He snatched the hammer from Mo Tie's hand and said nervously: "Really, Dad, I really don't lie to you, there are really bandits."
"Don't talk nonsense, our place where birds don't poop is very poor, how could the bandits fall in love with this place? If they could come, they would have come long ago, and would they wait until now?" Mo Tie glared at Mo Feifan, took a small hammer from the side, and knocked it on the jingle.
Seeing that my father didn't believe in him at all, Mo Feifan's eyes rolled and he had an idea.
He remained silent and took a wooden spoon to scoop the water. While the ink iron was hitting the flaming iron, he suddenly poured the water into the hot iron stove.
"Sweep" a large ball of white fog rose, and the fire in the iron furnace suddenly went out. The iron was gone without fire, and Mo Tie couldn't stop now.
Seeing that the stove that he had worked hard to ignite was suddenly extinguished, Mo Tie's heart was filled with fire. Although he usually spoiled this young son, such troubles could not be tolerated. He threw down the hammer and forged hoe, widened his eyes and cursed, "What are you doing, you guy?"
"Dad, there are really bandits, I won't lie to you..." Mo Feifan, who was young, dared not look at Mo Tie's eyes, and his voice became smaller and smaller.
"I learned to lie at such a young age, and I won't beat you."
As he spoke, Mo Tie's big slap flew over. Seeing that Mo Feifan was about to be beaten, Hu Zi hurriedly pulled Mo Feifan away in desperation.
A gust of wind blew by. Mo Tie didn't hit Mo Feifan, but his right hand slapped the wooden pillar hard, and he cursed in pain. The latter's head was confused and stood like a wooden pillar, and he was at a loss for a moment.
"You bastard, you dare to hide, see if I won't slap you to death." As he said that, his red right palm raised high again. Seeing that there were five additional fingerprints on Mo Feifan's butt, Hu Zi quickly pulled Mo Feifan open and ran out the door.
Mo Tie wanted to catch up, but when Jiang heard the noise, he stepped out of the door: "Old Tie, what happened."
Mo Tie stopped when he heard the sound, pointed to the iron furnace that was still foggy and said loudly: "The good thing your baby son did has put out the fire that I have worked so hard to raise. Do you think he should fight?"
"Feifan? Why is this? Isn't he very well-behaved?" Jiang was puzzled and questioned.
Mo Tie was still angry, grabbed the small hammer next to him and threw it out loudly to vent his anger.
"Don't mention it, it was your precious son who personally exterminated him, saying that there were some bandits. I had to catch a fire again, and I had been wasting my time all the time."
Jiang was speechless.
Mo Feifan, who ran out of the house, was so anxious that his father didn't believe it at all. What should he do?
Just as they were worried, the little bald man and Erpang in the village came over sweating profusely. Needless to say, they had encountered the same kind of encounter as themselves, otherwise they would have followed their adults.
The adults didn't believe that the bandits would come to visit their village. The Mojia Village was too poor, and the poor could not arouse any interest in the bandits and horse gangs. After a series of two, many people ran back.
A dozen people ran back with a loss. Many of them had tears on their faces. Just thinking about it, they knew that they were crying and begging their parents to come. But no matter what method they used, it was a result - useless.
"We must rely on ourselves. Aren't the adults not protecting our village? Then we will do it ourselves." Mo Feifan's eyes flashed with the general's eyes, looking around at everyone.
Everyone couldn't believe their ears, rely on themselves?!
"Fefan, what do you think you should do?" Hu Zi saw that Mo Feifan was full of confidence and felt that he had his own attention, so he asked for everyone.
Mo Feifan rolled his eyes and pondered for a while: "We all stayed at the cemetery and waited for those people to come and then sneak attack them."
"But weren't they going in the wrong direction? What if they couldn't come back?" At this time, the older Hu Zi actually asked Mo Feifan's question.
Mo Feifan was very helpful. He responded with dimples exposed: "The bandits are not our stupid cows. They feel that the road is wrong and they will still come back."
"I heard from my father that bandits all use swords. When they kill people, they seem to kill pigs. Can we beat them?" A boy wiped his nose with his hand and asked timidly.
"This..." Mo Feifan really lost his mind for a moment.
Hu Zi, who was standing aside, looked at the children and waved his fists: "If you can't beat them, you have to hit them. Are you afraid?!"
"Afraid..." The children looked at me, and finally lowered their heads.
Hu Zi is the leader of everyone. Even if he is afraid, he has to pretend not to be afraid. He cursed: "Coward. If the bandits come, we can't escape. Hurry up and prepare the things."
As soon as the boss spoke, he immediately received support from many people.
"Brother Huzi is right, fight with them."
"Yeah, kill them away."
The children were very simple in their minds. They ignored anything whenever someone encouraged them. They had fought with bandits, but they just mingled and messed around.
Not long after, the children got together again. The empty hands were now holding the guys, such as wooden sticks, brooms, and feather dusters. Even Hu Zi, the guy in his hand was just a slingshot and a small stone.
This is a war, this is obviously a house play.
The only decent one was Mo Feifan. He was holding a thick dagger in his hand and a small hammer stolen from his father on his waist.
Seeing the guy in his friend's hand, Mo Feifan shook his head and said no. He said to Huzi, "Wait a minute, I'll get the things" and ran home like a flash. Not long after, he came back quickly like the wind, and there was an extra wooden box in his hand. Judging from his difficulty, this box should be very heavy.
The things in this box are all Mo Feifan's treasures. Even Mo Tie doesn't want to move, don't talk about others. The reason why he was able to move out this wooden box today shows how cruel he has made.
"Each of you has the same choice, don't ruin mine." Mo Feifan reminded.
With a creaking sound, the box opened. I saw all kinds of gadgets lying in the box. Mo Feifan had a hobby of collecting weapons and had dozens of treasures that were treasured.
"I like this." A chubby naughty boy picked up the iron bow on his face.
A hand full of dirt reached into the box and grabbed a slingshot. Unlike ordinary slingshots, this slingshot was actually made of small iron sheets.
"I want this, I want this."
Everyone took out their satisfied "weapons" from the box in a row, and in a short while, most of the things in the box were missing.
They can't usually play with these things, but now they don't miss them if they have the chance. After getting them, they have started playing with them for a while.
The children who changed their equipment were indeed different, like a "teenage army".
Slingshots, wooden sticks, wire bows... They are all full of heroic spirits and extremely arrogant.
"Let's go!" Hu Zi held a sabre with a proud look on his face and waved his pride. More than a dozen children with big fucks took the guy and followed him.
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Not far from the back mountain of Mojia Village, is the only cemetery nearby.
This cemetery is very large and surrounded by trees and grass. If you want to enter here, there is only one main road and five or six small roads.
Hu Zi asked a few children to guard the side of several roads and notify them whenever there was any movement. But he led a "large number of" people to guard the avenue where they recognized the bandits most likely to appear.
They were persistent and stayed for a long time. They didn't see the shadow of the "bandit" until the evening. Before the "bandit" came, the group was waiting for the children's parents.
A few hours before the evening, it was the time to herd cattle, but the children stayed here and tied the cow to death on the big tree. This made many parents so angry that seven or eight children were scolded and returned home, and several of them were even left with their ears twisted by the adults.
Seeing the fewer and fewer "army", Hu Zi angrily scolded those people as cowards. After not persevering for half an hour, he and a few children also drooped their heads and returned home in shame.
A glorious battle to "defend the village" was ruthlessly strangled in the cradle by reality. Such a result was a big blow to Mo Feifan, who firmly believed that the person coming was a bandit from the beginning. He lowered his head and did not speak.
Hu Zi beside him felt Mo Feifan's loss, patted his shoulder, and comforted him: "Feifan, it's a good thing that the bandits didn't come."
"Yes." Mo Feifan, who was extremely disappointed just now, immediately became happy. Yes, no matter what, it would be a great thing to do if there was no bandits in the village.
"Let's go, Feifan." Huzi took Mo Feifan's shoulder and went home happily. What they didn't know was that the two old fathers who were so angry that they had already been waiting for them with bamboo sticks.
Mo Feifan was beaten by the angry Mo Tie, and his butts were swollen on both sides. If it weren't for his mother Jiang's stopping him, his butt would probably have bloomed.
After my father Mo Tie scolded Mo Feifan for a long time, the family finally sat on the table and had a meal. Today's dishes were very rich. In addition to many dishes that Mo Feifan liked, there was also a big wolf leg.
The meat of wolf in general is sour, but in Mojia Village, the meat of wolf is extremely delicious. As for why, it can only be said to be the fate of God.
Although the Mojia Village is located in the mountains, it is still difficult to capture a smart beast like a wolf.
One of the reasons is that the wolf is very difficult to deal with. Even if it is accidentally caught by the trap, it will bite off its legs and escape. The wolf's strange character is not available to other animals.
There were wolf legs on the table today, which was so surprising.
"Dad, where did these wolf legs come from? They are so delicious." Mo Feifan pulled a few bites of rice into his mouth and chewed happily.
Mo Tie, who had not yet calmed down, glared at Mo Feifan again and said in a thick voice: "Why do you care about so much? Just eat yours."
Mo Feifan was shocked by his father Mo Tie's voice and did not dare to ask any more, so he had to eat honestly.
The loving mother Jiang saw it and hurried out to protect her: "Lao Tie, what are you doing? You scared the child."
"Hmph..." Mo Tie stretched out his eyelids and exhaled heavily.
Jiang ignored him and put several large pieces of meat into Mo Feifan's bowl one after another, and said with a smile: "This wolf leg was sent by your second uncle. I don't know what luck he had. He actually found several bitten dead wolf while hunting. Now, after returning from hunting, he sent half to our house."
Mo Feifan had a second uncle, who was one of the best hunters in a radius of hundreds of miles. He often went out to hunt in the middle of the night, and often couldn't forget to leave a copy of the things he got for his brother's house.
Mo Feifan likes this second uncle very much. If he hears about the second uncle's hunting, he must ask the whole thing. But today, Mo Feifan did not ask any interesting things as usual. He just pulled rice into his mouth, and the men in black appeared in his mind from time to time. He thought to himself, are the "bandits" really lost and can't come back?
As it turns out, there is no!
(ps, the excitement is about to begin. Please stay tuned for the next chapter of "Female Corpse". Also, please roll around and ask for collection, recommend, click, o(n_n)0. If you don't collect, please be careful of the female corpse looking for you tonight, hehe.)