Volume II Winter Lake Chapter 219 Let's go, let's go
Looking at the formation of the tribesmen, the woman knew that the thing she was most afraid of had happened after all. Looking at the mud on her body, smelling the stench, thinking about what might happen, fear and grievance were intertwined in her heart, and tears couldn't stop her.
It flowed down and looked at the patriarch and said in a trembling voice: "What's wrong?"
The strong man looked at her angrily and roared: "You put a foreigner man in the house, and you dare to ask us what's wrong with us? You, an unfamiliar bitch, have simply shamed the whole clan."
The woman was silent and looked down, panicked and didn't know how to speak. Although she wanted to defend herself, nothing happened between herself and the man from the countryside, she knew that the tribe members could not believe it at all, and more importantly, she knew very well.
I am indeed unfaithful and I really want to have something happen to that man from another country.
The patriarch coughed twice, stopping the villagers from smashing and smashing everywhere. He walked to the woman, looked at her slightly lowered head, glanced at her plump breasts, and sighed and said, "Linzi,
Although you are a Chinese from Monthly, can we treat you badly after you marry into our village?"
The woman lowered her head and said tremblingly, "There have been all the faults of the Fourth Master and his tribe members for taking care of her over the years."
The patriarch's face suddenly turned cold and said, "After Brother Cheng's death, I will make you remarry. If you refuse to marry, you say you want to keep your integrity for Brother Cheng, then we will follow you, but what are you now?"
When the woman heard this, she looked up at the former Zhuang and sighed, thinking sadly, "Class leader, you want me to remarry your son, how can this work? When Brother Cheng took herbs and died after falling off the cliff, he was
Who knows what happened at that time?
At this moment, he walked out of the house towards the little tree.
The villagers were even more angry when they saw that the man from the countryside did not escape and dared to appear in front of them. They waved their hoes in their hands and prepared to come forward and beat him to death.
But the clan elder stopped everyone in a strange way.
Chao Xiaoshu had listened in the house for a moment, and looked at the situation in the venue and knew what was going on. When he was in Chang'an, he knew that the people of Dahe were conservative in traditions, especially the women in rural villages and towns had extremely low status.
, but I didn't expect such a storm to be caused.
He walked to the patriarch and explained a few words sincerely.
The patriarch shook his head expressionlessly and said, "This matter involves the reputation of our clan. How can we let such a shameless woman go at will?"
He said calmly to Xiaoshu: "If I really have an affair with her, will the patriarch also punish me."
The patriarch looked at him and was silent for a moment and said, "I know you are Tangren, so as long as you apologize and give a favor and leave another silver for compensation, you can leave."
He glanced at Xiaoshu at the trembling woman and asked, "What are you going to do with her?"
Before the patriarch could speak, the strong man said viciously: "Soak the pig cage!"
The three words "soaked in the pig cage" seemed to have a strange temptation to these villagers. Suddenly shouting sounded throughout the courtyard, shouting that they wanted to soak the women in the pig cage. Finally, they took off their clothes and beat the board first.
Looking around the little tree, looking at the greedy and obscene expressions in the eyes of the men, looking at their distorted and deformed faces because of excitement, he whispered: "This kind of person seems to be killing."
The courtyard under the big banyan tree suddenly became quiet.
The tribe members seemed to feel that they had heard something, but they were a little unbelievable. The patriarch's face suddenly turned gloomy and he looked at what he was about to say to Xiaoshu.
However, without waiting for him to speak, he turned to Xiaoshu and looked at the woman, and asked gently, "Do you think you can kill these people?"
The woman's body was slightly stiff and she woke up after a while.
She was already desperate. However, looking at Chao Xiaoshu's gentle expression, she felt that she hoped was returning to her body.
She looked at the detested tribe members, and her body suddenly trembled violently, and she cried and said, "I am not from this village, I am from the forest of Yuelun Country. I was sold here by human traffickers.
My husband is dead. They want me to marry the son of the patriarch. I don’t want to marry, I don’t want to marry..."
She never said these words to outsiders, because there were no outsiders in this closed and remote village, and no one believed her. Even if she believed it, no one dared to sympathize with her.
So she wants to know the story outside. She wants to have a story with the world outside.
At this moment, she finally shouted out all these words because she wanted to survive.
"Just kill it."
Looking at the people in the yard at Xiaoshu, he asked, "Which one can kill?"
The woman pointed to the white-haired patriarch and the strong man and said tremblingly: "This father and son deserve the most."
He walked two steps forward towards the little tree.
The tribesmen in the yard raised the iron forks in their hands and wanted to hit him.
The fence was trampled by these people.
Pick up a piece of bamboo towards the small tree.
Then he waved two waves.
The head of the patriarch and the strong man flew up.
The tribesmen stared at this scene in a daze, their faces suddenly turned pale. Someone shouted, everyone fled everywhere like crazy, and no one cared about the two corpses that fell on the fence.
"Murder!"
"Go and report to the official!"
The terrified and desperate shouts sounded terrifyingly in the village, shocking the fish in the pond, disturbing the birds in the banyan trees, and tearing the peace and rules that have lasted for thousands of years.
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The headless corpse of the patriarch and his son is still lying in the simple courtyard.
The woman's face was pale and her body was slightly trembling, but the luster in her eyes was brighter than in the past decade.
Looking at Xiaoshu, he asked, "Do you still have nostalgia for this village and this yard?"
The woman shook her head and murmured, "How could it be?"
He said to Xiaoshu, "Then let me go."
The woman looked at his eyes in surprise, her eyes full of surprise, and said nervously: "Okay."
She was nervous, so she didn't ask him where he was going, where she wanted to go with him, and where he was going as long as she could leave the village, she would be willing to go with him.
However, at this time, Chao Xiaoshu suddenly became silent, his eyebrows slightly frowned, as if he was a little hesitant, and some words should not be said at this time.
The woman's body was slightly stiff, and after a moment of silence, she said bitterly: "Yes, I am a shameless and unfaithful woman. Where can I take it home? You should give me some silver and I will live by myself. In the end, I will have to
I ask for money from you, but I don’t care about being ridiculed by you.”
Looking at Xiaoshu, he said, "I will only give a kind of silver to women."
The woman's face was pale and said sadly: "So that's it. Unfortunately, although I am an unfamiliar widow and want to give you my body, I don't want to make money from you by relying on my body."
He looked at Xiaoshu quietly in her eyes and said gently: "You misunderstood. I mean I only know how to give my wife household use, but I don't know if you want to use household use."
The woman was stunned for a long time before she woke up.
She rubbed her eyes, wanted to cry, but she felt a little embarrassed.
He looked at Xiaoshu and smiled, walked into the house and picked up his luggage, then walked into the yard, looking at the woman who was still in a daze. He said, "Let's go."
The woman took the bag from his hand.
The two left.
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Ning Que has been thinking about three things.
The first thing is. Why can the ascetic monk Taoist stone find itself accurately in Chang'an City? Is there anyone behind this? The second thing is that if Jiange provoked the academy and was wearing a sword towards the small tree
After the capture, there was a shadow of the Temple Judgment Department. So where would Chao Xiaoshu not be in Jiange? The third thing is how to reply to the request of Xiling Temple to take Sangsang away.
The next two things are related to the Xiling Temple. Thinking of Cheng Lixue's attitude towards the Judgment Office, he thought he should go to Nanmen to watch it, and at least he could inquire about some things.
The great priest of Tianyu now stayed in the Nanmen Temple and wanted to negotiate with such a big figure. First of all, of course, we must unify our own opinions, so that we can refer to them together.
"Girls always have to have some ideals in life. Look at Daozi, her ideal is very simple. They just want to go to the end of the long path of practice. When you look at Situ Yilan, they just want to become the most amazing in the history of the Tang Dynasty.
Female General. Even the little brat Tang Xiaotang wants to be the most powerful woman in the world."
Ning Que stood behind Sangsang and muttered. Sangsang squatted by the well, concentrating on pickling the little yellow croaker, and didn't like to pay attention to him at all. He didn't want to discuss this matter with him.
"Only with ideals can there be pursuits, and life can be fulfilled. A woman without ideals will eventually become a godless fish eyeball and a salted fish that cannot be turned over."
Ning Que looked at her thin back and sighed and said, "Of course I don't want you to leave, but since you have the ability, it would be too a pity to spend your time in food, rice, oil and salt every day. I'm afraid that I will wait for you to grow old in the future.
, I will be afraid of my current choice."
Sangsang placed the pickled fish in the bamboo basket, washed his hands with the slightly cool well water, turned to look at him and said, "I have thought about this carefully, but I still don't want to go to Xiling."
Ning Que asked, "Why?"
Sangsang said seriously: "It's still the same old question. Who will cook and wash your feet after I leave?"
Ning Que said: "This is indeed a troublesome problem. It is easy to find a few more maids. The problem is that if I leave you, I always feel uncomfortable when I sleep."
After a while, he shook his head and said with emotion: "But it is impossible for the Xiling Temple to lose the Master of Light from now on because no one cooks vegetables, cooks, and has no sleep.
I will be published in history books, and I will definitely be dug up the grave and exposed my body by future generations."
That night, the master and servant had an extremely in-depth conversation about this matter, and they talked until late at night to reach a preliminary conclusion and fell asleep tiredly.
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The next morning, Ning Que and Sangsang finished washing and breakfast. They were about to go to the South Gate to pay homage to the great priest of Tianyu when they suddenly heard the sound of rituals and music from a distance outside the shop.
The sound of rituals and music gradually approached the Forty-seven Alley from a distance. Wherever the sound reached, there were first a loud discussion and shouting, and then there was absolute peace.
Ning Que was a little surprised and pushed open the door of Lao Bizhai to look at the alley. He saw that the petals were scattered all over the sky, and the music was lit up. A divine chariot was slowly coming under the solemn and solemn ceremonial guard.
The throne of the Heavenly Yu is here.
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(Damn this chapter was finished in just one hour. As expected, I still like to write this kind of rural thunder-striking literature, starting with Yingxiu? Chapter 3 strives to come out before twelve o'clock.) (To be continued. If you like it,
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