As soon as Mao Yulong entered the courtyard, he heard a mother-in-law crying and a child, Mao Yulong couldn't help frowning, these are all those volunteer family members who followed him to fight, and they were worried about their men.

In fact, there was nothing to worry about, when I rushed out with these volunteers, it was the refugees whose homes were destroyed and their parents were killed. And when they expressed their sworn resistance, those rebels had already messed up, so these volunteers who brought out by themselves actually had no casualties at all, morale and tailwind, do you still see casualties? Where do the defeated dare to resist?

But just as he heard a cry, a sonorous voice in the room roared loudly, "My son is the best, and at the same time my son has promised you to kill a rebel, with a liter of rice, and my rice will be placed outside, and when the statistics are out, my old woman will definitely not break her word and get fat." As for the dead and wounded, even if the government does not have a pension, my old woman will pay it back to you, is 20 taels per person enough? ”

Mao Yulong stopped and listened to his mother's arrangement with satisfaction.

"Sister of the Zhao family, you take out the silver from under my bed now, put it directly in the courtyard, and when my son comes back, count the number of personnel, and distribute it according to what I say."

Then there was silence in the room, and in a short time a few sturdy women brought out a heap of silver.

These silvers were won by Song Yuanshan at the beginning, and after paying the compensation of 10,000 Zhao family father and son, he gave 300 taels to the cell bosses, and finally the remaining 500 taels.

The mother carried the five hundred taels to the courtyard in the eyes of ordinary people, and carried them to the courtyard under the escort of her uncle with a black face and a kitchen knife.

Under the illumination of the setting sun, the silver ingots flashed with dazzling light, completely suppressing the cries of all women.

The sonorous voice of the mother came from the house again, "If it is not enough, I will sell this piece of the house, and I will give it to you." But you must know one thing, what is my son and I doing this for? For whom? If it weren't for my son organizing the men of your family to become volunteers, our area would have been burned down by the rebels; You must remember to me that it was my son who organized these people, including the men of your family, to keep your belongings and the peace of this area. I should not have given you money, but you should have given us money to thank my son for his organization. ”

Hearing this, Mao Yulong couldn't help but admire this mother who understands righteousness, understands things, and has to be unforgiving.

That's the way it is, if it weren't for the volunteers they organized, their families would have been burned down a long time ago, where are they still crying and complaining here?

But as a result, these people complained that the men of their own family were killed and injured after following them into battle, but they put this responsibility on their own heads, which is simply unreasonable.

But people are like this, they only remember the surface of following Mao Yulong to fight, but they forget the essence of defending their homeland.

With a long sigh in his heart, he put the little girl on his neck, and walked into the yard with a smile, and shouted to the mother in the house, "Mother, I'm back." This sound is ordinary, just like a child who goes to the street to buy vegetables and comes back to report to his mother, so usual.

There was a moment of silence in the room, and then a cheerful "Ugh-"

There wasn't much echo, just this one, like a child who went to the street to buy vegetables came back, and the mother instinctively agreed.

Everything is so natural, all the worries in the wind and rain are fluttering away with the wind.

With the promise, the mother walked out with the support of her aunt and Aunt Zhao, and saw her son who was safe and sound, but the mother said lightly; "You're back, have you eaten?"

Mao Yulong replied indifferently, "Not yet, do you have any food?" ”

The mother pointed to the kitchen, "It's hot in the pot, you go into the house, and I'll bring it to you." ”

Mao Yulong replied with a smile: "Hard work, mother." Then in everyone's eyes, he carried Xiaoya and took Xiaohuang into the hall.

Of course, my mother didn't have to go to serve Mao Yulong food in person, so Aunt Zhao hurriedly went with my aunt.

The mother entered the house, and did not close the door of the hall, but calmly asked in front of the neighbors who were all over the yard, "What is the result?" ”

Mao Yulong took the chopsticks handed over by his aunt, took a bite of the rice sent by Aunt Zhao, and replied while chewing a mouthful of scrambled eggs, "It's just a straggler, it's not vulnerable at all, I took our neighborhood, like a bamboo, and later those suffering people joined, and they were even more invincible." Then he looked at the women who were panicked and worried, and said apologetically to an old aunt, "My uncle is the most unlucky, he was stabbed, but fortunately, the injury is not serious, it has been bandaged, and the government has promised to compensate your family for ten taels of silver, and it will be sent over in a while." ”

It's not that Mao Yulong is talking nonsense, that's how things are. The rebels only cared about looting, they only used force against the people who had no ability to resist, once the people resisted, and it was the thousands of people led by Mao Yulong to attack, the only thing those rebels could do was to hug their heads and run away.

And the volunteers composed of the relatives of the people who were slaughtered by the rebels rushed to the front early to avenge the burned homes and the relatives who died. Therefore, the final effect of these righteous braveries brought out by Mao Yulong is to strengthen the courage of those people, so there are no casualties at all.

The mother didn't say anything to her son, and asked directly, "Has the war subsided?" ”

"Settled."

"Are there any stragglers who threaten us?"

"The market is still peaceful."

Then the mother asked, "Have these volunteers who followed you out been recognized by the government?" ”

"Of course, it was recognized by the government." Then he pointed to the materials in the courtyard with chopsticks, "Even if the government doesn't recognize it, the 100 stone of grain and 500 taels of silver are enough for me to fulfill my promise." ”

In order to protect this neighborhood, they need their own families to come up with money and food, and in the hearts of those women who used to cry, they have felt infinitely ashamed, and no one has mentioned this matter anymore.

But the mother loudly announced, "Manly husband, a promise, I promised everyone that I must practice, I also know that money is good, but I know that credibility is important, so I will now officially announce to everyone that within two days, the government has not rewarded it, then these things in my yard are everyone's." Then asked Mao Yulong with a serious face: "Can you agree with my mother's arrangement?" ”

Mao Yulong indifferently picked up the rice and replied vaguely, "Our mother is in charge, and you have the final say." ”

The mother waved her hand on the steps, "The streets and alleys are peaceful, the days will pass, everyone go back." But you can look at me, this food and silver, I will never move back into the house until you are not compensated. ”

This is a strong mother, this is a family that is weak and dependent on each other in the face of her own strength.

After eating a meal peacefully, grandma and mother, no one asked Mao Yulong what his final result was.

Mao Yulong, who hadn't eaten or slept all night long, didn't want to explain the purpose of what he did, because it was indeed unclear that his original little calculation had already been understood by those people.

After eating two steamed buns and a bowl of gruel, he looked at the yard that should have been his own home, and said nothing, dragging his tired body to climb onto the hot kang head, and fell asleep.

Grandma and mother looked at this weak child distressedly, sleeping on the kang head, no longer having a firm image, sleeping soundly in a puddle of mud, tears couldn't help but fall.

A child, saving an ethnic group, saving the neighbors, saving this neighborhood, no matter what the government thinks, in this neighborhood ethnic group, he is a hero.

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