Return to Ming Dynasty as Prince Chapter 41: Precautions

Ma Lian'er was so embarrassed that it would be even more embarrassing to be misunderstood as a sibling, so I blushed and said, "Uncle, I'm sorry, I...I was out with husband, I was too careful".

　　Yang Ling was startled. At this time, he couldn't avoid making the picture darker and darker, so he had to keep silent. The big man suddenly said, "What do I say, is it to go back to her family's house during the Chinese New Year? Tanzi has been tossing hard, we are also fleeing to the city, so let's go with us."

　　The surname of the big Han is Han, Han Lin, the oldest son is Han Wei, the second son is Han Wu, and the third is vulgar, called Mancang (full warehouse). People from poor families often give their children auspicious names. Yang Ling has seen several One named Mancang (full warehouse), but unfortunately most of those with this name are very poor.

　　Han Lin hid in the mountain nest in front, and accommodated refugees No. 100 along the way. It was the father and son hunting to survive. The family looked rather dull, not good at communicating with each other, just smiled politely, and walked ahead with their prey on their backs.

　　 Mancang (full warehouse) took the deer, smiled and looked at Yang Ling, then at Ma Lian'er, and turned a Yang Ling, quietly said: "Brother Yang, your wife is very beautiful, she is more beautiful than my sister. ".

　　Ma Lian'er, my face was blushing, but there was joy inadvertently between his eyebrows and eyes, "Daughter-in-law", this name really made her throbbing in love. Yang Ling coughed awkwardly, unable to admit or deny, and had to pretend to be deaf.

　　Han Wu said to Han Wei: "Brother, after the heavy snow, the group of beasts are looking for food. It really is a good opportunity for hunting. Now more than 100 people can mix it with broth."

　　Han Wei said: "Well, the young people have gone together to pick dried fruits nearby. With these prey, it will be enough for everyone to have a full meal. It is estimated that you will be able to reach Jimingyi next night."

　　Han Wu snorted: "It's the old people and children who know that they can pick up some dry wood nearby to keep everyone warm, but the third brother Yang Family is too bad. Don't do it, you can eat everything. , Make people angry!"

　　 Han Wei bumped him and said: "Stop complaining, tell Daddy to hear kicking you, it's our brother-in-law's relatives, and it's not bad for him."

　　Han Mancang, while competing with the little deer, he said angrily: "If you want me to say, we shouldn’t escape back. There are only more than 30 people who went to the village to rob Dad. And our martial arts, why not clean them up?"

　　 Uncle Han stood on a rock wall and hummed heavily to his younger son: "Arrogant! Let's clean up those dozens of danzi, and we can attract hundreds or thousands of danzi to bring the village back. What's the point of having a high individual martial arts in the Wanma Army?

　　 He crouched on his hips to teach his son: "I heard that when Cheng Zu Jing was in trouble, Master Dao Yan asked Shaolin to send three hundred monks and soldiers to help. In the end, only a hundred people came back alive. Half of them were still disabled. The elder of the Arhat Hall, Xuyun, who led the team at the time, was wearing a golden bell and an iron cloth shirt, and he was shot into a sting by random arrows after only holding up a cup of tea."

　　 Han Mancang said unconvincedly: "Isn't it useless to learn martial arts?" Father Han said happily, "Not at all. The three hundred monks and soldiers of Shaolin fought with more than 2,000 people for an hour. But what is the role of hundreds of martial arts masters in battle?"

　　 Yang Ling saw that the little guy was a little depressed, so he coaxed him and said: "Don’t be discouraged, that's the commander’s useless method. Of course it’s no use sending such a master to charge the battle. Tens of thousands of troops still work."

　　Yang Ling said this, suddenly blessed to the soul, and said: "No? He is surnamed Han, has three sons, studied art in Shaolin, and is now a hunter...".

　　Yang Ling felt a little hairy: "Is this the old man, brother-in-law and brother-in-law who I have never met? But I don't know him, why doesn't he know me".

　　 In fact, even if he doesn't have a muddy face now, Father Han will not think about his son-in-law. Father Han also saw his uncle after his daughter married, but his current complexion was too far away from the pale and dying face.

　　Han Lin has known from the fleeing villagers that his uncle has recovered and moved to Jimingyi. Now even if he looks familiar, he would not have thought that the man who took his wife to visit relatives in the city would be his son-in-law.

　　 And Yang Ling had never seen Youniang's maiden family. At first, I was afraid that Youniang would see the flaws. When she talked about her family members, she didn't dare to inquire their names. At this time, we became suspicious, and Yang Ling suddenly panicked.

　　 He was anxiously chatting with Old Han: "Uncle Han, where are you running from now?"

　　Han Lin said: "From Pingyunling, I hunted in the mountains for more than a dozen days, and I ran into Tanzi as soon as I returned to Baozi. I hurriedly drilled into the ravine with my fellow villagers. Where do you guys come from? Huh?"

　　Yang Ling was shocked, Ping Yunling? It can't be wrong, this big man who is dressed in animal skins and is big enough to hold himself up is really...Old Master Taishan!

　　He laughed twice, and quickly remedied: "Uncle misunderstood, that lady is not a clumsy Jing, she just didn't know the root cause, so she lied to you."

　　 "Oh?" Han Lin glanced at him suspiciously, and Yang Ling explained hurriedly: "Um...actually, we both ran from Jimingyi to give us the Great Ming military report. As a result, we were caught in the war. She was fascinated in this forest. As for...she was terrified at the time. You are the person who came over, you also understand? Hahaha...", he raised his chin to the old man. Passed a pretty man's smiling face.

　　Han Lin laughed knowingly, and touched his beard after laughing. I still don't know what I understand, but it's hard to ask. Yang Ling took the opportunity to talk about a series of stories of self-information, mid-flight, escape, and encounter with a wolf, and gave him a shot first.

In the 　　 col, people built many sloping huts with dry tree trunks relying on the natural terrain. Covered with leaves and snow, they became temporary homes. Now, in front of the shack, a few iron pots that are lacking are built with stones. The wood crackled, and the snow in the pot had boiled, with a white gas.

　　 These people seem to have escaped experience in fleeing. They have everything from pots and pans. In fact, all their usual belongings except for the cover of the two bunks are just this stuff. Seeing that the father and son Han Lin brought back so many prey, the ragged and sluggish refugees became a little bit angry, and one after another came up to help them carry and slaughter the prey.

　　Although Boss Han brought back two strangers, one of them was still a pretty beauty, but these people, even those young and vigorous, didn’t look at them too much~IndoMTL.com~Along the way They have seen too many refugees, and beauty...Now the temptation to them is not as good as a bun.

　　Han Lin asked Yang Ling and Ma Lian'er to sit in front of their shack, Han Wei brother, some big pieces of wolf meat and venison were cut into the pot, and a white-haired old woman carefully took out a pocket and took out the pot one by one. Some rice was sprinkled in it, some salt was put in it, and then the dried fruits picked up by many refugees infiltrated, and the air began to smell of food.

　　 At this time, an old voice said: "Brother Han, can you get to the **** crowing today? There are a few folks who are suffering from the cold, and there is no medical treatment and no medicine. I am afraid that they will not be able to survive."

　　Yang Ling heard about the reputation, only to see an old man walking with a walking stick, the old man’s national character face, red face, a pair of thick white eyebrows growing from the tip of the eyebrows, and saw Yang Ling at a glance, the old man was stunned. Yang Ling also stared at the old man in a daze. He recognized the old man. On the second day after rebirth, the old man went up to the mountain to see him. This person is the Yang Family patriarch Yang.

　　 The old man stayed for a while, and suddenly raised his crutches angrily to hit Yang Ling, cursing, "You are an unbelievable thing, and even the ancestors are sold. Are you worthy of your father? Lie Zong? You don’t discuss such a big matter with me. Are your wings stiff?"

　　Yang Ling and then retired, I don’t know what the uncle of the family has made: I’m selling my property. Why should I discuss with you? Do you need to be so angry? The clan has to deal with this matter?

　　Han Lin dragged the arm of the old man Yang and smiled: "What is this old man? Have something to say?"

　　 Grandpa Yang said bitterly: "I know you are biased towards your uncle, this little beast is not negotiating with the clan about the sale of his ancestral fortune. Is he still a Yang Family person?"