Like all the old people, the old Zhao Laoji has a lot of nostalgia and reminiscence of the past, but no one has ever seen him take out this memory and share it with whom, the biggest difference between Zhao Laoji and other old men in the village is that they have no common topic, those old men like to get together in twos and threes to say something that will never be repeated, but Zhao Laoji never participates, his favorite thing is like this, sitting in a rocking chair, listening to Peking Opera, beating beats, humming tunes, and then falling asleep peacefully.

This picture is also the warmest and most reassuring picture in Zhao Huchen's memory.

Zhao Huchen walked into the house and was about to take rice from the rice jar to make dinner as usual, but the dangerous alarm suddenly attacked, and Zhao Huchen's back hair stood up, dangerous!

The hand that stretched into the rice jar retracted like lightning, and at the moment of lightning, the moment Zhao Huchen's hand retracted in the dark rice jar, he could see a triangular head the size of a child's fist and chased Zhao Huchen's hand out with his mouth open, just for a moment, the triangular head retracted into the darkness.

This kind of keen sense of danger and outrageously fast reaction may never have been practiced if it were not for countless times on the edge of life and death.

Although there was no danger, Zhao Huchen still affected the wound on his back because of the violent avoidance action of his arm, and the blood trough on his back, which had begun to scab, oozed blood again.

Before he could breathe a sigh of relief, a huge black shadow flashed in front of him, and a huge gauze bag hung on the beam of the room and threw it towards Zhao Huchen's façade, and at this time, it was less than five meters away from his face.

In such a short period of time, the human brain has no time to react, and all that can be relied on is the natural response of the body that remains due to long-term training.

A straight punch did not drag the slightest mud and water, Zhao Huchen's fist was horrific into the gauze bag, and the fine sand wrapped in the gravel poured out of the sandbag, Zhao Huchen actually burst the sandbag with one punch, and it was a sandbag wrapped in countless sharp stones that were enough to break people's hands.

Zhao Huchen's hand was withdrawn from the sandbag, and he didn't look at the bloody hand, Zhao Huchen held the sandbag steady, his expression was not shocked, and he didn't seem to be surprised by the successive "accidents" in front of him.

In fact, in the past 20 years, except for the first five years old, Zhao Huchen, who started at the age of six, had to receive this kind of training every day, from the beginning of physical training, combat training to later "accidental" training like now, and the initiator of everything was his grandfather who was lying in the yard with a peaceful expression, Zhao Laoji.

With his back to the room, listening to the sound coming from the room, Zhao Laoji, who closed his eyes and recuperated, showed a satisfied smile on the corner of his mouth, and his face, which was originally a little rigid because of his expressionlessness, softened a little, and hummed a slight Peking Opera tune, Zhao Laoji was as peaceful as the sunset hanging in the sky.

A thick black figure more than a meter long sprang out of the rice jar, its cloudy eyes like a layer of cocoons roaming around with the shaking of its head, and its scarlet tongue spitting out, the snake was about to escape.

Zhao Huchen leaned over and grabbed the snake's seven inches, grabbed the snake's tail with the other hand and walked out of the house, pinched the snake's seven inches of two fingers and pinched the spine hard, felt the snake's heartbeat under the fingers, Zhao Huchen easily ended the life of this struggling poisonous snake, unscrewed the snake's head and threw it away, leaving all the snake's gallbladder and other internal organs thrown to the sunspot, Zhao Huchen washed and peeled the snake, and ran to cut off a few pieces of good antelope meat, washing rice and cooking rice, everything was done in an orderly manner, and it was dark.

In the nearly dark sky, Zhao Huchen sat on the threshold and applied medicine to the wounds on his body.

One hand took the potion and cotton swab from Zhao Huchen's hand, it was grandpa.

Zhao Huchen sat quietly on the threshold, allowing his grandfather to medicate his wounds, a treatment he hadn't enjoyed since he was thirteen years old and was able to read and go up the mountain to fight a wild boar.

"Got a wild boar?" Zhao Laoji looked at the hideous blood trough on Zhao Huchen's back, the new wound covered the old wound, and on Zhao Huchen's body, the wound on his back was obviously more than the wound on his chest, because as long as the back did not hurt the spine, no one could die, and the beast on the mountain was fierce, and it was not a joke if he left a wound in front of him without paying attention to disemboweling his belly.

"Hmm." Zhao Huchen nodded and responded.

The grandfather and grandson never talked much, Zhao Huchen heard more of his grandfather's scolding when he was a child, that was because he was lazy or failed in training, gradually, his grandfather's scolding was less, which also proved that his training was very effective.

Zhao Laoji rubbed the medicinal wine on Zhao Huchen's back vigorously, and Zhao Huchen, who touched the wound, felt that the potion penetrated into the wound, because there was no skin protection, so it directly reacted with the flesh and blood, and the soreness and numbness made him bite the root, and he didn't snort when he was used to it.

"Do you know what went wrong today?" After taking the medicine, Zhao Laoji sat in the courtyard, raised his head and looked at the moon that had appeared in the sky at some point, and asked.

"It's not done thoroughly, and people get the hang of it." Zhao Huchen gave an answer that seemed to ordinary people to be absolutely crooked.

"Knowing that you will make mistakes, the sin is one more degree." Zhao Laoji's response was even more unexpected.

"There is no second chance for many things, being caught by your enemy is equivalent to giving you a butcher knife that can kill yourself, there is no suspense, he will definitely not hesitate to die, so what you can do is to leave absolutely no trouble, even if you are a wicked person, you must do evil things. Do you remember when I told you about the grades of being bad guys? Zhao Laoji, who was lying in the rocking chair, raised his eyelids and glanced at Zhao Huchen, who was sitting on the threshold and raised his head to look at the moon, and his original stern tone gradually softened, this child has suffered too much, and he himself may not feel bitter when he grew up in such an environment, but he, the initiator, has always felt guilty about it.

Just because he can't afford to give Zhao Huchen a childhood that an ordinary child should have.

"The bad people of the third grade are afraid of justice, the bad people of the second grade cater to justice, and the bad people of the first grade control justice." Zhao Huchen replied without hesitation.

"Good." Zhao Laoji nodded, closed his eyes again, and said lightly: "Those who do some things all day long are bad people who do not enter the stream, dare to kill, dare to cause trouble, dare to do evil, are the bad people of the third grade, and those who can rely on gray income to get up and thrive are the bad guys of the second grade, and the bad guys of the first grade are those who are not born and are not known but have always controlled the social order. And today you made two mistakes in a row, the first mistake was to choose the wrong place and time with the wrong means to do the wrong thing, and the second mistake was that you were going to kill the other person at all costs when someone pointed a gun at me, which is a big mistake, and no one can deserve it. In this society, people can really do not kill for themselves in order to go to the highest position, learn to be ruthless and unrighteous is the true meaning of the law of the jungle, prematurely opened the last card and finally lay down will not be your enemy but yourself. ”

Zhao Laoji's words were exquisite, and Zhao Huchen listened to them word by word and wrote them down carefully.

"Since you have done something wrong, you have to be punished, the old rule, a thousand push-ups with two bags of rice, and you are not allowed to eat until you finish it." Zhao Laoji said calmly.

Zhao Huchen was not the slightest dissatisfied, and after answering the call, he walked into the room and took out two bags of fifty catties of rice, and after putting them on his shoulders, he began to do push-ups.

This kind of training, which seemed a little appalling to others, was normal for Zhao Huchen, and as for whether it was bitter or not, he had long forgotten what it was like. Just as people who are accustomed to drinking Chinese medicine may not feel unbearable when they chew Coptis chinensis, people who grow up in honey pots every day can't bear a little bitterness, this is the biggest difference between Zhao Huchen and his peers.

This tenacity honed in an extremely difficult environment is exactly what his grandfather, his master, was happy to see.

"After eating, send the other half of the antelope to your master, and when you leave Zhaojia Village in the future, you can forget anyone, but you can't forget the kindness of your master's family to you." At this time, Zhao Laoji returned to the appearance of the little old man who had no quarrel with the world, bent his back slightly, and walked into the house with his hands behind his back.

Ordinary people would never have seen that this hunched old man was a powerful old man who could easily frighten the group of people with shotguns in their hands in the afternoon, and the lights were dim, and only he knew the vicissitudes and secrets of the old man.

After doing the push-ups, Zhao Huchen walked to the master's house with the half of the antelope after eating and taking a bath, and of course, there was also an extra front leg that he specially brought, because the master likes to eat front leg meat.

When Zhao Huchen saw his master for the first time, he knew that the third uncle, who was full of an elegant temperament all over his body, was definitely different from ordinary rough men, but he couldn't tell what kind of different methods he had.

The forty-year-old always has a smile on his face, and he has never seen him argue with anyone, but Zhao Taidou, who is such a girl in the eyes of rural people, is the most respected person in the nearby ten miles and eight towns.

The one who opened the door for Zhao Huchen was Shi Niang, a woman with a beautiful face, and the only woman in Zhaojia Village who married in from the city, and she had a kind of ladylike temperament that Zhao Huchen had never seen in other rough women in Zhaojia Village.

"Hello teacher." Zhao Huchen said politely.

No matter how fierce and wild Zhao Huchen is, he also knows that the master's family is really good to him, so whether it is to the master or the master, he will always respect him from the bottom of his heart.

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