady.
The old man reached out with difficulty, trying to grasp the light that was getting farther and farther away from the mouth of the can.
After waking up, the survival instinct can make the old lady cry while frantically digging the soil with her hands.
The nails dug straight were broken alive, and the walls were full of shocking crimson scratching marks.
The old lady stopped suddenly, and the crying stopped abruptly.
Mo said that it is impossible to escape from this crockpot, even if he escapes?
Poor mountains and bad waters, they even struggle to walk, how can they live?
Going down the mountain and returning to the village, the daughter-in-law must not beat herself to death?
The old lady squatted on the mud with one butt.
Thin palms covered his face.
The whining cry floated far, far away through the crockpot tomb in the silent night sky.
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There is no sun and moon in the tank.
The old man only felt that his body was getting weaker and weaker.
In a trance, it was another dream.
In the dream, the corn seedlings in the field grow taller than a person.
The old lady sat under the seedlings to enjoy the shade.
The son and daughter-in-law beside him held full ears of corn in their hands, and they couldn’t close their mouths with a smile.
Not far away, there are two grandchildren playing and playing, and the crisp laughter echoes all over the field.
A crackling sound woke the old man up.
The old lady slowly opened her cloudy eyes.
But I saw that the green bricks at the mouth of the crockpot grave were removed one by one.
What came into view was his son’s cheeky face with a smile on his face.
“Mom, your good grandson woke up and cried to see you.”
“And this year’s grain harvest is bumper, and I can’t eat it in ten years.”
“Mom, Zhu Hong won’t scold you for idle food anymore.”
“Mom, go home with your son.”
The old man’s eyes filled with tears.
The mouth, which had no half a tooth, smiled closely.
That face that seemed to crack the earth, that deep ravine, was filled with tears of joy like spring rain.
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Seventeen years of Voling, seventeen years of June.
The youngest son of the Zhang family died.
Not a single villager felt that the snake was the culprit.
Instead, he felt that Zhang Zhu did not listen to the words of the old god of Ji, and felt that it was the old lady of the Zhang family who died too late.
June 18.
Han Xiangbone got up early and pulled out all the weeds inside and outside the Zhang family’s ancestral home.
Ladders were moved and roof repairs began.
The scales hidden in the sleeves suddenly boiled hot.
A figure emitting a frosty glow floated out from the scales and hung in front of the young man.
Looking at the young man who was concentrating on the weeds that grew in the gaps of the tiles, uprooting one by one, Zhu
Jiuyin asked, “Is that five acres of land yours?”
Han Xiangbone shook his head, “It’s from the official government, to be precise, it’s from Xiangxiu County.” ”
Crops are destroyed, taxes are collected.”
Zhu Jiuyin: “Little whirlwind has money.
Han Xianggu smiled, “Master, now I am the people.
“The people do not have a master of the Land God Immortal Realm, let alone a protector of the Sea Realm.”
“Master, I want to finish the step of ‘being a sentient being’.”
Zhu Jiuyin nodded, “Good.” ”
It’s three days in the sun.
Two catchers with steel knives hanging from their waists in Xiangxiu County came to Shanshui Village.
Not often.
The old village chief Guo Jinshi and his son Guo Province led the two catchers to the Zhangjia ancestral home.
The villagers of Shanshui Village gathered in one place, and you said a word.
“That kid is unlucky, not only will he go to servitude, but he will never escape with a meal!”
“Conscription? Not really!
“Why not, that child is a foreigner, and the five acres of land are not his own, but the county master sees him as pitiful and rents it to him to plant.”
“Now that the crops are all destroyed, and only the conscription and the board are beaten, it is already the county prince who is particularly gracious.”
“How did I hear that the policy above is to give each of the displaced people 10 taels of silver to build a house, and also give five acres of land to be assigned to their names.”
“Listening to the old village chief, it seems that the child only got one or two pieces of silver.”
“Now even the land is not your own.”
“Shh, silence!”
“Haven’t you heard of what is called Emperor Shangao far away?”
“Moreover, if we really want to work in strict accordance with the policies of the imperial court, how can local officials still make money?”
“It doesn’t matter who farms the land, it’s very important that the land belongs to the county master.”