Verse 67: Don't worry, I'll spare you
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Trees, rooted in the soil of the mountains, stretch out their green hands to the sky. Thick tree trunks, looking at each other from afar. Lush foliage staggered in mid-air. Surrounded by these trees, there is a wooden house. The wooden houses are all made of thick tree trunks, revealing a thick and solid smell. The hut was not new, but was a bit old, so the surface of the hut was covered with moss, and some of the trunks even had delicate branches. Around the wooden house, there is a tall bamboo fence surrounded by green spear bamboo. There are vegetable patches in front and back, and in the center of the vegetable patch is a well. At this time, a young and beautiful girl was drawing water by the well. Although her clothes are extremely simple, they can hardly hide her face. She was twenty-eight years old, with big black eyes, black and white, pure as crystal. The sunlight shone through the overlapping leaves, shining on her face, reflecting her skin like snow, and showing a transparent flush and warmth. Her black sideburns, which hung down mischievously, half-hid her lovely earlobes. The pink lips were pursed at this time, biting a bite of the shell teeth, and the face was full of hard work. With great difficulty, she lifted the full bucket up from the depths of the well. With another breath, he moved the wooden bucket to the gray brick floor by the well. "Whew!" the girl puffed up her pink cheeks, exhaled a breath of turbidity, and stretched out her white hand as a fan, fanning her cheeks. The sound of the barrel staggering on the ground was heard, and the door of the wooden house creaked open, and an old man stepped out of it. The old man's hair was black and white, his face was wrinkled, and although a pair of old eyes were vicissitudes, they would occasionally flash a sharp light. It's like an old tiger, although it is old, but the tiger is still there. "Girl, this bucket is too heavy, I said let my father carry it. Why are you secretly watering vegetables behind my back?" the old man looked at the girl by the well, and his face showed love. "Daddy!" cried the girl sweetly, "you came back so late yesterday from hunting, so you will sleep a little more this morning." It's just a bucket, you see, didn't I bring it up?" "You, just love to be strong!" the old man's tone was helpless, and his eyes were doting. He took a big stride, walked to the well, stretched out a hand, and easily grabbed the bucket: "Come, girl, Daddy will water the vegetables with you." "The air is filled with the fragrance of wild grasses and wild flowers, and the summer wind, blowing warmly, blows through the treetops, and turns into a fresh and deep sound. In the vegetable patch in front of the wooden house in the mountains, the daughter scooped water with a scoop, bent over, and carefully watered the vegetables. The father was in charge of fetching water, and the two buckets were exchanged in turn. A warm atmosphere of family permeates this small space. "Alas, after all, it's old, and after a few mentions, I can't lift it. After a while, the old man stood by the well, wiped the sweat stains from his head, and sighed deeply. The girl turned around, smiled like a flower, and said angrily, "Dad, you finally know." is already old, and he loves to be strong all day long, how many times have I told you, let the second brother go hunting, you should lie at home at this age and enjoy the blessings. "Hehehe. The old man laughed and nodded, "According to your second brother's ability, it is indeed enough to break through this mountain forest." In particular, his archery skills are better than when I was younger. But there is one thing I don't worry about him, he is too wild, he relies on force, and he wants to fly. Alas, young people love fantasy, and they have this problem to some extent. "Daddy......" The girl dragged out her voice. The old man smiled even more heartily, and quipped, "Yes, and you." You're not young, it's time to find an in-law. Dad is looking for you well, our daughter looks like the only one in this area, don't worry about not finding a good family!" Two red clouds suddenly rose on the girl's face, and she was suddenly speechless with shame. The old man looked at the sky from afar, as if he had seen a bright future, and he sighed leisurely: "When your second brother suffers a little loss and reins in his temperament, I will stop and never go up the mountain again." Find a good in-law for you again, watch you get married and have children, it's best to have a big fat boy, hehe, your father and I will bring grandchildren, and I will be satisfied. It's really not easy in this life. How many people can be good at the beginning and the end of the hunter? Alas, the partners of the youth are gone now, and only your father and I are left. "Daddy. You're wrong. The girl smiled and comforted, "What is left of you, don't you still have us." "Huh...... Huh?" the old man laughed, and was about to speak, when he suddenly heard movement and looked back sharply. The small bamboo fence gate was kicked open from the outside. "Are you Wang Laohan?" Fang Yuan's face was cold, his eyes were gloomy, and he held this ball of moonlight on his right hand, and he came first. The old man was taken aback, and when he saw the moonlight in Fang Yuan's hand, he hurriedly knelt on the ground: "Old man greets Master Gu!" "Old man Wang, your son actually dares to offend me, he has already been killed by me." Bring his body up!" Fang Yuan condescended, staring at the kneeling old man on the ground, and went straight to the point. As soon as he finished speaking, two young hunters walked in from outside the fence, one of them in front and one in the back, carrying Wang Er's corpse. Seeing this corpse, Wang Laohan's body trembled violently!"Second brother-!" The girl screamed desolately, and immediately rushed over, pounced on Wang Er's corpse, and burst into tears in an instant. "Sister of the Wang family......" The two young hunters, seeing their favorite woman crying so bitterly in front of them, were very unbearable, and they wanted to persuade something, but they couldn't say it. "Wang Laohan, I heard that you are a headhunter, the most famous hunter in several nearby villages. At such an old age, you can still go up to the mountains to hunt, and every time you have a rich harvest. This is good. Fang Yuan paused when he said this, and then continued with a blank face: "You can draw me a map now, indicating the location of all the traps on the nearby mountains, as well as the distribution of wild beasts that you have observed and summarized during your hunting over the years. Draw it, and I will forgive your son for the great sin against me. I can't draw it—hum. "These villages are all under the control of Guyue Cottage. The villagers in the village are all serfs of the Guyue clan. Now that Wang Er has committed a crime, offending his master, according to the clan rules, the whole family will be implicated! Wang Laohan's body shook again, and he almost collapsed to the ground. Such a blow was too big and too sudden for him. "Murderer, you are the murderer of my second brother! You have no regard for human life, and you have come to Xingshi to ask for guilt, I want to avenge my second brother!!" the girl shouted, her voice was full of hatred and anger from Fang Yuan, and she rushed towards Fang Yuan. But while she was still on the way, she was swooped out by a figure and stopped her. It wasn't the two young hunters who stood in her way, it was her old father. "Bastard thing!" Wang Laohan let out a low roar, shook his hand and slapped it, and with a snap, knocked the girl to the ground. "Your second brother is dead, do you want to die too? Do you want me, a father, to die alone?!" the old man said this, tears were all over his eyes, and his whole body was trembling violently. "Daddy!" the girl was beaten awake, her tears welled up, and her voice was full of pain, unwillingness, grievance, pity, hatred, and helplessness. The old man turned around and faced Fang Yuan, his knees weakened, and he fell to the ground again, and his forehead touched the ground, kneeling deeply at Fang Yuan's feet. His voice was choked and trembled: "Master Gu is above, my son has offended you, and he is indeed innocent! Fang Yuan's face softened a little, he looked at the old man condescendingly and said, "Don't worry, as long as you draw it truthfully, I will definitely spare you." But you'd better not lie to me, if I find the slightest suspicion, your life will be in danger!" Wang Hunting Kowtowed, "Please Master Gu, let Xiao go back and get paper and pen." "No, I don't. Fang Yuan waved his hand, looked at the two young hunters who had threatened him on this trip, and ordered, "You go to the house, find me a pen and paper, and bring it out." "Yes, Master Gu. The two young men trembled, and under Fang Yuan's deterrence, they didn't dare to disobey in the slightest. "Sir, pen and paper are on the square table in the kitchen. Wang Laohan said on the side. Fang Yuan's eyes flashed faintly, and he didn't speak. The two hunters broke into the hut and soon came out with pen and paper. The paper here in southern Xinjiang is all special bamboo paper, the paper is very hard, and the paper color has a faint green. This kind of paper is suitable for the humid climate of southern Xinjiang. If it is rice paper, I am afraid that after seven or eight days, it will be wet with moisture. The old man carried a pen, knelt on the ground, and drew black lines one after another. or curved, or straight. He drew more than a dozen pieces of bamboo paper, and after a while, he presented them to Fang Yuan with both hands. Fang Yuan hurriedly glanced at them, then split these bamboos in half and handed them to the two young hunters: "Look at it, there is something wrong. Every time I find a mistake, I will reward you with a Yuan Stone!" 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