Yang Ding and his wife looked at each other, their disappointment fleeting.
"Yang Xuan has hit a tiger!" someone shouted.
The eyes of Yang Ding and his wife burst out with excitement, and they all rushed out.
"Get rich!"
Yang Ding's family gathered around the tiger, and Yang Xuan was pushed to the outside.
He was very hungry and glanced at his mother, Mrs. Wang.
"Dalang and Erlang's marriage has been settled."
Wang clapped her hands ecstatically.
Yang Xuan slowly entered the kitchen, found a piece of dry biscuit, and squatted beside the stove, leaning against the stove mouth, gnawing on the remaining warmth of the ashes in the stove.
The cold wind outside blew, but his body did not move at all.
There was a wisp of heat behind me, but it was as cold as frost in front of me.
Just like the human world.
"Saburo!"
The woman who spoke kind words for him came in. When she saw him squatting and eating dry biscuits, she sighed: "Are you hungry? Why don't you get some game from the mountain and bake it?"
Yang Xuan looked up and smiled, "I am young and not afraid of hunger."
Yang Ding's voice came from outside, "This tiger skin is just an arrow, and it can be exchanged for a lot of money. The Ming government promised benefits, and Shiro was only nine years old. I asked the Ming government to let him go to school. The old Yang family also wanted to produce a scholar."
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Wang's voice was full of pride, "If this tiger is delayed for even half a day, its waist will be broken. Hurry and cut it open and send it to the Ming Dynasty."
"Are you starving yourself so that the tiger's kidneys can be fresh, and you came here in such a hurry?" The woman looked at Yang Xuan, her lips twitching, "Your parents... don't be angry."
Yang Xuan said calmly: "I'm not angry."
The dried biscuit just reached his throat and became stuck there. Yang Xuan picked up the water ladle and took a sip of water before swallowing it.
The cold well water froze all the way down my throat.
The woman persuaded him for a while, then sighed and left.
Yang Xuan ate the dry biscuits and went to the backyard to wash himself.
Wow!
A basin of water poured down from his head, and Yang Xuan's thin body turned slightly red.
He unconsciously rubbed the top of his thigh, where there was a birthmark he had carried since he was a child, which looked like a bird. People in the village would be very unscrupulous in joking. When they mentioned birds, both men and women would have indescribable weird smiles.
The young man was embarrassed to say that he had a bird birthmark.
Going up, there are more than ten scars on the thin chest and abdomen. The deepest one stretches diagonally from the left chest to the right lower abdomen. It is very deep. It was a souvenir left by a leopard that pretended to be dead when he was eleven years old.
.He stayed in the mountains for more than ten days. Fortunately, the exercises he had practiced since childhood helped him escape.
That skill was given to him by Yang Lue, saying it would allow him to live to be a hundred years old.
Yang Lue...
Yang Xuan's eyes turned gloomy.
From the time he can remember, Yang Lue would appear in his bedroom from time to time at night, take him quietly to the outside of the village, and teach him literacy, cultivation and weapons.
He didn't know who Yang Lue was, and Yang Lue refused to tell him. When he was five years old, Yang Lue asked him to ask Yang Ding and his wife that he wanted to study. But he was scolded by Yang Ding and Wang about studying.
Nothing settled, and finally Yang Lue started to teach him.
This made Yang Xuan a little confused. He even felt that Yang Lue was his father, but Yang Lue didn't even allow him to call him uncle.
Five years later, when he was ten years old, Yang Lue suddenly disappeared, interrupting Yang Xuan's speculations.
"Miss a woman?"
I don't know when a middle-aged man with a strong build and thick eyebrows appeared in front of him, but his eyebrows were as cold as the cold wind on the top of Dongyu Mountain.
"Yang Lue!" Yang Xuan took a step forward with joy, and then subconsciously grabbed his clothes.
Yang Lue's eyes swept over the scars on his chest and abdomen, and the coldness between his brows became more intense.
"Who did it?"
A murderous intention suddenly arose, Yang Lue's clothes swelled in the wind, the window lattice on the opposite side made a popping sound, and the door moved slightly.
The window lattice shattered suddenly, and the debris fell to the ground silently.
Yang Xuan lowered his head and looked at his chest and abdomen. He knew that Yang Lue had practiced well and should be about the same as the bad guys in the county. Otherwise, he wouldn't have been able to lead him quietly over the Yang family's fence.
"I did it accidentally."
It was noisy again at the gate. Yang Ding and Wang were talking about the marriage of the eldest and the second child, and how the fourth child would definitely be able to take the imperial examination in Chang'an and win the Jinshi...
But Yang Xuan was not included in all the arrangements.
"How did you spend the past five years?" After hearing those words outside, Yang Lue knew that the young man in front of him had probably suffered a lot in the five years since he was gone.
Yang Xuan wanted to talk about his situation in the past few years. He looked at the well and saw a deep groove pulled out by a rope. Every time he saw this groove, he felt warm. When he was six years old, he fell ill.
, Yang Lue happened to be away, and the doctor told him to soak in hot water. He vaguely heard Yang Ding fetching water in the backyard, and Wang scolding Wang Dalang to light a fire... The urgent voice made him feel at ease as he had never felt before. He wiped
With her hair down and her expression calm, she said, "That's how I spent my time."
What is this child hiding? Yang slightly hesitated, "You are not their child."
Yang Xuan, who was getting dressed, was stunned for a moment, "Have you been drinking? I'll get you a cup of hot tea, but the tea leaves are rough and don't have those spices, so don't dislike it."
"I haven't had a drink in the past fifteen years." Yang didn't move for a moment, the coldness between his brows seemed to have solidified, and he felt more and more that what he said was correct.
From a young age, Yang Lue's impression on Yang Xuan was that he meant what he said and never lied.
"You lied to me!" he trembled: "Then...whose child am I? Yours?"
There was even more hope in his eyes.
Yes, Yang Lue must have some unspeakable secrets, so he handed me over to the Yang family to be raised. Or...am I his illegitimate son? His wife didn't allow me to come in, so he sent me here.
Yang Lue shook his head, "You are the child of my friend. Your parents left when you were less than one year old. I took you to Xiaohe Village in Yuanzhou and gave Yang Ding and his wife a thousand dollars, and I will give you another thousand dollars every year thereafter.
His five hundred dollars is enough for their family to live on, and he can also support you."
"Those who are bought with money will also betray for the sake of money... I underestimated the human heart."
Yang Xuan was not stupid, he was even very smart. He instantly figured out why his parents were so indifferent to him and even abused him.
Yang Lue disappeared five years ago, and his annual five hundred dollars disappeared with him.
"Where have you been in the past five years?" Yang Xuan asked, his voice hoarse and his heart full of mixed feelings.
There was some movement outside, and Yang Lue said calmly: "I traveled far away for business five years ago. When I come back this time, I want to say goodbye to you."
Say goodbye?
"I'm only fifteen." At the founding of the People's Republic of China, in order to replace the population lost due to wars, the Tang Dynasty encouraged marriage at a young age. Since then, the age of marriage has been raised repeatedly.
Yang Lue shook his head, "I can't stay here for a long time. I must arrange everything for you before I leave. That little lady is the daughter of a scholar, but..."
He thought of Yang Ding and his wife's attitude towards Yang Xuan, and his murderous intent became more intense. "After you get married, you can go to Chang'an and there is no need to come back. I will visit you in due course."
Yang Xuan felt that his mind was in chaos. He tried hard to dispel those thoughts, knowing that Yang Lue must have something unspeakable.
Yang Lue took out a document and said, "This is the place of transfer, please keep it."
They had to pass through the village village, but Zhang Qiyuan didn't mention it, so it must be Yang Lue's forgery. Yang Xuan thought, could Yang Lue be a gangster? Or a knight-errant who likes to spy on women bathing... Otherwise, how could he use such methods?
"I will invite a matchmaker later."
Yang Lue regretted a little and felt that it was too early to say goodbye. But he refused to make a mistake to Yang Xuan.
Yang Xuan didn't pay attention to this, "Yang Lue, that skill..."
Yang Lue frowned, "That technique was left to you by your father, and it is said to be the most stable."
Stability often means mediocrity.
Yang Lue looked at Yang Xuan with complicated eyes.
When someone came, Yang Lue felt much more relaxed and flew away immediately.
"I want to get some things from the mountains. Are there any good hunters in the village?"
Outside the village, Yang Lue, who had used some means to disguise himself, wandered to the ditch and found a village woman washing clothes. Two copper coins fell on the dirty clothes. The woman picked them up, lest he regret it, and hurriedly
Said: "Yes! What do you want to fight?"
Yang Lue was surprised, "Can I still choose?"
The woman looked at him and suddenly smiled, "Yes!"
"Who?" Yang Lue asked.
The woman slapped her lower back with her backhand and said, "Yang Sanlang."
"That's still a boy!" Yang Lue clenched his fists, thinking of the scars on Yang Xuan's chest and abdomen.
The woman shook her head, "His parents are cruel! They beat and scolded Yang Sanlang when he was ten years old, forcing him to work, otherwise he would not be given food. But what can a ten-year-old do? There are only so many jobs in the fields.
Then Yang Sanlang went into the mountains carrying a bow, arrows and a long knife. How tall was he at that time? I still remember that the scabbard kept hanging on the ground, and he dragged it away. Just walking like this... looking back and wiping tears all the way. Later.
, I’ve never seen that child cry.”
…
Yang Xuan returned to his room in a daze, opened a wooden box and took out a bundle.
There are some sundries inside, all left by Yang Lue.
At this moment, it seems that this is what my parents left to me.
He took out a scroll and pressed the button skillfully.
"bite!"
A small dot flashed with green light, and Yang Xuan was a little excited, "Yes, yes."
He pressed a few buttons and the sound kept switching.
"Pop songs..."
"Prehistoric classical music..."
Yang Xuan pouted, "These are the most unpleasant things to hear."
He pressed the button again.
"economics……"
A girl's voice came, and Yang Xuan hesitated for a moment. He didn't want to hear this today, so he pressed the button again.
"Solar storms will affect satellite safety and interfere with space carriers and ground communications within the range..."
Yang Xuan sat on the ground, holding his knees with his hands, as if he was holding the whole world...
Half an hour later, the green light turned to red.
The girl's voice was urgent, "Low battery, automatic shutdown...Low battery, automatic shutdown..."