Reverend Insanity: Section 67: Rest assured, I will spare you
Trees, rooted in mountain soil, stretch their green hands into the sky.
A thick trunk, looking away. The lush foliage staggered in midair.
Surrounded by these trees, there is a wooden house.
The wooden house is made of thick trunks, revealing a thick and solid taste. The wooden house is not newly built, but it is already a few years old, so the surface of the wooden house is covered with moss, and even some trunks still emit delicate branches.
The wooden house is a tall bamboo fence surrounded by green spear bamboo for a week. The front and back are all vegetable fields, and the center of the vegetable field is a well.
At this moment, a young and beautiful girl was drinking water by the well.
Although the clothes on her body are extremely simple, it is difficult to hide her face. She is 28 years old, with **** eyes, clear black and white, pure as crystal.
The sun shines on her face through the lush foliage, reflecting her skin like snow, and showing a kind of transparent flush and warmth.
Her black bun, hangs playfully, half-covering her lovely earlobe.
The pink lips were pursing at this time, biting a shell tooth, and their faces were all hardworking.
She laboriously lifted the full bucket from deep in the well. Taking another breath, he moved the wooden bucket to the gray brick floor near the well.
"Hoo!" The girl raised her pink cheeks, exhaled a stale air, and stretched out her white hand as a fan, fanning her cheek.
Hearing the sound of the wooden barrel on the ground, the door of the wooden house squeaked open, and an old man came out of it.
The old man ’s hair is black and white, and his face is wrinkled. Although a pair of old eyes are vicissitudes, occasionally they will flash a flash of sharpness. It's like an old tiger. Although it is old, the tiger is still there.
"Girl, this bucket is too heavy, so I asked Dad to mention it. Why are you secretly pouring vegetables on my back?" The old man looked at the girl by the well with a loving expression on his face.
"Daddy!" the girl yelled sweetly, "You came back so late yesterday for hunting. You should sleep a little longer this morning. It's just a bucket, you see, am I going to bring it up? "
"You, love stubbornness!" The old man's tone was helpless, and his eyes were drowned.
He took a big step, walked to the well, stretched out a hand, and easily grabbed the bucket: "Come, girl, dad and you are cooking vegetables."
The air is filled with the fragrance of weeds and wildflowers, and the summer wind blows warmly, brushing the treetops, and it turns into a fresh and deep.
On the vegetable field in front of the wooden house in the mountain, the daughter scoops water with a scoop, bends down, and carefully pours the vegetables. My father was responsible for fetching water, and the two buckets were exchanged in turn. The warm atmosphere of a family permeates this small space.
"Well, after all, it's old. You can't move it a few times." After a while, the old man stood by the well, wiped the sweat from his head, and sighed deeply.
The girl turned back, smiled like a flower, and said, "Dad, you finally know it. You're already old, and you will love stubbornness all day long. Tell you how many times, let the second brother go hunting, you It's time to lie down at home and enjoy the blessing. "
"Hehehe." The old man laughed and nodded. "It's really enough to break through this mountain forest according to your brother's ability. Especially his archery is better than when I was younger. But there are I don't worry about him at all. He is too wild. He brazenly uses force and wants to fly. Hey, young people love fantasy, and they all have this problem.
"Daddy ..." The girl prolonged her voice.
The old man laughed more happily, and joked, "Yes, and you. You are not too young, and it is time to find an in-law's house. Dad looks for you, and my girl is the only one in this area. One, don't worry about finding a good one! "
Two red clouds rose suddenly on the girl's face, and she was too shy to speak.
The old man looked at the sky as if he had seen a bright future, and he sighed, "When your second brother has a bit to lose, and he has converged, I will stop and never go up again. I will look for you again A good wife's family, watching you marry and have children, it is best to have a big fat boy, hey, your father and I will bring grandsons, and you will be satisfied. It ’s really not easy for a person to be a hunter. How many can be a hunter? Beginning and ending? Well, my young partner is gone now, and your father and me are left. "
"Dad. You said that wrong." The girl smiled and comforted, "What's left is you, aren't you still us?"
"Oh ... huh?" The old man laughed, and just about to speak, suddenly heard the movement, and looked back abruptly.
The bamboo fence gate was snapped open from the outside.
"You are Wang Laohan?" Fang Yuan had a cold face, his eyes were faint, and he held the moonlight on his right hand first.
The old man was taken aback. When he saw the moonlight in Fang Yuan's hands, he immediately fell to his knees: "Old man sees Master Yanshi!"
"Wang Laohan, your son dared to offend me and was killed by me. Bring his body up!" Fang Yuanju looked down, stared at the old man kneeling on the ground, and opened the door to see the mountain.
As soon as his words fell, two young hunters walked in from outside the fence, one of them was in front, and the other was carrying Wang Er's body behind.
Seeing this corpse, Wang Laohan shivered suddenly!
"Second Brother——!" the girl yelled sternly and immediately rushed over, rushed to Wang Er's body, and burst into tears.
"Girls of the Wang family ..." The two young hunters saw the woman they were crying in front of themselves, and they couldn't bear it. They wanted to persuade, but couldn't say.
"Wang Laohan, I heard that you are a headhunter, the most famous hunter in several nearby villages. You are so old, and you can go up the mountain to hunt, every time you gain a lot. This is good."
Fang Yuan said that he paused here, and continued expressionlessly, "Draw a picture for me now, showing the locations of all the traps in the mountains nearby, and during your hunting in these years, observe Summary of the distribution of the beasts. If you draw it, I will forgive your son for offending me. I ca n’t draw it—hum.
These villages are under the control of ancient moon cottages. The villagers in the village are all serfs of the ancient Yue tribe.
Now that the second king commits an offence and offends the master, according to the clan rules, the whole family must be implicated!
Wang Laohan shook again, and almost collapsed to the ground. Such a blow was too big and sudden for him.
"Murder, you are the murderer of my second brother! You are killing people and come to Xingshi to plead guilty? I want revenge for my second brother!" the girl yelled, her voice was full of hatred and anger from the other side. Rushing towards Fang Yuan.
But while she was still on the way, she was slammed out by a figure to stop it.
It is not the two young hunters who are holding her back, but her old father.
"Miscellaneous things!" Wang Laohan gave a low roar, shook his hand and slap, and knocked the girl to the ground.
"Your second brother is dead. Do you want to die too? Do you want me to be a father and be lonely?" The old man said these words, his old tears twitched, and his body was shaking violently. .
"Daddy!" The girl was soberly beaten, her eyes were full of tears, her voice was full of pain, unwillingness, grievance, pity, hatred, and helplessness.
The old man turned around, facing Fang Yuan, his knees were soft, and he knelt down on the ground again, and his forehead touched the ground, kneeling deeply at Fang Yuan's feet. His voice choked and trembled: "Master Yan is on, my son offends you, it's really dead! I'll draw a map for you. You are magnanimous, please forgive us."
Fang Yuan's face was mild and he looked down at the old man with a subdued look: "You can rest assured, as long as you draw it truthfully, I will spare you. But you better not lie to me, if you find me a little doubt , Your life is hard to protect! "
"The old man understands, the old man understands." Wang Lietou still gimmicked his head, "Please Master Rong Xiao, go back and get the paper and pen."
"No." Fang Yuan waved his hands, looking at the two young hunters who came in awe of this trip, and ordered, "Go to the house, find me a pen and paper, and bring them out."
"Yes, Master Yanshi." The two young people trembled, and under the deterrence of Fang Yuan, they dared not defy them in the slightest.
"Sir, pen and paper are on the square table in the kitchen." Wang Laohan aside.
Fang Yuan's eyes flickered quietly, and he didn't speak.
The two hunters broke into the cabin and soon came out with paper and pen.
The paper here in Nanjiang is made of special bamboo paper. The paper is very hard and the paper color is a touch of green. This kind of paper is suitable for the humid climate in southern Xinjiang.
If it is rice paper, I am afraid that it will be wet by moisture after seven or eight days.
The old man is holding a pen, kneeling on the ground, and drawing black lines. Or curved or straight.
He drew more than ten bamboo papers. After a while, he handed them to Fang Yuan.
Fang Yuan hurriedly glanced at the two halves of these bamboos and handed them to the two young hunters: "Look, what's wrong with me. Every time I find an error, I will reward you a dollar. Stone! "
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