Old Vic got up early to go out to do farm work, and before the work was finished, he saw cooking smoke coming from his house. This is not the time to cook, and the farmer family does not have lunch. Thinking like this, Old Vic guessed: It can't be that something happened at home. So he hurriedly rushed home with farm tools. Hurried to the house, and saw the three people sneaking out of his house, old Vic suddenly became nervous, and walked over with farm tools in his hands.

In the face of his own question, before the other side could answer, Old Vic heard the cry of his wife and daughter-in-law coming from the house. Old Vic looked at the three men in front of him, glanced at the short sword at their waists, and weighed it, it was better to go into the room to see the situation. So he held the farm tools in his hands, looked at a few people vigilantly, and slowly moved towards the house. When the radish saw the uncle's movements, they also knew that the other party seemed to have misunderstood, so they hurriedly raised their hands to show that they were not aggressive - except for the iron head who was still drinking soup at the back. Seeing that the uncle seemed to want to enter the house, Radish hurriedly pulled Little York and the iron head who was still drinking soup to open the door.

Old Vic didn't seem to stop himself when he saw a few people, and he didn't look like he was just lying to himself—a bad old man in his fifties or sixties with little strength would not let someone who had weapons and had superior numbers and physical strength be so vigilant. Now that they had moved out of the way, Old Vic threw the farm tools in his hand directly to the ground, walked over quickly and pushed the door open.

Pushing open the door, the cry of pain that was originally hidden by the wooden door rushed to the face. Old Vic first looked at the two of them who were crying a little weakly, fortunately, they were still alive, and they didn't look injured. There was also a large pot of thick soup boiling on the stove, making a gurgling sound, and the smell of meat emanating from the bubbles. This is definitely not a stew that your own family can make. But now is not the time to care about stew, and Old Vic's eyes are drawn to the money bag on the table and the parchment roll that is pressed by the money bag. As soon as his mind turned, Old Vic thought of the result that he had already thought about in his mind, but would never admit it.

His body was soft and his eyes were dark, and Old Vic leaned against the door all of a sudden, almost slipping down. Fortunately, I was mentally prepared, and I barely stood up when I stretched out my hand to support the door.

As early as when his son went to join the militia, Old Vic had a faint worry in his heart, especially when he heard that Nimitz had changed greatly from the travelers or merchants passing by in Nimitz, and his anxiety increased day by day. After all, in the past, Old Vic also used to be a militiaman and went to the battlefield, so he naturally understood that after going to the battlefield, whether he could go home alive could only depend on the mood of the gods. One moment it was a victory stance, the next moment it was a meeting with a god, and such things abounded, and the soldiers of a hundred battles would be killed by a stray arrow, and the rookie who had just entered the field could also get the results. On the battlefield, anything can happen, so old Vic, who has long understood these things, already has an answer in his heart that he does not want to admit: perhaps, Tony, he can't come back.

Compared with his wife and daughter-in-law, who have always had hope in their hearts, Old Vic has such a premonition, so he has not been hit into a coma at this time. Holding on to the door and barely standing up, Old Vic turned to look at the few young people behind him who were looking at him with some concern: "I'm sorry to let you see the joke." Ladies and gentlemen, please come in and speak. ”

Radish looked at the old man whose tears had filled the wrinkles on his cheeks, but he forced himself up to smile at everyone, and his heart was also panicked. You must know that this old man's mood is not calm, didn't he almost faint to the ground before? Compared with the old woman who had already fainted from crying at this time and the aunt whose throat had been dumb, the old man's grief was no less than theirs, but at this time he still had to force himself to calm down, he should know that he had become the only pillar of the family at this time.

Seeing that the old man asked everyone to go in and sit down, everyone had some embarrassment on their faces, but looking at the persistence in the old man's eyes, it was not good to show that they were leaving, so they could only continue to go in and sit.

Iron Head sat down, and drank the thick soup in his hand. The old man originally walked to the old woman who fainted on the ground, and when he heard the movement of the iron head putting down the bowl, he paused slightly: "This pot of soup is the food of adults, please let go and eat, leave us alone." I'll go and settle the old woman and wait a minute. So saying, no longer waiting for everyone to answer, he walked to the old woman, bent down to help the old woman up, and walked to the back room. When Tietou began to eat the second bowl of thick soup, the old man walked out, gently picked up his daughter-in-law and walked into the back room, and when he came out again, the tears on his face had been wiped dry.

The old man walked across from everyone and sat down, his eyes didn't look at the money bag on the table, his eyes just looked at everyone: "I'm sorry to make you laugh." My lords, may I ask my son, Tony, that he can't come back?"

Little York looked at the last glimmer of hope in the old man's eyes, and couldn't bear to shatter it. But the facts can't be changed, and little York nodded: "Grandpa, I'm sorry for Uncle Tony's matter." As he spoke, he bent down and bowed his head to Old Vic to apologize.

Old Vic closed his eyes and raised his head to keep the tears from flowing. After a long time, he finally stopped his tears, and cast his eyes on the table—to be precise, the parchment on the table, which was pressed by the pension, stretched out his hand, trembling, and grabbed a corner of the parchment, as if he wanted to pull it out from under the money bag, but his hand was weak. Even the weight of just a small money bag did not pull it out. After several attempts, Old Vic finally moved the other hand that was originally supporting his body, put it on the money bag, and pulled the parchment hand again, and finally pulled it out, but because of sadness, the strength could not be controlled, and the hand holding the money bag had no strength, and this force carried the money bag to the ground, and the gold and silver coins in the money bag made a pleasant jingling sound.

This crisp voice was the favorite voice of Old Vic, but at this time he did not appreciate their interest - in fact, there was nothing else in Old Vic's mind at this time except the parchment. His trembling hands wanted to spread the parchment on the table, but even with such a simple gesture, Old Vic was struggling to do it. After spreading out the parchment, Old Vic lay on the parchment, his fingers groped for the words on the parchment little by little, and finally touched Tony's name, and the tears could not be stopped any longer, and the bean-sized tears fell on the parchment, and he whimpered quietly.