Haiyao glared at him: "Little child, have you ever seen a child who can beat two big men?" This kid, since he can get my ninth uncle to look at him differently, he must have his excellence, so he can't be underestimated. ”

He squinted at the gloomy forest and waved his hand: "Chase!" ”

A group of people followed the intermittent footprints one foot at a time, and suddenly, a person with sharp eyes saw a corner of a big tree with a flash of clothes, as if it was the clothes worn by Han Quercus. He was overjoyed, "Here it is!" ”

Several people rushed over in an instant, grabbed the corner of the shirt and pulled it hard—not a child was pulled out, but the big tree hugging above their heads fell with a bang.

Everyone hurriedly dodged, but the tree was lush with branches and leaves, and when it fell, the momentum was huge, and there were still two people who couldn't dodge in the back were pressed under the tree, and the people who avoided the tree didn't have time to rejoice, only to see that they were implicated by this tree, and several trees around them fell to the middle one after another! I can't hide from the first day of the first month, but I can't dodge fifteen, and these big trees that are all hugging each other will fall down, and the strength will be more than a thousand pounds! Haiyao and the others were smashed when they landed, and only two lame guards who twisted their waists were left, desperately protecting Haiyao and not folding here.

It turned out that the large trees here had been cut from half of their roots with sharp weapons, leaving only a little bark to cover them. It's a good angle, as long as the tree at the beginning falls, the driving ones will be smashed into the middle. This is naturally the result of Han Quercus's calculations, as well as the credit of the streamer.

Han Oak and the little monk stood far away on a big tree, and they could faintly hear the scolding of Haiyao. Han Oak pouted: "If it weren't for Lao Tzu's scruples about green environmental protection, I'm afraid that this forest will burn this mountain bald, and Lao Tzu himself won't be able to get out, so I'll give you a little bastard and set a fire at this time, so that none of you can run out, and you will become a bunch of roast suckling pigs!" Pity! Pity! ”

He took the little monk's hand and said, "Go!" Let's go down the mountain! ”

Han Oak walked down the mountain with the little monk humming a song refreshingly, and at the same time thought evilly: If my uncle and grandfather knew that the streamer he gave me had not made meritorious service to others, but had built a career on his grandson first, would he be so angry that his stomach hurt? Ha ha!

When he got to the bottom of the mountain, there were gradually traces of people, and it was already twilight, and the little monk saw a shop selling tea, and he couldn't walk: "Senior brother, I'm hungry." ”

Quercus is also hungry. After all, this day is all about doing heavy body activities in the mountains, and it is very laborious to escape and cut down trees. As soon as I smelled the food, my belly reacted first, and it gurgled.

Han Quercus's hand reached into the purse and groped for a long time, but only a hole came out, and when he ran away in the mountains, he tore his clothes and purse. The few small gold bills in his purse are gone.

The oak quickly searched all over his body, and only found a gold cleats around his neck. As for the little monk, he didn't have half a lot of money.

Looking at the golden lock piece in Han Que's palm, the little monk asked weakly, "Senior brother, can you eat this?" ”

"I can eat it, but I can't eat it today."

The little monk was anxious: "Can you eat it?" ”

Han Li's mind turned quickly: he and the little monk were penniless now, and this golden lock plate was all they had to do when they returned to Yangzhou. It's just that this lock piece is only half a tael, and no matter how delicate the style is, it won't sell for much.

How can I get the money? For the first time in his life, our young master Han Oak was worried about money.

In the end, when Han Oak and the little monk tiptoed to a big rooster and ran to a stream at night, he sighed deeply, and he said to the little monk: "Bajie, you have to remember the family just now, when we have money, we must return the money for this chicken, it is a very immoral thing to eat chickens without money!" ”

How glad Han Oak is that he knows that Huang Rong is called a flower chicken in "Shooting the Condor", if it weren't for the little monk's skill, he couldn't steal the chicken, and he couldn't gnaw it raw, right?

A bonfire was lit, and Quercus killed the chickens, wrapped them in mud and buried them in the fire, frowning and thinking about what to do tomorrow.

The two of them gnawed a big rooster cleanly, and they didn't care about the lack of oil and salt, and they were so hungry that they couldn't even chew the chicken bones and swallow them. When he was full, he snuggled up by the campfire and fell asleep. It's just that in his dreams, Han Oak still hated that he couldn't bake the last flower.

On the second day, the two woke up by the ashes and buried the leftover chicken bones from yesterday, erasing the traces of the two. Han Oak jumped on a big stone, looked at the place where the sun was rising, and waved his hand magnificently: "Bajie, let's go there today!" ”

They are now located in Dayu, Jiangxi, at the junction of Shaoguan in Guangdong and Chenzhou in Hunan. Jiangxi is now like a tiger and wolf's den for Han Quercus, where will he throw himself into the net. Now there is only one choice, which is to turn east to Hunan, then go straight to Hubei, take Anhui and then Jiangsu. In this way, the distance is more than half, but it is to avoid Jiangxi, and it is also a last resort.

The two of them went all the way into the mountains, with the experience of Han Oak's previous life, and the skills of the little monk, they actually came out of the mountains without danger, and the two of them relied on touching a pheasant and looking for some wild fruits, and they actually dealt with it without hunger.

Out of the mountains, you can't rely on hunting for a living, before going down the mountain, Han Que and the little monk in the mountains for a day more, actually let them set three or four fat hares, Han Oak and the little monk carried to the town under the mountain, with the honey mouth of Han Quercus, actually sold for a hundred dollars.

Han Oak cherished the hundred dollars in his arms, and took the little monk to the only pawnshop in the town. The gloomy hall was bare, except for a sturdy counter, which was so tall that Han Quercus stood there desperately looking up and couldn't see the people inside, so he had to knock on the counter and shout, "Hey! When something goes! When something goes! ”

A human voice was heard, and a head stuck out from the counter. Han Oak raised his head and looked at it, and suddenly sighed: It is said that art originates from life, and this "life" is too vivid, the image of the sharp-beaked monkey cheeks and the snarky pawnshop worship in the movie of the previous life.

The sharp-beaked monkey stretched out his head and saw that it was a ragged child, and suddenly the eyes of the two mice glared: "What kind of mess is the child doing?!" Get out of here! Don't delay grandpa to sleep! ”

Han Oak took out the lock plate: "I'm here to be something!" ”

The sharp-beaked monkey pouted a sparse goatee on his chin: "Go, go!" Xiao Yuhanako can have any good things" Before he could say a word, he saw the gold lock plate in Han Que's hand, and his eyes widened: "Cough! Okay, bring it to me first. ”

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