As soon as it was dawn, Wren got up, shaved his beard with the long knife that had gaped several gaps, and trimmed his hair.

He definitely didn't have any love for beauty, or the idea of seducing a few village girls.

I want to be more pleasing to the eye, or at least not so vicious, so annoying.

Wren still remembers that when he was in the two villages where he had been supported, the villagers were so afraid of his strange appearance that they treated him like a blonde demon, so much so that the two village chiefs knew his strength, but they did not dare to use him again.

Later, he simply grew a beard, grew his hair, and added a murderous aura, not to mention, this appearance was in that dangerous wilderness, and even monsters were afraid.

But this time he wanted to change, even five days ago, he still scared the villagers here half to death, even the cooks who had come to cook for them in the past five days were trembling, as if they would be eaten at any time, and the soldiers here were full of ten thousand vigilance against them.

If it weren't for the fact that life in the wilderness outside was too difficult and dangerous, perhaps Wren would have left again in a fit of rage.

But yesterday's carnival in the rainstorm melted his hardest and most vicious shell so abruptly.

At that time, he was like everyone else, including the mysterious and powerful lord, and no one knew that he was there at the time.

Everyone worked hard in one direction for one purpose, even if the flash flood turned into a joke in the end, but at least at that moment, none of them cared about each other's identity, even if they didn't know who the other person was, they could trust each other unreservedly.

It feels so good.

Wren is no longer young, he has seen the coldness of the world, he has seen the deceit, he has seen the cruelty of the world, the helplessness of survival, and he will sometimes do anything to survive.

But in that torrential rain, at that moment, the blood that had long been extinguished in his heart was ignited again, giving birth to a thought that even if he died in battle.

However, this thought quickly dissipated as the rain cleared, and Wren knew that it was time to face the cruel truth, and just as he was about to quietly leave, he was welcomed into the house like a hero by the enthusiastic villagers.

Wren never imagined that those dull, insensitive, short-sighted, dirty, brain-troubled village fools would become so—so cute.

Pots of hot water, simple but dry clothes, nothing valuable, but at this moment, coupled with their smiles, they are the most precious things in the world.

At that moment, Wren was very overwhelmed, and even wanted to escape, and then simply rejected this feeling, he believed that he was not the only one, those soldiers were so restrained.

But this feeling only existed for a short time before it gradually dissipated.

Some things that seem difficult to do are actually very simple, perhaps missing only a good-natured smile, an exaggerated teasing, or a vulgar, red fruit look.

Wren had to thank the village women, who were usually timid, either bitter and hateful, or cowering and unkempt, as if no one could have seen their little looks.

But a rainstorm turned all the men into clay figures, and all the clay figures became their fathers, brothers, sons and husbands, who made fun of them wantonly and commanded loudly, like generals and valiant soldiers on the battlefield, and all clay people were defeated prisoners.

No one dares to resist, resistance is a slap, and in full view of the other clay figures, even the most tyrannical and murderous guy has to control his temper and show a dry smile, which is both uncomfortable and comfortable.

It's a magical rainstorm, and it's also an interesting place, a place where you can stay forever and stop wandering and dying of old age.

Wren was full of confidence in the future, and the clothes he wore yesterday had been neatly folded by him, and he had to send them back, so he would send them back in the way he was now, at least clean.

Since the muddy water on his face and head was washed away yesterday, he was not frightened by the villagers running away with screams, shouting that the monsters were coming.

Since yesterday, the soldiers in the village did not stare at him like prisoners with vigilant eyes.

Today, then, it should be a little better.

When I went out, I bumped into the cook who delivered the meal, and the cook did not live in the tavern, but delivered three meals every day like a strong man dying.

The cook still shivered subconsciously when they looked at each other, but then he tried to squeeze out a smile, which was fake, but Wren was satisfied, because he didn't see the fear in the cook's eyes.

Wren didn't speak, just smiled politely and nodded, and staggered over, and then he was annoyed, what kind of big-tailed wolf are you pretending?

He was very worried that his arrogant attitude would make the cook fear and disgust for him again, and quickly turned around, but saw that the cook was tilting his head, looking at his back curiously, as if he was looking at something strange, but there was no fear, nonsense, everyone knew yesterday, that blonde and blue-eyed monster, in fact, is no different from us, it is said that he was touched by a certain fierce old lady, and then the propaganda of the whole village, scared, but so, it is not as good as my family-

"Uh, my lord, you—" The cook was startled, trembling, for this was a hero. ”

"Ahem, my name is Wren, what's your name?" Wren tried to be as friendly as he could, damn, his expression must be weird and evil now, isn't that grinning creepy?

"Huh?"

The cook was stunned for a while before he came to his senses, "My lord, my name is Sun Er, the cook of the village, you, are you going to the village?"

"That's right, yesterday, uh, thank you yesterday, I went to return the clothes. ”

"Hey, I recognize this dress, it belongs to Li Er's family, his house is in the second courtyard, after entering, the third house on the left hand side is. ”

"That's—thank you. ”

"Hehe, it's nothing, it rained so hard yesterday, everyone worked so hard, it should, it should. ”

Cook Sun Er said loudly, since yesterday, he felt that his whole body was much bolder, after all, Lao Tzu's hand had patted Lord Wu Yuan's shoulder, if he used this hand to hit his son hard, would his son become a hero in the future?

Wren finally relaxed completely, the kind of relaxed, bidding farewell to Sun Er, who had already broken through the sky, he strode towards the village, but only halfway through, he saw the lord leading a group of soldiers to gesture at the place where the embankment was dug yesterday.

"Hey, who's that, Wren, what the hell are you doing over there, come here!"

Wren hurriedly walked over and found that there were Wu Yuan, Qin Yidao, Wang Shen, Duan Kuan, Song Dazhui, and some people he didn't know, which should be yesterday's patrol members.

During yesterday's rainstorm, the patrol was intercepted, and the men of the whole village were dispatched except for them.

"Have you had breakfast?"

"Well, not yet. Wren replied hurriedly, he was still a little uncomfortable with the lord's too usual questioning.

"If you don't have breakfast, you come out to dry the ball, go back to eat, and then bring your people out, I will give you a house today, and then go to Old Man Huang to get tools, we will solve the problem of flash floods once and for all today, although there was no flash flood yesterday, it doesn't mean that there will be no next rainstorm, and we have to build a threshing floor, right, you wooden lumps, you know how to eat, eat, kill, kill and kill every day, even if there is someone to remind me, laugh at your sister's Song sledgehammer! Is what Lao Tzu said funny?"

Wren was stunned and watched as the lord's mouth splashed everywhere, dancing with his hands, as if he had hysteria, and the soldiers below actually dared to snicker, well, you must not be seen, otherwise you will be kicked violently, and you will not fight back.

"What are you doing in a daze, start work, well, what are you doing with this thing? Broken thing, throw it away!"

"No, my lord, this was borrowed from a sister-in-law yesterday, and I have to pay it back. Wren stammered and quickly explained.

"It's a fart, yesterday I compensated each household with a piece of cloth, hurry up, let that tailor under your command, what's the name?"

"Maria, my sister. ”

"Grass, isn't it called Second Sister Ma?"

"Well, then it's called Second Sister Ma. "Wren is as good as he is, and he doesn't want to be kicked by this temperamental lord.

"Okay, I don't care what your name is, let her go to the village and teach those stupid women how to make clothes, that's what Lao Tzu bought back at a loss, and she can't waste it. ”

"Hey, yes, lord, I'll go. ”

Wren ran fast, felt a pair of wings on his back, the oncoming wind was very strong, his eyes were astringent, he rubbed it fiercely, he said in his heart, this time it should be settled, right?

In the distance, Zhang Yang was still roaring, today is destined to be a busy day, because after yesterday's rainstorm crisis, he suddenly realized that his village was full of loopholes, and there were crises everywhere, so he couldn't care about other things, and even today's patrol team was detained, anyway, now a radius of a hundred miles does not dare to boast, within a radius of fifty miles, all the monsters dare not show their heads.

"Grass, I forgot again, Wu Yuan, call someone over, let the blacksmith under Rennes, and Zhao Tiezhu, transfer ten more craftsmen, and quickly set up a blacksmith shop for me, Lao Tzu doesn't want to consume hope fragments to exchange for shovels, how can this tall and precious thing be used to exchange for these garbage, and the price will be dropped!"

Zhang Yang suddenly shouted again, his temper has risen sharply recently, mainly because he is distressed.

Yesterday, because of a moment of joy, he consumed a white hope shard and exchanged it for 200 pieces of cloth to distribute, but he regretted it a minute later, and he still regrets it to this day.

That's a shard of white hope!

"Village elder, at least you have harvested the hearts of the people, the hearts of the people are not also a kind of hope, maybe this fragment of hope is like a seed, the seed is left in your hand, it is a waste to eat it, you have to plant it, watch it sprout and take root, thrive, until it grows into a towering tree, at that time, you may not harvest fragments, but complete hope. ”

Wu Yuan suddenly said with emotion at this time, yesterday's rainstorm was not only a wholehearted wash for Zhang Yang, but also the same for everyone.

So overnight, they will find that whether it is themselves, others, or even the whole village, it is different.