The person lying at Jin Feng's feet was none other than his uncle Guan Zhuzhu.
Ever since Jin Feng drove him away from Xihewan because of the spinning wheel incident, Guan Zhuzhu never dared to go to his house again.
The two of them never spoke again.
"Sister...sir, where is Xiaorou? Is she okay?"
Guan Zhuzi was a little nervous when he saw Jin Feng. He originally wanted to call him brother-in-law, but in the end he changed his mind and called him sir like the other villagers.
"Xiaorou is fine. I asked her to rest at the small tower in Heishuigou."
Jin Feng scooped up a bowl of water: "You are my uncle, wouldn't calling me husband make people laugh? You can call me brother-in-law from now on. After a few days of free time, I will bring my sister-in-law to visit the house. Xiaorou and
Xiao'e has been thinking of you all."
Last time the bandits from Tiegunshan attacked Xihewan, Guan Sanye took the men from Guanjiacun to support, and Guan Zhuzhu went there. This time when he encountered danger, he came again.
In fact, Jin Feng was just angry at him for treating the textile factory as his own home and criticizing Tang Dongdong, the factory director. In fact, there was no difficulty between the two.
After all, Guan Zhuzhu is Guan Xiaorou's eldest brother. The two of them are not happy, and it is difficult for Guan Xiaorou to be in the middle.
Jin Feng believed that through this incident, Guan Zhuzhu would have a better memory, so he took advantage of this opportunity to untie the knot.
"Uh-huh!"
Guan Zhuzhu grinned happily.
He knew that by saying this, Jin Feng had completely forgiven him for his previous nonsense.
"Brother, thank you for your hard work!"
Jin Feng patted Guan Zhuzhu's shoulder and handed him the water bowl.
"It should, it should..."
Guan Zhuzhu took the water bowl and drank it in one gulp.
Jin Feng nodded and continued to pour water for the next villager.
When he reached the end of the team, Jin Feng's heart suddenly tightened and he was a little afraid to step forward.
At the end of the team was a pair of grandfather and grandson. The old man was already over fifty, and the child was only thirteen or fourteen years old. His physical strength was not as good as that of a strong man, so he fell to the back.
They are Shuanzi's father and son, and Shuanzi died in the previous battle.
What needs to be faced will eventually be faced. Jin Feng took a deep breath and then scooped up a bowl of water.
Jin Feng always handed water to others with one hand, but now Jin Feng switched to both hands and solemnly handed the water bowl to the old man.
"Uncle Guan Qi, thank you for your hard work!"
The old man was stunned for a moment, and then his eyes suddenly turned red.
He guessed it.
But the old man didn't say anything immediately. He took the bowl of water with trembling hands, mixed with his dripping tears, and drank it in one gulp.
"Niwazi, thank you for your hard work!"
Jin Feng took the water bowl and gave another bowl of water to Shuanzi's son.
The child obviously didn't think much about it. He took the water bowl and drank it all, wiped his mouth with his sleeve and asked:
"Mr. Jin, where is my father? Why didn't I see him?"
He was looking for Shuanzi in the crowd just now, but he couldn't find it.
"Niwazi, I..."
Jin Feng didn't know how to tell Niwazi that his father had died in the battle.
"Sir, is my son still brave enough to fight?"
The old man suddenly asked.
"Be brave! In every battle, you will always be the first to win!"
Jin Feng replied.
"Has my son ever retreated from battle?"
The old man asked again.
"Never! Until death in battle, never take a step back!"
Jin Feng replied again.
"Very good, it's me, the son of the Guan family, and I didn't embarrass my ancestors!"
The old man laughed with tears in his eyes: "If I can follow you to kill bandits and do harm to the people, my son will be honored even if he dies. Don't worry about it, sir. This is the best destination for my son Guan!"
Jin Feng did not answer, but followed Dakang etiquette, cupped his hands in front of his body, and bowed deeply to the old man.
Zhang Liang and other veterans who were following Jin Feng also saluted.
This is a sign of respect for the relatives of fallen comrades.
The men who were in high spirits just now also fell silent at this time.
The old man did not give in and accepted it calmly.
"My father is dead?"
Niwazi finally came to his senses and burst out crying.
"Why are you crying?!"
The old man kicked Niwazi: "Your father is gone, and you will be the backbone of our family from now on. If you let me see you cry again, I will beat you to death!"
Niwazi sat on the ground and suppressed his crying.
But I couldn't hold back my tears, and I wiped them away more and more.
After standing up after the ceremony, Jin Feng pulled the child up from the ground, turned to look at the old man: "Uncle Qi, I'm sorry..."
"Mr. Jin, you have not failed me, and you have not failed Niwazi."
The old man said: "Old man, although I have never read a book and have never seen the world, I still understand some things.
I'm not afraid of Mr. Joke. When Shuanzi joined the veterans, our family had been without food for almost half a month. We ate wild vegetables every day. The children were so hungry that they couldn't walk. Shuanzi discussed with me that if it didn't work out, he would become a bandit. Anyway,
Grab some food and come back, don't let the children starve to death.
I was afraid that I would be too embarrassed to see my ancestors, so I didn't let him go. Then a few days later, Liangzi came and asked him to go to Xihewan.
Since joining the veteran team, Shuanzi has made more money in the past few months than I have earned in my entire life, and my family no longer has to worry about food and drink.
If you take money from your husband, you should work for him if something happens to you.
Besides, fighting bandits is to eliminate harm for the people, and it is honorable to die. No one who sees Niwazi and me in the future will dare to look down on us!
Old man, I really don’t blame you, it’s Shuanzi’s blessing to be your personal guard, it’s ten thousand times better than being a bandit!”
"I don't blame you, sir. When I grow up, I will be his personal guard and fight bandits just like my father!"
Niwazi also raised his head and said.
"Okay, I'll wait for you to grow up!"
Jin Feng patted the child on the shoulder: "But from now on, my personal guards must not only be able to fight, but also be able to read and write. Your homework must not be left behind!"
"Definitely not!"
Niwazi nodded heavily.
…
So many people came at once, and we finally had enough manpower.
Jin Feng first asked Zhang Liang to bury a pot nearby to cook, let the men eat, and then divided them into three teams.
The team with the smallest number of people sent the wounded and the bodies of dead veterans and female soldiers back to Xihewan.
The largest group was responsible for escorting the bandits who woke up one after another to Maomao Mountain.
The last team followed Jin Feng and rushed to the county government.
When we arrived outside the county capital, it was already dawn.
Jin Feng saw Iron Hammer in a forest outside the west city gate.
"Sir, you are really clever. Not long after we arrived, someone went to the city gate to call the door."
Iron Hammer excitedly pointed at a man covered in blood and said, "We didn't wait for the soldiers to open the city gate, so we knocked this guy unconscious and brought him back."
"Did you ask anything?"
Jin Feng glanced at the man and asked.
People who have not experienced it personally will never know how terrible the torture in the feudal era was.
The vast majority of people cannot bear it, so those heroic seniors in textbooks who can persevere are worthy of respect.
"Sir, when you say that, you look down on my hammer. Can you still ask me if I have a hammer in my hand?"
Tie Chui said: "This guy confessed that the bandits who ambushed Mr. Zhao this time were the three of them, County Lieutenant Zhao, Mr. Peng, and Mr. Zhu, who instigated a man named Mr. Feng to do it!"
"It's really them!"
Jin Feng narrowed his eyes slightly, with a strong murderous intent in his eyes!
