There is a small village in the middle of the Luliang Mountains in Shanxi Province that cannot be found on the map, the name of the village is called Fuliu Village, by the mountains and rivers, the whole village has dozens of families, the houses are scattered and dilapidated.

Fuliu Village is located in the depths of the Luliang Mountains, the name of the village sounds quite meaningful, coupled with the fact that the village is surrounded by mountains and rivers, uninformed people may think that this is a paradise just by listening to the introduction, and even several villages go out of the poor calf relying on this set of rhetoric to deceive back the daughter-in-law, in fact, strictly speaking, Fuliu Village has this condition, the nearest village group from Fuliu Village has dozens of miles, and the road to Fuliu Village is a pothole road that is barely called a mountain road, not disturbed by the outside world and no one wants to disturb, but with the development of the times, Fuliu Village, which maintains the traditional farming model, still hopes for the harvest to God, and at the same time has to protect the invasion of insects and beasts in the mountains, resulting in food and clothing can not be guaranteed, and even need to tie your head to the waist of your pants to go into the mountains to hunt. Such unimaginable poverty directly caused the village to not be able to marry a daughter-in-law for several years, so the young young students in the village went out to work desperately, desperately abducting girls outside the mountain, after all, the incense could not be broken.

There are only three surnames of Wu Zhao Liu in the village, all three families are ancestors who have lived between the mountains for generations, the surname Wu said that he is the descendant of the Tang Dynasty Empress Wu Zetian family, it is said that after the empress stole the Tang Dynasty, he was afraid that his clan would be purged by the Li family after a hundred years, in order to retain the family bloodline, so some of the outstanding clansmen in the family were hidden in this deep mountain, Zhao Liu and the two surnames were the slaves brought by the Wu clan at the beginning, but later Zhao Liu and the two clans forgot to respect and humility. In short, the head of the Wu family is the Tao, and the old man surnamed Wu in the village also looks down on the two families of Zhao Liu from the bottom of their bones, of course, the two families of Zhao Liu sneered at this, and even looked down on the surname Wu, and inevitably mocked a few words in private.

Entering the village, you can find that it is the kind of village where you can hear the sound of a bowl at the south end of the village and the north end of the village, the houses in the village are scattered and disorderly, there are dilapidated houses that have not been repaired for many years, and there are unruly people who cross their houses out of the regular area of the house, so that the roads in the village turn around and turn out of the rugged taste. The village can see that there are relatively new telephone poles, it can be seen that the village has not been electrified for a long time, there is a garbage heap commonly known as a dung heap not far from the door of each house in the village, and there is even a real dung heap directly enclosed by the family to feed the livestock, flies and insects are unscrupulous, occasionally a few mice are not in a hurry to forage for food, there are a lot of jujube trees scattered in the village, and a group of children dressed in old clothes are playing at the head of the village, which is laughingly called "waiting for the death squad" The old people sat in a bunch under the tree in the corner of the wall, smoking dry tobacco and drinking shoddy tea, chatting with the east and west, and the ancestors had been like this for generations.

What is surprising is that there is a school at the east end of Fuliu Village.

There has never been a school in the village before, and the ancestors who rely on the mountains to eat the mountains need a lot of strength not culture, so the people in the village who have been more than Jiucheng for generations are illiterate and no one thinks there is anything wrong, but as the people in the village continue to go out to work over the years, they have experienced enough blank eyes and enough losses, and they have deeply understood that "knowledge is power" and "knowledge changes destiny" The true meaning of these two sentences, so some more far-sighted parents began to cut back on food and clothing for their children to study, but there is no school in Fuliu Village to let their children study must be sent to Dayang Village, dozens of miles away, because of the long distance and dangerous mountain roads, can only board their children in Dayang Village to know people, but this has increased a large amount of expenses in addition to expensive tuition, and it didn't take long for these poor income parents in the village to be unable to continue, and then they could only be annoyed that they were not able to bring their children back.

So five years ago, when the beautiful girl who came out of the painting walked into Fuliu Village and said that she wanted to teach the children to read here, the rough men in the village who were full of dirty thoughts put away their dirty thoughts, and began to run before and after to help repair the houses, go up the mountain to cut wood to make desks and benches, and this beautiful girl Li Muxi also stayed for five years, conscientiously teaching children to read and write, telling the dolls stories outside, and planting seeds in the hearts of the children.

At this time, there was a team of about twenty or thirty people outside the village, all of them armed with big sticks and hunting knives and the like, and they walked towards Fuliu Village with great momentum.

The leader was a twenty-seven or eighteen-year-old young man, with a big waist and a round waist, nearly one meter nine, and a twenty-one or twelve year-old young man next to him, with bruises on his face, and one arm was covered with a book and hung a white cloth around his neck. A group of people walked into the village and went straight to the school in the east of the village, the people in the village recognized that the leader was called Liu Sheng, who was a well-known bully in Dayang Village, and the bruised face next to him was called Liu Qi's younger brother, who loved to hook up with the big girl and little daughter-in-law of Shili Eight Village, and most of the rest of the people were all thorns in the surrounding villages, and the men in the village saw Liu Sheng and others walking towards the school with a menacing attitude, and they all threw down the work in their hands, and instructed their mother-in-law to take care of the children and then rushed to the school gate, even if the young people in the village were not in the village, the whole village could not get together dozens of people, but no one flinchedThis is the rule of survival of Fuliu Village in the mountains.

Wu Chengxing, the current head of Fuliu Village, stood in the middle of the two groups, pointed at Liu Sheng and said, "What do you want to do?" Liu Sheng glanced at the villagers of Fuliu Village and said fiercely: "Old man, Lao Tzu is only looking for the girls in this courtyard today, don't get in the way, if you dare to stop Lao Tzu from smashing your dog's head." At this time, Li Muxi, who had been in this poor countryside for five years, was still fair-skinned, walked out of the school despite the villagers' obstruction, and his whole personality was ethereal, and he had a sense of independence from the world, and walked up to Liu Sheng without fear and said coldly: "What is the matter with me?" The voice was light and tactful, and there was a sound of swallowing saliva in the field, where had these poor calves who grew up in the mountains seen such a bright girl, even the villagers of Fuliu Village, whether they were young men or middle-aged men, usually blushed and didn't dare to look at Li Muxi when they saw them. Liu Sheng saw Li Muxi for the first time, and at this time, he swallowed his saliva and couldn't speak, so he pointed to his younger brother and asked, "You beat him?" When Li Muxi came out, he had already seen the little hooligan who was teasing himself on the road in the morning, and guessed that the other party was looking for a field because he had been taught a lesson, Li Muxi had not yet spoken, everyone's eyes were flowering, and then they heard a plop, Liu Sheng, who was nearly one meter nine, flew out sideways and smashed five or six meters on the ground, next to Li Muxi, a young man dressed rustically but cleanly, the young man was about twenty-four or five years old, with a little handsome in his appearance, one meter eighty and eighty tall, and his whole body was naturally round, and through the exposed arms, he could see a body of muscles that was not obvious but full of strength, and he smiled very brightly with a dog's tail in his mouth, Everyone in the village knows Wu Qingli, the second son of the fourth family of Wu Lao in the south of the village, whose nickname is Guan Xiaoqi, because the nickname is peculiar and easy to remember, slowly people are used to calling him Guan Xiaoqi, but people can't figure out how Guan Xiaoqi, who usually looks and is amiable, does it. The audience was silent, five or six meters away Liu Sheng was lying on the ground and moaning, no one could see clearly how Wu Qingli smashed Liu Sheng, who was nearly two hundred pounds, so far, after a cool breath, a descendant of Dayang Village took a step forward, and was kicked back by Wu Qingli who rushed over in an instant, and then Wu Qingli walked up to Liu Sheng step by step, grabbed Liu Sheng's neck with one hand and lifted it up, and said to Liu Sheng, whose face was purple: "Do you want to die?" All believe that as long as Guan Xiaoqi uses another force to pinch the neck of the six provinces, Liu Sheng, who felt the fear, grabbed the hand that pinched his neck in a panic, and his legs fluttered like a toad being lifted upside down, this is Li Muxi ran over and hugged Wu Qingli's hand and shouted in his mouth: "Guan Xiaoqi, you let go, killing people is a crime", seeing Liu Sheng's breath getting weaker and weaker, Guan Xiaoqi was indifferent, Li Muxi's voice was crying and said: "You let go, you let go" But Wu Qingcalf was still indifferent, and when Wu Qingli was about to finish Liu Sheng, an old voice came from behind and only said two: "Little Seven", Wu Qingli threw Liu Sheng aside, and Liu Sheng, who landed on the ground, kicked and breathed.

The exit to stop Wu Qingli was an old man about eighty years old, the old man was tall, standing outside the crowd without anger and self-authority, holding a purple clay pot in his left hand, the old man walked through the crowd into the courtyard of the school, and made a rocking chair. Wu Qingli turned to the frightened villagers of Dayang Village, and said with a smile: "Let's go up together or come one by one." The villagers of Dayang Village one by one, you look at me, I look at you, no one stepped forward and no one even dared to answer, the villagers of Fuliu Village turned their heads one by one, looking at the villagers of Dayang Village There was some banter in their eyes, and there were also old people who felt that Wu Qingli was too heavy and wanted to dissuade two sentences, but it was not worth how to speak, Wu Qingli took a step forward, and the villagers of Dayang Village picked up the guy in their hands one by one and stepped back involuntarily, and looked at the person who had just drunk Wu Qingcalf with begging eyes, but saw the old man lying on the recliner, dragging the teapot with his left hand, squinting his eyes and humming a few words of Shanxi Bangzi with enjoyment on his face, and he didn't look at this side, Wu Qingli suddenly smiled and said"Scare you" smiled very sincerely, pointed to the two Dayang Village villagers on the ground and said: "Take him with you" Even the villagers of Fuliu Village breathed a sigh of relief, the villagers of Dayang Village cautiously walked to the partner lying on the ground and lifted the two of them to retreat guardedly, and when everyone was just relieved, they heard Guan Xiaoqi say: "If there is a next time, I will visit them one by one" The group fled as quickly as if they had been amnesty, and when they entered the mountain road, the mountain wind blew only to find that they were covered in sweat, and everyone looked at each other and hurried towards home without saying a word, and the young man looked at them like a bad lord in the mountains.

After the crowd dissipated, Wu Qingxi smiled brightly at Li Muxi and walked quickly towards home, Li Muxi looked at the back of the young man who seemed to be seeing him for the first time, and his thoughts were inexplicable, and he heard the voice of the old man behind him quite relieved and presumptuous: "The province sings that Tian Wei is dead, and the young calf will eat dragons next year, hahaha"