Lin Ziyuan took his fingers, knocked aimlessly on the table in front of him, and muttered for a long time, filtering the situation in front of him seriously.

"I estimate that in order not to leak the news, it is unlikely that the yards will enter the village, and eighty percent of them will be assembled in a nearby ravine.

You just have to watch from afar, remember the general number of people, divide the way, and come back and report to me, and there is nothing else to investigate!

But don't keep in mind that you can't surprise the yards, if these people blow up, it will be a big trouble to clean up! This mountain can't always be guarded against them by spending money and money! ”

Lin Ziyuan was nagging and confessing there. Ermao got permission, turned his head and left: "Okay, okay!" It's not endless, learn from my sister? It's really not a family that doesn't enter the door! When I was a three-year-old! Don't look at whose apprentice I am..."

The night was getting deeper, and the air was filled with the tension of the pre-war period. Lin Ziyuan sat under the oil lamp, studying the newly drawn map of the terrain of Mawang Mountain and its surroundings, and carefully pondered whether there was anything forgotten or omitted.

As a military commander, it was the first time to command such a large battle, and Lin Ziyuan also had some drums in his heart.

Pizi came in quietly: "Uncle, Brother Chenghu, they have gone down the mountain, and I have given him everything I know." ”

"Good! You're doing a great job! Lin Ziyuan put away the drawings in front of him: "Pizi, what's your tuba name?" Are you in your teens this year? Twelve? Such a big person, can't you keep screaming skinny? Where is home? How did you get up to this Mawang Mountain later? ”

"Back to my uncle, I'm thirteen this year, right? Or fourteen? I don't remember clearly, I didn't have a good life in the mountains, and my body didn't grow fast...

When I was four or five years old, my father and mother got sick and both died, and I wandered to a village alone, and I grew up eating 100 family meals in this village...

I can't remember which village, but I remember that there was a big well at the entrance of the village, and there was a big old locust tree by the well. When I was hungry, I climbed the old locust tree to find bird eggs to eat, fell into the well, and almost drowned..."

Pi Zi recalled his life experience very calmly and calmly in front of Lin Ziyuan, just like telling a long story.

It turned out that this skin was an orphan when he was a child, and he wandered everywhere when he was a few years old, and he was fed by a mouthful of rice and a mouthful of soup from the east family of the people in the village, and then there was a drought, and the old people in the village who could not move starved to death, but everyone who could still move went out to escape the famine.

Heaven does not pity the poor, that winter was particularly cold, the child wore a scattered single clothes, nested in the grass pile of the broken temple outside the village for the night.

When I got up during the day, in order to keep warm, I went to the village to find the children of those families who were still able to live and did not go out to escape the famine, and played and kicked the shuttlecock.

If you're lucky, you'll be able to beg for a bite to eat. When they were hungry, they grabbed food with the landlord's big dog, ate dog food frozen into ice slag, and sometimes picked up sheep dung and eggs that fell on the ground to eat. Under such conditions, he never got sick and survived strongly.

No matter how far he went, he still rushed back to the ruined temple to spend the night. People wondered, why didn't this poor child freeze to death on these nine cold days?

An old beggar who walked around solved the mystery: this kid picked up a broken cotton nest (a kind of cotton shoe) out of nowhere, and held the cotton nest in his heart at night, leaving a trace of heat, and with this, he survived all night long!

The old beggar was also ruthless, and took the cotton nest from the child's arms under the dark! On this night, the child ran around the temple all night. Early the next morning, the tired and hungry child fainted under the old locust tree.

There lived a sick woman by the well, and when she saw that he was pitiful, she poured a mouthful of hot water into her life, and gave him half of the chaff cake that was left in the house, but the old woman herself died of hunger.

The village could not stay any longer, so the child asked someone to help bury the sick mother-in-law, and kept the spirit for her for a day and a night.

But everywhere there are refugees fleeing the famine, and it is not uncommon for the victims to fight for a bite to eat. I can't count the dead people who have been carried to the mountains all day.

In troubled times, people's lives are as cheap as dirt! An eight-year-old child, who is small and lonely, and has no family to take care of him, can he mix up a few mouthfuls of food?

The child saw that many people were hungry and ate soil, but they couldn't pull it out, and they fell to death! The thin child has only one tendon left and picks a big head, and there is really no way to live! Pizi himself groped his way up to Mawang Mountain.

In front of the king of the mountain, Ma Dascar, the child spit lotus flowers in his mouth, and performed his own somersault stunt, which made Ma Dascar laugh: "What a clever and ghostly skin!" ”

Pizi is a small animal in the mountains, not much bigger than a weasel, but very clever, Ma Dascar described this child with Pizi.

The child hit the snake with the stick: "Thank you for the name, from now on, my skin will be your person the king!" For the king, I will go in the water and fire, and I will not say a word! From then on, the name of the leather was called.

The yards on the mountain, each of them is the uncle of the skin, running all over the mountains during the day, doing this and that for the yards, and not being idle at night, the night pot of the size is his job.

Anyone can call him to drink, Ma Da Scar is in a good mood, reward him with a mouthful of food, in a bad mood, torture him in a different way, and the skin is bullied in the mountains. It's just that I eat the pot water and leftovers every day, but I can finally eat a mouthful of food.

Pizi relied on a mouth and a lively mind, and survived tenaciously, this time it was four or five years, and he also saved a small belongings for himself, until Lin Ziyuan hit the mountain...

After listening to Pizi's story, Lin Ziyuan sighed again and again, this Pizi, in the chaotic world, has survived all the way, it can't but be said to be a miracle!

"Leather! I didn't expect you to be young, but you have tasted the warmth and coldness of the world. In this world, there are bad people, just like the old beggar who robbed you of your cotton nest, but there are also good people, like the sick mother-in-law.

To the wicked, be jealous and hateful, and beat them to death with a stick; But for good people, we must also be grateful, and we can't be too good to them. ”

Lin Ziyuan taught Pi Zi earnestly, afraid that this child would be distorted by this dark world, and he didn't know if he could listen to it, but it was better to say it than not to say anything, right?

"Aunt Xie! Uncle has a heart! I know it very well! No one had ever said these words to him, and Pi Zi was grateful in his heart and gave it to Lin Ziyuan seriously.

"Mawang Mountain is broken, and you have nowhere to go, so follow me! Don't worry, on this Mawang Mountain, no one will treat you as an outsider in the future! When it's time to turn around, I'll send someone to find out where you came from...

Don't worry about it, this person, all his life, always know where he came from, when the world is peaceful, you have to go back to the village, thank the villagers who gave you food, and then go to the grave of the sick mother-in-law to say goodbye! ”

"Aunt Xie took it in, I'm grateful for the skin!" Skin's eyes were red.

Lin Ziyuan sighed slightly: "That's it, since you have worshiped Qiaoyun as a teacher, we can be regarded as a family, in the future, you will follow my surname Lin first, and then change it when you recognize your ancestors and return to your ancestors in the future...

Seeing that your temperament is too jumpy, this is a good thing for you, but also a bad thing, I will name you Chenghou, is for the meaning of calm and heavy, I hope you will encounter things in the future, smart, but also calm down, think twice, what do you think? ”

Pizi knelt down with a plop and burst into tears: "Aunt Xie... Brother Xie gave the surname and named him, and I will be called Lin Chenghou in the future....My skin is finally asked for by someone... Finally a home... Woo woo...

Lin Chenghou's name is so good, I died when I was four years old, I have no relatives, I don't know where my father and mother are buried, how can there be any recognition of ancestors and return to the ancestors!

In the future, I will be Lin Chenghou, and I will not change it again, Brother Xie! Thank you, big brother! Pi Zi cried and kept kowtowing to Lin Ziyuan.

"Alright, alright! A man has gold under his knees, how can he kneel down at every turn! Stand up! Lin Ziyuan also had a sour nose.

"Your master Qiaoyun is not idle on weekdays, and he has no time to teach you anything, so you can follow you to become a tiger brother first! His ability is even higher than your master's! It's only right to learn the skill of saving your life first..."

Since then, the skin named Lin Chenghou has become Lin Ziyuan's right-hand man. Galloping on the battlefield all his life, he has never been defeated, and he has killed the enemy in fear.

And General Lin Chenghou is bound to shave before the big event, and it will take most of the day to shave. He always kept in mind Lin Ziyuan's teachings, knew how Lin Chenghou's name came about, and used the time of shaving to calm down and sort out the plan before and after, and the whole person was smart and calm.

There are two interesting stories that have been handed down: one is that he is known as the shaved general.

"Commander Lin has shaved!" When everyone heard the news, they were relieved: the big thing was decided! Therefore, everyone gave him the nickname of "Shaved General".

But the brothers who knew him well were very disdainful: what a shaved general! It's obviously the general of the teapot... I have been carrying a night pot in Mawang Mountain for four years! But if this kind of statement is heard by his descendants and old subordinates, you have to be anxious!

The second is that the name of Pizi has been called by the old brothers on Mawang Mountain: What Lin Chenghou! Called Chenglin Shangtian, he is also a little skin!

An interesting scene appeared: Whoever went to the headquarters to look for him, and when he entered the door, he looked for Commander Lin Chenghoulin, then someone must have asked him to discuss things.

If you are far away, you will shout: "Skin! Leather! Where are you going to die? "Eighty percent of these old brothers came to him to borrow money!

I know the habit of leather, I don't say a word when I enter the door, I go straight to the night pot, and I just pick it up and leave! The matter of hiding money in the leather night pot was spread by the old brothers on Mawang Mountain, and it became a joke for a while. Commander Lin's night pot is in short supply.

Lin Chenghou also came to the end, bought dozens of night pots in one go, loaded them with money one by one, covered them with a leather, and placed them in his living room!

Didn't they all come to borrow money and look for skins? Na! It's all here, take it away, don't say a word of nonsense, hurry up and pick it up!