Zhaojia Village, the jungle is reckless, and it is a closed village hidden deep in the mountains and relying on the mountains to eat the mountains and rely on the water.

Zhao Huchen came out of the back mountain with a dead mountain antelope in his hand, a shotgun on his shoulder, and a black hunting dog at his feet.

In Zhaojia Village, men will follow the elders of the family to hunt in the mountains after the age of ten, but all such ancient and deep mountain villages are mostly relying on the mountains to eat, and the ancestors of Zhaojia Village have relied on the surrounding jungle for countless years to survive, and the twenty-year-old Zhao Huchen is already the only labor force in the family who can go up the mountain to hunt.

Naked and naked, countless old and new scars can be clearly seen on his body, criss-crossing at first glance, extremely hideous, and there is an arm-long blood groove on his back, and some experienced hunters can see at a glance that the prey that can cause such a blood groove should be a wild boar of more than three hundred catties.

As soon as he came down the mountain, a large group of men, women and children surrounded him, led by an old man with black and white hair mixed with a silver-white stubble on his chin, wearing a dark blue liberation suit and a liberation hat.

This old man is the village party secretary of Zhaojia Village, and he has a son who works in the county seat, and he has saved money for several years to sell the only tractor in the village.

"Huchen, let me ask you, did you kill that wolf dog in my house?" The old man with his liberation hat and his hands behind his back spoke in a bad tone, his face was extremely bad, and in addition to a customary authority in his tone, there was anger that was not difficult to find.

"Yes." Zhao Huchen nodded, it is an admittion, dogs have a spiritual surname than people, and he noticed the unkindness of this group of outsiders, Zhao Huchen's hunting dog called Heizi roared uneasily, Zhao Huchen squatted down and touched Heizi's head to appease it, almost every household in Zhaojia Village has hunting dogs, and hunting dogs are also the survival of Zhaojia Village in a sense, without hunting dogs, no matter how good a hunter is, it is equivalent to losing a pair of hands, not to mention, the hunting dog that died in Zhao Huchen's hands has been raised by the village party secretary for seven or eight years, The hunters in the village have no friends after going up the mountain, and the only thing they can rely on as companions is hunting dogs, so the people in Zhaojia Village take dogs very seriously, so the anger of the village party secretary at this time is understandable.

"Good, good! You play a small surname to be wild, that is, you are still young, we are not good adults and you are a child, today you are in trouble, fortunately there is still a little bit of the backbone of Zhaojia Village, dare to be! The village party secretary laughed angrily, grabbed the shotgun in the hand of a clansman next to him and loaded it, the crisp sound of the bullet made the hearts of the people present chuckle, the Zhao family villagers were fierce, but they were very united, it was not that there had been no use of guns, but it was generally external, and the people in their village had not seen the guns used, but the prestige of the village party secretary was enough to make people present swallow the words they wanted to ask for mercy.

Zhao Huchen, who was squatting on the ground, put his hand on his shotgun, and the other grabbed the collar around the neck of the sunspot, as soon as he let go, the sunspot who was ready to attack would pounce on it, this is a tacit understanding cultivated by a man and a dog from the edge of countless lives and deaths.

"Zhao Laoji is here." At the last moment, I don't know who shouted in a low voice, and the tense atmosphere also changed a little.

Behind the crowd, a tall man walked over with an old man who was dressed old but always clean, with a calm expression.

This tall old man is Zhao Huchen's grandfather, Zhao Laoji.

"Zhao Laoji, are you here to intercede for your grandson?" The village party secretary snorted angrily and said.

"Intercession? No. Zhao Laoji walked over, walked to Zhao Huchen's side, glanced at his grandson who was squatting on the ground, turned to face the village party secretary, snorted, and said: "I came to speak, whoever dares to touch my grandson, I dare to touch his whole family!" ”

The words are not shocking and endless, this is a heart-wrenching statement, Zhaojia Village is not big, there are hundreds of families, few daughters marry out, and few women marry in, so Zhaojia Village counts that every household has a little bit of a relationship with relatives, and Zhao Laoji's words almost touched everyone's mold.

The stunned eyes of the onlookers looked at Zhao Laoji, who usually never blushed with people and never argued with others, this old man was usually a good old man in the village, and he had never seen him angry for decades, but now, this old man with a calm expression but a convincing majesty was obviously different from usual.

The village party secretary's face changed, and the shotgun that was originally hanging down from the muzzle also raised the muzzle and pointed at Zhao Laoji.

But on his head, there was already the muzzle of another shotgun, which was Zhao Huchen.

"Put down the gun that was pointed at my grandfather." Zhao Huchen narrowed his eyes, his dark pupils were filled with a beast-like dangerous aura, and his tone was cold.

Everyone originally thought that the good old man Zhao Laoji came to the village party secretary, even if he was unwilling to give up, but he would sell more or less face to adults, but no one thought that the appearance of Zhao Laoji would make things more complicated.

Everyone wanted to persuade but didn't dare to persuade at the moment, a middle-aged man appeared, and people with a heart breathed a sigh of relief when they saw this man, this man's name is Zhao Taidou, he is the only college student in Zhaojia Village and the only one who has been to a big city to see the world, because of his knowledge, the people in the village respect this intellectual very much, so Zhao Taidou is also very important in the village, and now in this situation, this man is indeed the most qualified to come forward.

Zhao Taidou walked over, Zhao Huchen slaughtered the wolf dog of the village party secretary, so he also knew what happened, and he could guess the reason somewhat, walked between the three people, pressed two guns with a relaxed elegant smile, and said: "It's all from the same village, look down and don't look up, everyone take a step back and talk well." ”

"Master." Zhao Huchen said in a low voice, Zhao Taidou also has an identity, that is, his master, after Zhao Huchen dropped out of school, all the knowledge was taught by Zhao Taidou, for Zhao Huchen, the most important thing is that the grandfather is the second most important master.

"Now that everyone is here, you give an explanation, why did you kill the hunting dog in the village party secretary's house?" Zhao Taidou glanced at Zhao Huchen, his brows furrowed slightly, except for Zhao Laoji, he was the person who knew Zhao Huchen best, he knew that although Zhao Huchen's surname was Ziye, he was very urban, and there was no certain reason why he would not do such an unreasonable thing.

"It bit Kuroko." Zhao Huchen said lightly.

Everyone knows that Zhao Huchen's family depends on him and a grandfather and grandson, if this hunting dog called Heizi is bitten to death, then the two of them can even make a living in half, put yourself in their shoes, for what Zhao Huchen did, although many people are not easy to say, but they agree with it somewhat.

"Huchen, let's go back." Zhao Laoji said lightly, he ignored the village party secretary at all, he turned his head and left first, Zhao Huchen grabbed the mountain antelope on the ground and followed his grandfather's back.

"I haven't agreed to let you go!" The village party secretary couldn't hold back his face and shouted.

"I just agree, my Zhao Laoji is to protect the short, don't say that my grandson is right about this matter, it's wrong, what can you do?" Zhao Laoji turned his head and glanced at the village party secretary and sneered.

The powerful momentum of **oss described in the novel is actually not groundless, although it is not as exaggerated as the domineering spirit described in it, but look at the political axe leaders who appear on TV, business elites, those people and ordinary passers-by hurrying on the surrounding road, the gap between the two is very obvious.

At this time, Zhao Laoji obviously has a momentum that is enough to shock people's hearts.

The villagers who have been nesting in the ravines and ravines all their lives have never seen this battle, and a large group of people, including the village party secretary, only promised to watch Zhao Laoji's ancestors and grandchildren leave for a while, and no one dared to say a word.

Following behind the two grandchildren, Kuroko's twisted buttocks seemed to be laughing at the bullying of this group of human beings.

"Today, for your sake, forget it." The village party secretary glanced at Zhao Taidou with a wry smile on his face, found a step for himself, and left with a group of clansmen who had palpitations.

At four or five o'clock in the afternoon, the sunset was already a little tired, and a round of red on the western horizon dyed the surrounding clouds, and Zhaojia Village, which had stood peacefully in the mountains for a hundred years, also sent off the day that was about to pass with a quiet attitude as always.

The hay on the surrounding hills is withered and yellow, a gentle breeze blows, and the hay sways with the golden sunset, and the rustle from far and near is enough to quiet the most impetuous person.

Following behind his grandfather, Zhao Huchen was carrying a shotgun while grabbing the mountain antelope, and beside him was a sunspot who followed suit.

In Zhaojia Village, Zhao Huchen's family is notoriously broken, although Zhaojia Village itself is also notoriously poor, but it is such a poor village The poorest family can get how much others can look at it can also be imagined, Zhao Huchen's family, on himself and his grandfather two laborers, the whole family is only two people, his grandfather Zhao Laoji in Zhao Huchen when he was young, a handful of and urine hard to pull him up, when he was old, he fell ill and his health has been bad, so the burden of the family has fallen on Zhao Huchen's young shoulders early, Zhao Huchen, who went home to farm after finishing middle school, has no so-called complaints, after all, Zhaojia Village has been here for so many years, and almost every family has come over like this.

The house of the grandfather and grandson is in the most corner of Zhaojia Village, a small vegetable garden, planted with some ordinary seasonal vegetables in front, two brick houses with traces of repair, and a small fence around the periphery, which is the place where the ancestors and grandchildren live.

Entering the yard, Zhao Huchen put down the mountain antelope, first took some cured meat and took a few bites of it, and then threw it to the sunspot to eat, while grandfather Zhao Laoji lay on the rocking chair in the yard as usual, closed his eyes and didn't know what he was thinking, Zhao Huchen knew very well that his grandfather liked to lie on this creaking rocking chair most of the time, covered with a dark red worn blanket, in his arms, there was an ancient radio, and the old man's dry and old hands were gently beating with the rhythm of Peking Opera played on the radio, The vicissitudes of intonation humming in the mouth.

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