Lao Lang is an authentic Shanxi native. His home is in a small mountain village a hundred miles away from Dingxiang City. (《》)
The family has 50% of Susukana and cannot make ends meet. My parents are still alive, but they are old. I also have a lovely sister who follows me around like a follower every day, calling her brother, brother.
However, these...
These are just memories from ten years ago.
When I was sixteen years old, my hometown was hit by a drought. There was no harvest from the fields. Countless people starved to death in the village. Almost every day, you could see people with sad faces carrying their relatives and rolling up a straw mat.
Walking towards the wilderness.
At that time, the old wolf was growing up. He ate a lot every day. Moreover, he never seemed to have enough.
After the disaster, the situation at home became more and more serious.
Every day, I saw my old father squatting under the south wall with a gloomy face, smoking a dry cigarette, and his dim eyes were full of depression. The old wolf felt very sad.
After a month of this, when he saw more and more dead people being carried out in the village, the old wolf knew that he could not continue like this.
At home, the most I could eat was that I almost ate the normal rations at home.
If you don't have enough to eat, your family will suffer too.
If... I was gone, those few bags of rations would definitely be enough to feed my family for three months.
After a few months, I couldn’t believe that I couldn’t make any money!
At that time, Lao Lang covered his fists and said in his heart.
So, one early morning in late autumn, while his parents and younger sister were still sleeping at home, the old wolf quietly got up, wearing tattered trousers that exposed his buttocks, a pair of straw sandals, and carrying a whistle stick, and went out.
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Before leaving, Lao Lang had not forgotten. He left a letter to his family, telling them not to worry.
Lao Lang, who had never read a book, naturally couldn't write. He just used charcoal black to draw a picture on the wall.
In the painting, a little man was walking forward with his head buried in his hands. In front of him, there was a big ingot. Finally, the old wolf held his chin and looked at it, but felt that it was not realistic enough. So he used carbon black again.
On the ingot, a circle of light was drawn.
After doing all this, Lao Lang smiled honestly.
The autumn in Dingxiang gets very cold very quickly.
Although it is only October, the fields are already covered with white frost.
The cold wind in the early morning blew on people's faces, numbing them.
The old wolf, who had no possessions, stood outside the dilapidated yard. After taking a look at the thatched hut embracing the wind, he knelt on the ground and murmured in his heart.
"Father, mother, son went to make money!"
After saying this, the old wolf put his hands on the ground and kowtowed three times. The latest chapter of the Holy Church grabbed the whistle stick next to him, then no longer hesitated and walked towards the green dusk in the distance.
In the green morning mist, the old wolf was alone and without anything. He only held a whistle stick and walked hungry towards an unknown future.
However, what he didn't know was that after he walked away, the door of the dilapidated hut slowly opened.
A pair of elderly people held a little girl with a runny nose in their arms. They were crying and looking at the old wolf walking further and further away...
That year, the old wolf, who had never traveled far, was sixteen years old.
After leaving the village, the old wolf walked in the direction of Dingxiangcheng pointed by the old man in the village.
Along the way, the hungry old wolf walked slowly on roads of different shades under the scorching autumn sun.
At noon, no grain of rice had been eaten, and the old wolf standing at the low water level could no longer walk.
After seeing a forest in front of him, the old wolf wanted to go in and take a rest, drink water and eat cakes, and then continue on his way.
However, after walking into the woods, the old wolf was surprised to find that there were dozens of people resting in the woods.
These people were dressed in rags and had sallow faces and thin skin. The old people held their children in their arms and kept humming songs to coax the crying children to sleep.
The women, on the other hand, had dull eyes and sat aside, looking at the grass on the ground in a daze.
The young men had sad faces. They looked at the old people and children not far away. Then they lowered their heads and sighed.
When the old wolf walked into the woods, the eyes of these people suddenly focused on the old wolf.
To be precise, it was gathered on the shriveled package on the old wolf whistle stick.
Being stared at by so many wolf-like eyes, the old wolf, who was still a young boy with a simple personality, was immediately frightened. After a hard smile, he turned around and left.
"Don't leave!"
Suddenly, a man stood up, grabbed the stick in his hand, pointed at the old wolf and shouted loudly.
As soon as these words came out, the old wolf made a loud noise and went blank.
I panicked and said in my heart: It’s over, I’ve encountered a calamity!
Although he was panicking, the old wolf was still very clever, and the children in the village had developed a good body.
Seeing that the situation was not going well, the old wolf did not dare to stay any longer, turned around and ran away.
The man behind him shouted and grabbed him, then led four strong men in pursuit.
Hunger brings out a person's last potential. The dozen or so men behind him ran very fast at this moment. In the blink of an eye, they caught up with the old wolf who was panicking and pushed him to the ground.
With a plop, the old wolf fell to the ground, his mouth filled with dirt.
Behind him, four or five men worked hard together, putting their knees on the old wolf's neck and pressing it hard. ""
The old wolf, whose mouth was full of blood, was so frightened that he cried loudly and kept struggling.
The man was upset, so he raised his hand and gave the old wolf a hard slap in the face.
This time, the stunned old wolf stopped crying. He knew that if he continued to cry, he would probably be killed by these people.
The man looked better when he saw that the old wolf seemed to be frightened and stopped crying.
Then, he stretched out his hand and forcefully snatched the shriveled package from the old wolf's hand.
After standing up, he glanced at the package in his hands, and with both hands, he tore it open violently with a scraping sound.
With a bang, a palm-sized buckwheat crust pancake fell out.
After the pancake fell to the ground, it rolled into the grass beside it with a roar.
Around a dozen men were stunned at this moment. Their eyes were filled with greed and hunger, and they were swallowing saliva. They stared intently at the pancake that had rolled into the grass and was stained with a lot of mud.
at every turn.
Suddenly, the burly man at the head walked over. He bent down and picked up the buckwheat cake.
Just when the old wolf thought that the man could swallow the cake alone, the four men standing behind the man looked at each other and suddenly pounced on the man and knocked the man to the ground.
Then, under the extremely frightened eyes of the old wolf, the four men strangled the burly man to death for a stolen cake.
Then, after strangling the man to death, three of the men suddenly attacked the strongest of the four of them.
The four of them were covered in mud and howled miserably.
On the side, the frightened old wolf hid behind a big tree, watching his pancake being turned into powder by four people and falling to the ground. He felt so sad that he cried until the sky was dark and the earth was dark.
From four people fighting, to two people fighting for their lives. Until the end, a man covered in blood hugged the piece of buckwheat cake, wiped the blood on his face, and laughed.
Beside him, there were three corpses in ragged clothes and blue faces lying scattered about.
The old wolf hiding behind the woods, when he saw the man opening his mouth to eat the only half piece of cake left, became anxious and grew evil.
After swallowing hard, the old wolf picked up a big stone at his feet. He tiptoed and walked gently towards the man.
The moment the man put the cake into his mouth, the old wolf behind him suddenly raised a stone and hit the man on the back of the head.
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After swallowing the cake he grabbed, the old wolf didn't dare to stay here any longer.
He put away his whistle stick, collected the packages scattered on the ground, tied them to the whistle stick, looked ahead, and left in a panic.
Behind him were three bodies that had been strangled to death with blue faces and one corpse whose head was smashed and brains were spilling out.
Along the way, the old wolf, who had killed someone for the first time, was panicked. He ran and looked back, for fear that the people behind him would catch up.
He kept running and running, and when he reached a river, he found that no one was chasing him. The old wolf breathed a sigh of relief.
Putting the whistle stick beside him, within arm's reach. The old wolf looked around and found that no one was there. Then he breathed a sigh of relief and squatted by the river, ready to wash his face.
However, when he picked up a handful of cool river water, the old wolf's body suddenly tensed up.
Behind him, there was a long and powerful breathing sound.
The old wolf's head was buzzing, and he was extremely panicked.
His heart was racing like lightning, and after thinking quickly, Lao Lang decided to take a risk and win once.
He took a deep breath, and then suddenly reached for the whistle stick next to him.
However, before he could touch the whistle stick, he suddenly felt a sharp pain in his neck.
His vision went dark, and the old wolf fell headlong into the river.
"Haha, I followed you all the way, how could I let you escape?"
A burly man with a scar on his face picked up the old wolf that had fallen into the river and threw it to the shore.
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He folded his arms and looked at the sixteen or seventeen-year-old child lying on his back on the grass, with no secret of joy in his eyes.
"Dare to fight and kill, and have a strategy. It would be a pity not to be a bandit!" The big man laughed loudly, then grabbed the old wolf's belt and threw it on the horse's back.
"Boy, you are lucky to meet me!"
The big man reached out and patted the old wolf's face, then got on his horse, raised his riding crop and gave it a hard swing.
"drive!"
After a fierce roar, the brown war horse ran towards the depths of the dense forest like an arrow from the string.
Ever since, Old Wolf has become a bandit with a bright future.
In the past five years, the old wolf, who came from a poor family, began to concentrate on becoming a bandit in order to provide food for himself and to provide more food for his family in the future. In the past five years, he took the lead in robbing homes and houses.
Gradually, Lao Lang also made his way to the top in the village.
During a robbery, Lao Lang and the others were unfortunate enough to encounter Turks who broke into Dingxiang and disguised themselves as a caravan.
A bloody fight began.
How could the bandits be a ragtag group of well-trained and strong opponents? After a fierce battle, the bandits who suffered heavy losses cried and fled.
However, these thieves did not forget to snatch a small box from the Turks before leaving.
I originally thought that the Turks would not take it seriously. However, they were wrong, and very wrong.
When the Turks saw that the small box had been snatched away, they immediately pursued it like crazy beasts, waving their scimitars.
After a chase, the exhausted Old Wolf and the others were finally surrounded by the Turks.
When the bandits saw this, they were frightened and handed over the small box and begged for their lives. But the bloodthirsty Turks just sneered and waved their butcher knives.
Forced with no way out, the bandits shed their true nature as outlaws.
Screaming and with red eyes, he fought with the Turks again.
At that time, the old wolf, who was seriously injured, used all his strength to push a Turkic official to the ground. Then, with his whole body weak, he felt overwhelmed and cruelly bit off the Turkic man's throat with his mouth.
The smelly blood rushed straight to the old wolf's head.
The nauseating feeling instantly caused Lao Lang to pass out on the spot.
When he woke up, he was already in the village.
At that time, when the boss saw him waking up, he laughed loudly, patted his shoulder and said, "Well done, you didn't embarrass us Mr. Zhou, old wolf!"
As a result, Lao Lang's name began to spread among the major villages in the Taihang Mountains.
Five years later, the old wolf, who was already the second in charge of the family, carried a hundred taels of silver and rode a tall horse, like a high-ranking official returning to his hometown. He headed towards the small mountain village outside Dingxiang City with a very poor memory.
Along the way, the old wolf was shaking the money in his hand, thinking about the happy scene when he returned home, his parents and his little sister were all smiling.
With such a mood, Lao Lang was in a good mood along the way.
However, five years later, everything has changed.
When Lao Lang returned to the mountain village on horseback, his face turned pale instantly when he saw the village that had been razed to the ground. His eyes went dark, and he fell off the horse. After falling to the ground, he fell unconscious.
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Gululu, the silver ingots in my arms were scattered all over the floor. They rolled everywhere.
I don't know how long he was in coma, but when he woke up, he found that he was in the army.
He looked through his arms and found that the hundred taels of silver had long since disappeared.
The lost old wolf slumped on the ground, muttering to himself like a fool: little sister, mother, father.
It was not until noon that a ten-year-old soldier walked into the tent and brought a white steamed bun to the old wolf. The old wolf, who was in despair, came back to his senses.
That soldier's name is Xiao Wang Er.
Later, Lao Lang stayed in the military camp. Gradually, Lao Lang's courage to fight and his good kung fu made him more and more famous in the army.
Moreover, later on, Lao Lang also learned the whole story of the tragedy in his family.
In the second year after he left, the Turks went south. No one in the village, old or young, was spared, and they all died tragically under the iron hoofs of the Turks.
Since then, Lao Lang has been looking forward to the day when he can set foot on the grassland to avenge his parents, little sister, and the elders in the village.