Ma Li'er was embarrassed, afraid that it would be even more unbearable to be misunderstood as a brother and sister, so she had to blush: "Uncle, I'm sorry, my husband and I are out and about, and we are too careful."

Yang Ling was stunned, and at this time, he would inevitably draw darker and darker, so he had to keep silent. Dahan suddenly said: "I said, it's to go back to my parents' house for the New Year, right?" The Tartars are tossing so badly, and we're running away from the city, so come with us."

The surname of the big man is Han, called Han Lin, the eldest son is called Han Wei, the second son is called Han Wu, the name of the third is vulgar, called Mancang, the people from poor families often give their children some auspicious names, Yang Ling has seen several people called Mancang, but unfortunately most of the people who call this name are poor.

Han Lin hid in the mountain nest in front of him, and took in the number 100 refugees along the way, thanks to the father and son hunting to survive. The family looked relatively wooden, not good at cold and noisy communication, just smiled politely, and strode ahead with their prey on their backs.

Man Cang'er took the muntjac deer, looked at Yang Ling with a smile, looked at Ma Lian'er, turned Yang Ling, and whispered: "Brother Yang, your daughter-in-law is very beautiful, more beautiful than my sister."

Ma Li'er's face was flushed when she heard this, but a joy inadvertently floated between her eyebrows, 'daughter-in-law', this title really made her throb at the beginning of her love. Yang Ling coughed twice in embarrassment, unable to admit or deny, so he had to pretend to be deaf and dumb.

Han Wu said to Han Wei: "Big brother, after the heavy snowfall, the beasts forage for food, it is really a good opportunity for hunting, and now more than a hundred people can mix it with broth and drink it."

Han Wei said: "Well, the young people have gone to the neighborhood to pick dried fruits, plus these prey, it is enough for everyone to have a full meal, and it is estimated that they will be able to go to the Jiming Station next night."

Han Wu took a sip and said: "Even those old people and children also know how to pick up some dry firewood nearby for everyone to keep warm, but the third brother of the Yang family is too bad, why don't you do it, eat and drain it, which makes people angry!" ”

Han Wei bumped into him and said, "Don't scratch it, let your father hear and kick you, it's our brother-in-law's relatives, and it's not bad for him."

Han Mancang was snorting angrily while competing with the little muntjac: "If you want me to say, we shouldn't have fled back, there are only more than 30 Tartars who went to our village to rob, and with my father and our martial arts, we still haven't cleaned them up?" ”

Uncle Han stood on a rock wall and snorted heavily at his youngest son, "Arrogant! Let's clean up those dozens of Tartars, and if we turn back, we can attract hundreds or thousands of Tartars to level the village, what is the use of personal martial arts in the Ten Thousand Horse Army?

He crossed his waist and taught his son: "When I was studying art in Shaolin, I heard that when Cheng Zu was martyred, Master Daoyan asked Shaolin to send 300 monks and soldiers to help in the war, and in the end only more than 100 people came back alive, half of whom were still disabled. At that time, Master Xuyun, the elder of the Luohan Hall, who was leading the team, was invulnerable to swords and guns in a golden bell jar and iron cloth shirt, and he only lasted one cup of tea and was shot into a stab by random arrows."

Han Mancang said unconvinced: "Isn't it useless to learn martial arts?" Father Han said hesitantly: "Not really, the three hundred monks and soldiers in Shaolin have resisted more than 2,000 people for an hour, but the army is fighting, what is the role of hundreds of martial arts masters?" ”

Yang Ling saw that the little guy was a little frustrated, so he coaxed him and said: "Don't be discouraged, that's the commander's lawlessness, of course it doesn't work for such a master to send him to charge into battle, if he is responsible for robbing and burning grain and grass and sniping officials, it is more effective than tens of thousands of troops." ”

When Yang Ling said this, he suddenly blessed his heart, and his heart sighed: "Won't it?" His surname is Han, he has three sons, studied art in Shaolin, and is now a hunter."

Yang Ling's heart was a little hairy: "Could it be that this is the old father-in-law, brother-in-law, and brother-in-law who I have never met?" But I don't know him, he doesn't know me."

In fact, even if he doesn't have a muddy face now, Father Han won't think about his son-in-law. Father Han also saw his uncle a few times after his daughter got married, but his current complexion is too far from the original appearance of his pale face and dying.

Han Lin had already learned from the fleeing villagers that his uncle had recovered and moved to Jimingyi, even if he looked familiar now, he would not have thought that this person who took his daughter-in-law to the city to visit relatives would be his son-in-law.

And Yang Ling had never seen the young lady's mother's family, and he was afraid that the young lady would see the flaws, and when he heard her chat about his family, he didn't dare to ask their names.

He chatted with Father Han nervously: "Uncle Han, where did you escape from at this time?" ”

Han Lin said: "From Pingyunling, I hunted in the mountains for more than ten days, and I ran into a tartar as soon as I returned to the fort, and I hurriedly drilled the ravine with the villagers, where did you two come from?" ”

Yang Ling's heart was shocked, Pingyunling? It won't be wrong, this big man who is dressed in animal skins and is big enough to pack his whole body is really the old man of Taishan!

He laughed dryly twice, and hurriedly remedied: "Uncle misunderstood, that young lady is not clumsy, she just didn't know the roots, so she lied to you."

"Oh?" Han Lin glanced at him suspiciously, and Yang Ling hurriedly explained: "Well, in fact, the two of us came from Jimingyi to report to our Ming Army, but as a result, we were chased by the Tartars and lost in this forest. As for how frightened she was at the time, you are from here, you also understand, huh? Hehehe", he raised his chin to the old man and handed over a very manly smile.

Han Lin laughed knowingly, and touched his beard after laughing, still not knowing what he understood, but he didn't want to ask again. Yang Ling took the opportunity to briefly talk about a series of experiences of his own communication, ambush, escape, and encounter with wolves, and first gave his father-in-law a preventive shot.

In the col, people used the trunks of dead trees to build many slope-shaped canopies, which were covered with leaves and snow to become temporary homes, and now a few iron pots with stones were erected in front of the shacks, and the wood was crackling, and the snow water in the pots had boiled, and there was a curling white gas.

These people seem to have escaped from experience, pots and pans are readily available, in fact, all their usual belongings except for the two-bed cover, this is the only thing. Seeing that Han Lin and his son brought back so much prey, those ragged and sluggish-looking refugees became a little angry, and they came up to help them carry and slaughter the prey.

Although Boss Han brought back two strangers, one of whom was still a pretty woman, but these people, even those young people with strong blood, didn't take a second look, they saw too many refugees along the way, and the beauty was not as attractive to them as a piece of steamed bun now.

Han Lin invited Yang Ling and Ma Li'er to sit in front of their own shack, Han Wei Ge cut up a few large pieces of wolf meat and venison and threw them into the pot, a white-haired old woman carefully took out a pocket, sprinkled some rice in each pot, put a little salt, and then infiltrated the dried fruits picked up by many refugees, and the air began to fill the air with a smell of food.

At this time, an old voice said, "Brother Han, can you catch the rooster today?" A few villagers are suffering from the cold, and those who have no medical treatment are afraid that they will not be able to survive."

Yang Ling heard the prestige, only to see an old man staggering over with a crutch, the old man's Chinese face, red face, a pair of thick white eyebrows with the tip of the eyebrows, at a glance Yang Ling, the old man was stunned, Yang Ling also looked at the old man in amazement, he recognized this old man, the day after he was reborn, the old man also went up the mountain to see him, this person is the Yang family patriarch Yang old lady.

The old man was stunned for a moment, and suddenly angrily raised his crutch and hit Yang Ling, and scolded in his mouth: "You are not angry, you even sold your ancestral property, are you worthy of your father?" Is it worthy of the ancestors and ancestors? You don't discuss such a big matter with me, your wings are stiff, aren't you? ”

Yang Ling retreated, I don't know what kind of fire this uncle made: I sell my real estate, what kind of discussion do I have to discuss with you, do you need to be so angry, the clan even has to ask about this matter?

Han Lin grabbed Old Lady Yang's arm and said with a smile: "What is this doing, brother, if you have something to say, you have something to say."

Old lady Yang said hatefully: "I know that I am biased towards your uncle, this little beast does not discuss such a big matter as betraying his ancestral property with the clan, does he still think that he is the Yang family?" ”

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