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Chapter 179: The King of Hades asks for his life

After breakfast, Lao Qiao carried a hoe to work in the field, usually not at home, and finally came back for a trip, and he could give the family a hand to do a little bit. Sister-in-law Suo Ke Er said the Internet, and the most suspicious Yan Qing girl said

Old Joe thought about his son Qiao Dawei, who was not successful, and he was on fire in his heart, and the young men of twenty-five or six were not at ease to live in peace, and they were messing with a group of unemployed vagrants in the provincial city every day, and they were really afraid that he would cause a big mess one day and put himself in.

The two women in the house are busy with the house, and it is not easy to blame.

Alas--Old Qiao sighed, thinking: When the girl gets married, I should also come back, guarding one acre and two points of land, and I will be satisfied with the rations of two people, and the money will be earned, the left hand in, the right hand out, when is it a head. If Dawei becomes a little more successful and marries a daughter-in-law, the mother and son can still be companions, and I can earn a few more years of money--that's it, I'm afraid there is no hope!

Old Joe climbed up a dirt slope, crossed a ravine between the two mountains, walked a dozen miles along a winding path, and stopped at the edge of a steep slope, where his land was downhill and against the edge of the cliff.

Lao Qiao used a hoe and pestle on the ground, slowly moving his steps down the slope, some days have not been in the field, and his feet are not as stable as before.

Walking into his own field, Lao Qiao wiped his sweat and began to dig the ground with a hoe.

At three o'clock in the morning, he had already dug half a box of ground, sat down to rest, lit a dry cigarette roll, took two puffs, felt that it was fragrant, and suddenly had strength.

He looked at the opposite hill and had a unique nostalgia for this land in his heart.

Ancestors have lived on this land for generations, and it is this mountain, this land, that has raised generations of old and young.

The older generation said that this piece of land at home is a cornucopia, and if you keep it, the family will not go hungry.

Lao Qiao's generation still firmly believes in this, but in the eyes and mouths of the next generation, it has completely changed.

Qiao Dawei once laughed at the ignorance of the old people, he said: "Where rabbits don't, there is a lack of water, and there is a sun, and there is a cornucopia, and no one wants it for nothing!"

The baby is older, has its own ideas, refuses to stay at home, dislikes the family's house is low and dilapidated, dislikes the village is deserted, boring, and says that even if he asks for food in the city, he refuses to come back.

Sometimes, Lao Qiao also thought about making a heart, so he went to be the son who had never given birth to this disobedient and unfilial son. However, his son and mother, his wife is used to him and spoils him, and he is used to becoming the demon king of the world.

Lao Qiao is not used to it, and sometimes he always thinks: I also say that people in the city are spoiled by babies, I see, the eldest brother doesn't say the second brother, one thing, even, in the countryside, the patriarchal thinking is serious, and many families have praised their sons as treasures, and in the end, it is not that they have suffered themselves.

Thinking a lot, Lao Qiao looked at the cigarette butt with some reluctance, made up his mind, extinguished the pestle on the mud mound, stood up and moved a few steps, and continued to plow the ground with a hoe and a hoe.

Before he knew it, he was approaching the edge of the cliff. To be on the safe side, he turned around and stepped back to hoe the ground facing the cliff.

He looked up at the sky, the sun was shining, it was noon, he told Xiao Tao before he came, he didn't go back to eat at noon, she was responsible for delivering food, hurry up, hoe the ground one day today, Ming'er back some dry dung to cover the ground, you can plant potatoes.

The artichoke that grows in this field is large, floury, sweet, and delicious. Thinking of this, Lao Qiao was very happy, as if he had seen a bumper harvest.

He was attentive and energetic, always feeling that he was still young.

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Qiao Xiaotao made lunch, waited for the old mother to eat, took medicine, fed the pigs and chickens, and then carried the bamboo basket containing food and water, and walked towards the mountain.

Along the way, she hummed a little song and was in a happy mood, these jobs were originally done by her, and when her father came back, she was idle.

Qiao Xiaotao originally stopped his father and didn't let him go to work in the fields, so that he could have a good life and recuperate, but he insisted that he was not in the way, and stubbornly carried the hoe and left.

Qiao Xiaotao thought to herself: My father said that he was coming back to recuperate, but he didn't look like he was sick, but he seemed to be hiding his thoughts.

She specially fried two poached eggs for her father to treat him, and brought him a pot of soju behind her mother's back. Earlier, her father told her that when people are tired, drink a little soju to relieve their fatigue.

Qiao Xiaotao crossed the gorge and jogged happily on the sheep intestine path, wanting to surprise her father, but she didn't call him.

Suddenly, she tripped over an alpine vegetation under her feet, stumbled forward a few steps, and the bamboo basket almost flew out of her hand.

When she stood still and looked up, she was stunned by the scene in front of her, a burly man in black, reaching out to push her father's back.

"Dad-" With Qiao Xiaotao's sad shout, Old Qiao flew towards the cliff.

Without looking back, the man ran sideways up the hill and into the dense woods as fast as he could.

"Dad-Dad-" Qiao Xiaotao cried heartbreakingly, staggered to the edge of the cliff, and fell to the ground with her whole body soft.

"Dad-you don't even bother to take a bite of food--I brought you soju-" Qiao Xiaotao leaned over and looked down at the cliff with tears in her eyes, and she couldn't see anything except dense trees and weeds.

Qiao Xiaotao's head was dizzy, and she almost fell headlong, she sat on the ground with her ass, beating the ground that was a little hot with the sun on her back.

"How are you letting me live with my mother--Dad-Dad-" An echo came from the opposite hill, and the sound beat Qiao Xiaotao's simple heart.

"Dad, I must find that person and avenge you!" After a long time, Qiao Xiaotao got up from the ground, walked towards the village with a body of dust and a lost soul.

Qiao Xiaotao didn't go home, she rushed into his cousin's house with her hair disheveled, and when she entered the yard, she threw herself on the ground and cried: "Second uncle-second uncle, save my father! Save him-"

Old Qiao's uncle and brothers, Qiao Xingang and Fan Jinhua, ran out of the house when they heard the sound.

Fan Jinhua helped Qiao Xiaotao get up and asked eagerly, "Xiaotao, what's wrong with your father?"

Qiao Xingang was anxiously waiting for Qiao Xiaotao to speak, but she was crying and speechless, he yelled: "Is it time to cry now?

"My father—my father, he was pushed off the Three Bucket Cliff—" Qiao Xiaotao sobbed and finished speaking, and began to cry again.

"Pushed down?Oh my God—do you see people clearly?" Qiao Xingang stomped his feet in a hurry.

Qiao Xiaotao shook her head and began to cry again.

"You stay at home with your aunt, don't tell your mother yet, I'll call someone to find it!" Qiao Xingang rushed out of the yard and went door to door to call the strong laborers in the village.

As soon as they heard that Lao Qiao had fallen off the cliff, everyone shook their heads, beating drums in their hearts, and estimated that the person was probably gone. However, the big guy still prepared tools and ropes, and divided into two roads, one to the mountain, and the other to go around the long road, and enter from the ditch at the bottom of the cliff.

Sandou Cliff is a place where the villagers of Qiaojiatun are frightened, the terrain is steep, the vegetation is dense, and no one knows how deep this cliff is.

For generations, people have regarded it as a sacred place, and those who fell off the cliff did not survive, and even the bones could not be found.

I was frightened and scared, how could I be in the same village and the same door, and the people in the whole village were related to each other, how could I bear to let Lao Qiao be alone there, becoming a lonely ghost.

The bolder ones were all grouped together and entered from under the cliff, and no one had entered it for decades, and no one could have imagined what would happen.

Although the people who go up the mountain have ropes, who dares to go down to the bottom of the cliff from a high place? What if the rope is not strong and breaks; what if the rope is not long enough, or if it is caught by branches and vegetation? Everyone is worried, once they go down, in case of an emergency, they can't get up or down, and they can't go down, then it is not the same as going to be with Lao Qiao!

Saving people is a good heart, but if you take your own life, no one will be strong and risk your life, even if it is your own brother.

When they arrived at Lao Qiao's field, everyone stood on the edge of the cliff, gossiping, and no one was willing to go down.

It must be in vain to arrest people, Qiao Xiaotao went home to report the news, everyone packed up their belongings, and then climbed to the top of the mountain, not to mention that it was delayed for two hours, and the murderer had already fled.

Qiao Xingang felt disgusting that Xiao Tao didn't see the murderer's appearance clearly.

Just when everyone was hesitating and didn't know what to do, someone said, "Brother Xingang, if it's not good, let's go and report the case, right?"

"Report the case, can the police station send a helicopter for you little people, or can it send an armored car? In my opinion, whoever comes, it's all for nothing, it's all the same ball, and you can't get down!" Qiao Xingang's younger brother Qiao Xinjun said angrily.

"People don't fall by themselves, they are pushed down by others, how can they not report the case? If the murderer can be caught, it is also an explanation to the eldest brother!" Qiao Xingang said sadly.

Qiao Xingang was brought up by Lao Qiao since he was a child, although the difference is more than ten years old, but the relationship between the two has always been very good, but at this time, there is no way to go down to save him, and it is not a taste in his heart.

Discuss and discuss, there is no good idea, Qiao Xin just let go, and said: "Pick up the rope, tie it firmly, tie it to the tree, I'll go down!"

Qiao Xinjun looked at the thick tree on the slope, shook his head, and asked suspiciously: "Brother, can this tree be made? I'm afraid it won't be able to eat it! Besides, who knows how deep the roots are?"

"What should I do, if I don't save him?" Qiao Xingang's face darkened, and he was actually very worried in his heart, but he had no choice but to bite the bullet and drive the ducks to the shelves.

"My ancestors have lived here for hundreds of years, have you heard that Sandouya has saved people?" Qiao Xinjun stopped in front of Qiao Xingang, and then said: "Besides, the trees here are not as strong as the trees in the old forest, they were all planted later, there are many stones on the mountain, and the roots of the trees can't grow deep, in order to save a dead person, put your own life on the line, do you think it's worth it?"

"It's a frustration, the new army is right!"

"It's just, I can't make it—"

"Brother Xingang, it's not that we can't save us when we see death, it's just that the reality is set up here, what do you say?" everyone was talking about it, Qiao Xingang's heart was up and down, and he had no idea.

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(Nine-headed Bird Academy)