The summer is scorching, and the cicadas are chirping.

A 50 or 60 meters wide cobblestone river pierces through the mountains and flows into the distance.

The sun shines on the water, and the golden light is like scales.

The only trail that meanders along this big river called Qingliujiang River and submerges into the rolling mountains, like a lazy long snake lying between the mountains and rivers.

In the villagers of Fanmian Village, who have faced the loess with their backs to the sky all their lives, idle men and lazy women gather in the poplar forest outside the private school on the bank of the Qingliu River at the entrance of the village, taking advantage of the shade to enjoy the shade and gag to spend the hot time.

Talking about the trivial matters of the east and west families, or using meat jokes to tease those lazy mothers-in-law and lonely widows.

From time to time, laughter rang out.

The baby face in June was turned over, and a thunderclap exploded in the sky.

The idlers who are familiar with the four o'clock look up at the sky, and don't pay attention to it, how can it rain in a clear sky.

There is a demon wind blowing.

The stupid son of the Huang family, who had been sitting quietly on the periphery of the crowd, suddenly shook his spirit, his cloudy eyes shone with fine light, he looked around, his expression became inexplicably excited, and he looked up to the sky and laughed wildly.

The end is domineering.

Under the shade of the willow trees, the sound of idle men and rotten mothers-in-law gags came to an abrupt end.

The nephew of the old Huang family, the white-haired old man Huang Dougen in his sixties is closest to his stupid son, and he is about to slap him when he gets up, "Usually stupid in dog days, what are you laughing at!" ”

But I saw the stupid son turn over and flash, and glared at Huang Dougen angrily, "Old turtle, you dare to beat me, do you know who I am?" ”

The muddy old eyes of the soybean root rolled, and before he could speak, he heard the stupid son laugh wildly: "After my flowers bloom, a hundred flowers are killed, and the city is full of golden armor, I can't imagine that my yellow nest is alive again——"

Before the words fell, I heard the clear sky thunder again.

The white-haired soybean root, who was already in his sixties, changed his face greatly, turned around and ran.

Agile as an eighteen-year-old boy.

It seemed that if you took a slow step, you would be struck by lightning, and in the blink of an eye, you jumped more than ten meters away.

The villagers of Fanmian Village, who were still chatting about the sky before, were like ghosts, but in just a breath, they crawled away from their stupid son, and the shade of the willow trees was a mess.

Everyone stood in the distance, looking at the stupid son with pity in their eyes.

A bolt of lightning suddenly appeared from the clear sky, tearing through the sky and surging down, through the dense willow shade, snapping, and accurately slashing on the top of the stupid son's head, ah, the stupid son turned over and fell to the ground.

It's dead.

The shade of the willow trees fills the air with a rich fragrance.

Meaty.

Dead again......

However, these idle men and lazy women were not surprised at all, nor were they frightened, but gathered together and gossiped.

Someone muttered, "What's this poor Yellow Nest?" ”

But no one answered, nothing mattered, he was dead anyway.

Huang Dougen looked regretful, "How can this be said to my sister-in-law, although he is a stupid son, he is a living person, now he is okay, I have to say what kind of Huang Chao I am, this is not struck by lightning, what do you say." ”

The thirty-year-old charm has a little bit of beauty, and the widow Wang, who almost steals all the men in the village, pouted, scratched her head and straightened her chest, and pinched the yin and yang weird voice, "What's not good to say, the stupid son is not the first, our fan noodle village is not good in feng shui, and one or two people will be killed every year." ”

Aunt Zhou, who was grinding tofu in the village, spit out a phlegm, sighed, and felt the same way, "Yes, there must be something wrong with the feng shui in our village, and I was like this more than ten years ago, repairing the roof and falling down and being in a coma for a long time, and woke up and said that he was the king of Lanling who wanted to return to the palace, and then he was also killed by thunder." The most pitiful thing is Li Ruyu's child, after his mother-in-law and grandfather were hacked to death, his mother and old man said that he was the Taizong of the Tang Dynasty, and the other said what he was...... I can't remember, it's all chopped into char anyway. ”

After a pause, "Fortunately, Li Ruyu, this kid is lucky, he survived four times by thunder." ”

The two bastards in the village who don't learn and don't know how to do it picked their feet, "The woman's opinion, you know that nonsense, it is not only our fan noodle village that was killed by thunder, more than ten years ago when Li Ruyu's grandfather and mother-in-law were killed by thunder, what did you say, and the county lord was alarmed, and finally the government said it, saying that this is called a normal phenomenon, and there are everywhere in the cool world." ”

After a pause, he hid his face and sighed as a private school master, "The world will be chaotic when demons emerge!" ”

But it provoked a burst of ridicule.

Widow Wang laughed, I don't know whether it was intentional or unintentional, her chest trembled more and more, "Why are there so many in our village?" Anyway, you should still find a feng shui gentleman to take a look, last year, the daughter-in-law of the old Yang family, just married into the door for half a year, the big fat boy has not had time to give birth, Huanyi fell into the water, and after being rescued, he lost his mind and said that he was Mulan, and he was also struck by lightning. ”

The old widower Sun of the west entrance of the village, who was yellow-skinned and thin, could be blown down by a gust of wind, took advantage of no one's attention, reached out and touched the widow's buttocks, with a thief smile on his face, but his tone was a little sour: "Then you go and give birth to a son for the old Yang family, didn't their father and son climb into your bed." ”

Widow Wang laughed, and her sagging chest trembled, "If the old lady wants to give birth, will your turtle son rely on my family and not leave?" ”

Sun Widower swallowed his saliva and stared at his chest.

Huang Dougen said angrily: "The dead person is still talking about those inexplicable things here, and his conscience has been eaten by dogs!" ”

Sun Widower, who was accused of scolding Huai, was a little embarrassed, his old face was red, and he said, "It's about my hammer, I don't have a son, you are serious about pretending to be eggs, a few days ago, you didn't go to the widow's house in the middle of the night, and you barked like a male dog, and you lost your ancestors!" ”

The crowd burst into laughter.

Huang Dougen was annoyed and angry, and he rolled up his sleeves and was about to rush forward, "Sun widower of the dog day is talking nonsense, Lao Tzu will kill you!" ”

Sun Widower was startled, and took a few steps back with a weak heart, but his mouth was very loud, "Come on, come on, don't kill me, you are a turtle son, as if Lao Tzu is afraid of you." ”

Everyone knows the virtues of Huang Dougen and Sun Widower, and knows that they can't fight, so they just watch the excitement and don't go to the fight.

Sure enough.

Seeing that no one was pulling the rack, after the soybean root rushed up, he just dragged Sun Widower's clothes, and didn't dare to really do it, and Sun Widower didn't dare to do it, the two of them pulled each other's clothes and stared at each other, foaming at the mouth.

"Try it with one finger on my finger!"

"I'm moving you and you!"

"I'm going to kill you today."

“……”

In the private school, the middle-aged master with a ring ruler in his hand was dressed in green clothes, with a stubbled beard, and he had the charm of an uncle with vicissitudes, standing in front of the window, staring at it for a while before coming over, and glanced at the charred stupid son's corpse, and said angrily: "What is the trouble, Huang Dougen, you go to tell the soybean sprouts that her stupid son was hacked to death, let her collect the body, two bastards, you go to the market tomorrow to find Li Zheng and talk about it, just say that our fan noodle village has died again...... Well, don't talk about being killed by lightning, just say falling into the water, so as not to provoke the pacification division and cause unnecessary trouble. ”

The master's surname is Li, he came from other places, he likes the scenery of the village, so he lives to teach for a living, this residence is ten years, he is the most inky person in the fan village, and his words are more effective than Lizheng.

waved his hand, "Disperse, disperse, don't affect the children's reading." ”

The crowd dispersed.

This is called high morality......

Li Fuzi looked at the corpse, pulled the corners of his mouth, and said something that did not match the identity of the scholar: "Fool, look for death." ”

The master carried the ruler back to the private school.

Slow, commonplace.

What year does the village not kill a handful of people?

In which year did the Great Liang Dynasty not kill a bunch of people?

Under the shade of the willow trees, the cicadas still croaked, and only the charred corpse was left with the smell of flesh.

Poor Yellow Nest......

At the door of the private school, a thirteen-year-old slender young man, with delicate facial features, a healthy wheat complexion, and a cyan robe on his body, although there were a bunch of mended, it was extremely clean, and it was a little gray because of too much water.

looked at the charred corpse in the distance in a daze, as if he remembered the past, his face was afraid, his eyes were shining, and his expression was sad.

Li Fuzi sighed, "Ruyu, go back to study." ”

Li Ruyu hesitated, but still asked, "Master, who does he say he is?" ”

Li Fuzi groaned for a while, looked up at the sky, seemed to be a little weak-hearted, and sighed faintly: "He, his name is Huang Chao." Then he muttered to himself in a voice that only he could hear, "After the Tang Dynasty?" I've never heard of it......"

Li Ruyu returned to class, took out a small notebook, took out a piece of paper inside, lifted the pen, and seriously added a name on it: Huang Chao.

Before Huang Chao, there were nearly a dozen names.

Taizong of the Tang Dynasty, Zhao Zilong, King of Lanling, Hua Mulan......

Li Fuzi, who was carrying a ring ruler to monitor the students' reading, walked past Li Ruyu, looked at the familiar or unfamiliar names on it, and sighed deeply in his heart, it is really not easy to live......

After my flowers bloom, a hundred flowers are killed, and the city is full of golden armor.

The poems are good, and there are some talents.

In the distance, the cry of soybean sprouts was faintly heard, and I was heartbroken.