Guardian Chapter 159: Liu Li and Xiao Sang Looking for Relatives

Near the Liangdao leading to Tanzhou.

There is a mountain and a village under the mountain.

The mountain is called Yaqueling, and the village is called Xiangshui Village.

Since the previous days, Xiangshui Village was ransacked by bandits from Yaqueling, the village was completely occupied by refugees who had fled from Tanzhou.

In the beginning, the refugees were still afraid of the bandits of Yaqueling.

As time passed, the news that the bandit den was burned spread like wildfire.

The refugees said that God opened his eyes and sent God to destroy the damned bandit.

What's more, I said that I had seen it with my own eyes. A golden light fell from the sky, and a huge and friendless slap appeared in the golden light, which directly slapped the bandit den.

Anyway, there are all kinds of things, and all of them are good for exterminating the bandits, and they are about to give people to the myth.

Because of the refugees.

The scale of Xiangshui Village has expanded several times.

Occasionally, the government also used porridge and rations. There is only one condition for not having enough to eat and starve. With Yongding River as the boundary, they are not allowed to go to the direction of Kyoto. Whoever wants to cross the boundary is the Tanzhou rebels. Argumentation.

In the beginning, there were still people who did not believe in evil.

The government chopped off several heads by the river to stop the trend of refugees migrating to Kyoto.

There is no road ahead, and the back road cannot be retreated, so the refugees have to temporarily settle down near Xiangshui Village.

The scale of Xiangshui Village is getting bigger and bigger, and there are many people living in Yaqueling.

In the years of war and chaos, refugees gather, and when there are too many people, troubles are easy to happen, and any magical thing can be encountered.

The food that was originally used for relief.

I don't know whether it was an oversight by the government or a deliberate act. On the grounds of insufficient manpower, many young and strong refugees were employed as labor to distribute food.

Said it is for food.

When it gets into the hands of the people underneath, it changes its taste.

"Stand back, back...All line up." Several fierce refugees, Qingpi, drove the crowd coming to the porridge shed with water sticks in their hands.

"What hurry?"

"Is it right for a starving ghost to reincarnate."

"Squeeze again? Believe it or not, I will knock you to death with a stick."

The crowd was restless, and the tattered migrants dared not speak.

A young man in his early twenties shaking his head and shaking his legs with a black and white peony blouse and a black and white peony blouse with his upper body swaying a flower fan, wearing a trouser coat He coughed a few times and squeezed out a smiling face:

"Hey, it's still the old rule. We don't want money. You can trade things for food. Think about it. It's inconvenient to take so many people. It's not worthwhile to be robbed by the culprits. Folks, if you can help, you can help. Who said we are also from Tanzhou."

Look at what this said, don't need money, what kind of kindness is this.

The vagrant sees that this servant is dressed improperly, with a scorpion hook on the end of his hair, and he is not a serious person.

The young man patted the fan with satisfaction and turned around triumphantly.

"The food is distributed by the government, so why should we take things in exchange?" A scream from the crowd caused everyone to say yes again and again.

The young man turned his head abruptly, his cheeks bulged, and he searched the crowd with a sullen face, thinking that this was the guy who didn't open his eyes.

The voices of the people are heated again, already drowning the position of the caller.

A shrunken little boy in the crowd hid behind him, looking from left to right, pretending to be someone looking for a shout.

He is not dressed in tatters, but he is not very clean. Anyway, he hasn't been changed for several days, and his hair has started to twitch.

He looked melancholy, crying and drooping his head in despair, squeezing an unintentional smile at a woman with silver hair turned into gray and black hair and a smoky face beside him, "I yelled as you said."

"Well, the mood of the call is right, and the feelings are almost angry. Why are the three words, almost meaning, should be emphasized." The woman touched her chin to comment, rubbed her fingers in disgust, and gave it to her The mud sticks are coming out.

"Hey!" The little boy sighed, and quickly replied with his decadent expression: "I wrote it down."

But the little boy didn’t think so in his heart. He said: This lord is good at everything, he just likes to be nosy, what is the matter with ants, he walks and stops all the way, he is fighting injustices, and punishing hooligans. I also find relatives for the separated children, hey, Chen Feng, Chen Feng, you can show up quickly, find you the damn, we return to Kyoto, I miss the days of squatting on the jujube tree.

This is a big and a small, a man and a woman, two people who are dirty and about the same as a refugee.

Isn't it just Liuli and Xiaosang who walked all the way from Kyoto to Tanzhou to find relatives?

Xiao Sang looked sad, took out a wrinkled portrait of Chen Feng from his arms, and began to repeat the daily routine of asking "have you seen it" every day.

Liu Li was staring at the pergola not far away, her expression unkind.

In the pergola, there are several yamen drinking tea, looking at the direction of the congee shed from a distance, and beckoning impatiently.

The migrant green-skinned young man turned his head and smiled flatly, ran all the way into the pergola, before he could speak, he was slapped heavily by a government officer.

Looking at the situation, it seemed to be severely reprimanded.

The young man touched his face with a flattering expression, turned around and became gloomy, walked to the vicinity of the porridge shed, first was punched and kicked by Qingpi under his opponent, and then yelled at the refugee after he finished his breath:

"If you love to change, don't change, don't want to eat food, just go to eat grass and soil, don't get in the way of my master's eyes."

Perhaps the young man taught Qingpi's fierceness, which played a role in killing the chicken and the monkey, and the dissatisfied with the bustling refugees, he reluctantly calmed down.

"One torn shirt, two taels of broken rice."

"My name is..."

"Oh? One or two broken rice."

An old but unbreakable long gown has been squeezed in price, and it is darker than a pawnshop.

The middle-aged man who changed the rice, clenched his fist, his face turned blue, endured, stomped fiercely, picked up the broken rice and left, and argued again, let alone a couple of broken rice, even mixed with sand and old rice Can't eat it.

"One scrap copper earring, three or two brown rice."

The real gold earrings, you can see that people who change rice should be considered a wealthy family in Tanzhou before, and they have no worries about food and clothing. Now they can only pinch their noses and let the other party use gold earrings for three or two brown rice. Scrap copper earrings.

It says that there is no selling of food, no money, such a black-hearted exchange method, what is the difference with cannibalism.

"A pair of ripped straw sandals." With a deliberately prolonged voice, the young man stared at the mother and daughter in front of him, his eyes brightened, and then he said: "It's worthless and can't be replaced."

"These are the cloth shoes that I personally took. When I fled, the head of the house was separated, and it was too late to wear them. They are new. You can take a look again, please take a look again."

The talking woman, in her early thirties, her torn clothes are full of rag patches, she is not outstanding, but she is quite beautiful, she belongs to the type of young women with great taste.

Her hair was wrapped in a kerchief, and her eyes flickered. She occasionally revealed a trace of anxiety and caution. She raised the cloth shoes in her hand and handed it anxiously.

The young man took the young woman's hand and said: "This..."

The young woman withdrew her hands like lightning, and saw the young man's face sinking.

She hurriedly pulled the girl next to her to kneel and kowtowed her head and said: "You will do well and be compassionate. Give me a change. My daughter hasn't eaten in three days. Please, please give me a change. Point."

The girl is about six or seven years old. She is skinny and has bulging eye sockets. From time to time, her upper lip curls up, and she **** her nose, tearing the dry skin on her lips.

She followed her mother's appearance, knelt down and knelt, staring at the food bag and couldn't stop swallowing. Her panicked eyes were full of desire to see delicious food.

The young man pretended to touch his chin, looked up and down at the mother and daughter, squatted down and lifted the young woman up and said: "You can't change your shoes for food, so...what do you think."

The young man inserted a piece of withered grass on the girl’s head, patted the young woman’s arm and said: "I will give you a bag of grain."

The young woman withdrew her hand abruptly, took the girl into her arms, and cowered, "I...I...no...no change."

"Mother, mother, I'm hungry." The girl's head came out of the young woman's arms, staring at the food bag, and constantly swallowing.

She patted the young woman's hand like a little adult, and said with a grin: "Mother, sell me, sell me, let's eat food together."

"No." The young woman trembled slightly and hugged the girl firmly.

She dodged her eyes, hesitated again and again, with a cruel heart, took the hay from the girl's head and inserted it on her head.

She took a deep breath like relief, walked up to the young man, and said, "As long as you can feed my daughter, I will be yours."

"Look, what are you doing? I didn't mean that." The young man said something against his will, but he held up the young woman.

He winked at the green skin under his hand, and took the young woman toward the pergola.

In the pergola, several government officials exchanged glances, and at the same time they got up and loosened their belts, pushing the young woman to walk back.

Liu Li saw in her eyes, she was so angry, she just raised her leg after she rolled up her sleeves.

A small figure rushed out beside her first.

It's crackling, boasting.

The pergola has collapsed.

One of the government officials in it is considered to be flying into the sky.

Pluck puffy...Pluck puffy...

The sound of tomatoes falling from a height.

Red, white, black, floral...the sloppy things are all broken to the ground.

The government officials fell directly into watermelon juice.

It happened suddenly.

Get up too fast.

It ended too quickly.

It’s so fast that everyone’s thinking can’t keep up.

Xiao Sang clapped his hands and walked out from the direction of the pergola bored.

"It's really troublesome, it's so annoying." Xiao Sang gazed at the sky sadly, picking his nostrils, his tone was not sad or happy.

He walked to the stunned young man, grabbed his crotch, and said coldly: "I like to think with the lower body so much? Okay, I will fulfill you."

I didn't see how Xiao Sang moved.

In the eyes of the vagrant anyway.

The young man moved his head without a hum.

Xiao Sang tucked his head into his crotch and punched it in.

The young man died so hard that he didn't know how he died.

The sound of puffing and puffing the water stick falling to the ground.

Qingpi, who used to be a domineering blessing, knelt on the ground and shivered, and did not dare to breathe.

"It's really troublesome, I'm so annoying." Xiao Sang repeated again, feeling very upset, picking up the mixing stick, crackling and breaking Zhong Qingpi's legs.

"Go away, let me see you again..." Xiao Sang waved his hand impatiently before he finished speaking. He is not rare to spend more time talking, saying so much to do, don't want your life, I will give it to you Let me see you again and burn you one by one to ashes.

The refugees looked at the young Sang.

The shot will kill the black heart yaman and Qingpi.

Not grateful.

But fear.

Looking at the fear in everyone's eyes, Xiao Sang made a cut, nonchalantly.

He walked to the porridge shed and kicked the grain bags piled up in the hills.

The food package is like having eyes.

Swish...swish...swish...swish...

In the sky above Xiangshui Village, it is far and near, landing accurately, and the range is far and far.

Xiangshui Village, which has been enlarged several times, burst out with surprise sounds.

Countless refugees who received food, grateful, knelt on the ground, bowed deeply to the sky, and said that God opened his eyes and the sky dropped the food, and it was a **** who appeared.

"It's so annoying, it's really troublesome." Xiao Sang clapped his hands, looked at the empty grain, and sighed.

"Brother, you are a good person."

Behind Xiao Sang, the little girl who was almost sold was holding a bag of grain in one hand and pulling Xiao Sang's clothes corner with one hand.

She grabbed a large handful of brown rice from the grain bag, stretched out her hand and handed it to Xiao Sang, "Thank you."

Xiao Sang looked at the rice grains sprinkled between the little girl's fingers, feeling annoyed for no reason.

He stalked his neck, glanced around, carrying his small hands, rubbing his palms unconsciously, and replied stiffly: "No thanks."

Xiao Sang subconsciously moved his steps slightly, step by step, keeping a distance from the little girl, and then speeding up his steps to get a greater distance from her, and then he cleared his itchy throat.

"What..." Xiao Sang squeezed his throat and coughed with one hand behind him, and deliberately scowled and said: "Save some food, you know."

"Hey! Got it, little brother." The little girl sucked her nose, responded crisply, and ran towards her mother with her arms around the sack.

The refugees near the porridge shed were also given food parcels.

Every time he left, he knelt down in Xiaosang's direction and kowtowed before walking.

Xiao Sang is very uncomfortable and feels weak.

He rubbed the itchy shoulders on his cheeks, walked to Liuli's side and whispered: "Leave here, I'm so upset."

"That's nice boy." Liuli slapped Xiao Sang's head with a slap, and slammed him forward and almost fell down.

I heard Liuli's compliment with a sincere smile.

Sang's irritability suddenly became calmer.

Perhaps, it's a good choice to take care of things occasionally... So Xiao Sang thought... It's really troublesome, and I have to finish it.

"Wait for me." Xiao Sang smiled at Liuli and disappeared.

"God, god."

"Living Bodhisattva."

Seeing Xiao Sang disappearing strangely, hula la the refugee who knelt down on the ground.

Liu Li slapped her forehead and got a headache. Taking advantage of the vagrant kowtow, she hurriedly left Xiangshui Village.

Not long after.

Sang appeared strangely beside Liuli again.

"A few people were killed." Xiao Sang explained to himself, "Damn it."

"Well, don't let my pig know."

"I know."

One big and one small, I was in a surprisingly good mood, and at the same time I hummed a ballad that I didn't know the tune.

From Xiangshui Village to Yongding River.

It's completely messed up.

Several people in Xiao Sang's mouth.

Including, but not limited to, corrupt officials, bullies, rich men, officers and soldiers, thieves who attract the refugees to make a fortune in the country...

Count them down.

There are no one thousand people like the pergola yamen and the young people in the congee shed, but there are also eight hundred.

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