There are not only those old worshippers in the mountains, but there are mountain people scattered everywhere on and off the surrounding mountains.

Soon after, Lu Yi knew that these mountain people scattered in the mountains belonged to eighteen villages, and these eighteen villages were the most basic reliance of their Lu family to guard the southern frontier.

In addition to these villages, on the other side of the mountain nest where Lu Yi is located, there are hundreds of boys of different ages. These boys were all sent from the Lu family outside the mountain, there are children of the Lu family, children of the Lu family, children of soldiers in the army, and there are also many children sent over for various reasons, such as a few, orphans picked up by Mrs. Lu.

On the second day after Mr. Yao entered the mountain, he was unceremoniously sent by the group of old worshippers to be a gentleman to those children.

Lu Yi's mind turned away from the matter of escaping, and the day before, he followed Mr. Yao, from the small courtyard where they lived, turned a few corners, and saw a huge open space, as well as the full crowd of Zamabu standing in the clearing, and the large houses around the clearing, which were extremely simple and large, and were stunned again.

Lu Yi was dumbfounded, and when he saw Lu Yi's group of children and half-grown children, they were also dumbfounded.

Mr. Yao took Lu Yi by the way, holding his head high, and walked past the edge of the practice ground with a serious and majestic expression, and out of the corner of his eye, he glanced at the children who fell down with Lu Yi, and the corners of his mouth pulled all the way down, this character is too bad, Ming'er has to tell them about Zizi and Nanzi...... This article doesn't seem to be appropriate, in short, we have to teach these unproductive little guys well!

Lu Yi looked at the Zamabu child who fell with his walk, first his eyebrows flew, he was surprised and stunned, and after walking four or five steps, his eyebrows fell and bent, and this time he fell more, Lu Yi laughed, raised his hand, and waved happily at the child who fell to the ground and was beaten by a stick from teaching.

Mr. Yao looked at the sky and rolled his eyes.

Alas, there is still a long way to go!

As a four-year-old child, after no longer thinking only about finding A-Niang, in a group of children who are two or three years older than him, like a drop of water falling into the river, or like a fish in the water, soon, he will be happy...... According to Mr. Yao's words, it is strange all day long.

From the first day of the class and the practice ground, Lu Yi stood in a different position, he did not attend classes with everyone, he walked from the practice field an hour early every day, returned to his and Mr. Yao's small courtyard, and studied his homework alone.

As for the practice field, from the first day to the end, he stood at the forefront alone.

The chicken crows all over and over to practice, it is dark and still writing, the leg is broken, Lu Pozi at most casually smeared a handful of medicine on his leg, and has to mutter, the broken skin is not an injury, even a foot is broken, when Lu Pozi rubbed his foot, Mr. Yao also held the ring ruler, staring at him to write, saying that it was a foot and did not hurt his hand, and did not delay writing.

In the first half year in the mountains, Lu Yi cried a lot for three days, cried a little for two days, and shed countless tears a day, but his tears were useless, from Mr. Yao to the teaching of the practice ground, one by one turned a blind eye, and when he saw him crying, he felt distressed that it was the disciples, but they were useless, they were not flawed to take care of themselves one by one, and if they looked at him more, they would have to be beaten with sticks.

After crying for half a year, Lu Yi stopped crying, half of it was skin, and the other half was useless because it was useless to cry.

Approaching the Spring Festival, Lu Yi's kung fu is very good, she has grown taller and runs faster.

The disciples of Shanzi practiced and studied, and they had a day off for ten days.

The next day was a rest day, Lu Yi and a few children who were two or three years older than him, were muttering and discussing whether to catch snakes or birds tomorrow when they went up the mountain, Lu Pozi came over and called him, get up early tomorrow, and go to Houzhai with her, there is a child in Houzhai who is seriously ill.

This is the first time that someone has taken him out since Lu Yi entered the mountain, no matter where he goes, in short, he has left this valley that he has long been familiar with and can no longer be cooked.

Lu Yi happily agreed, and he didn't care about the children, he couldn't even care about the explanation, he only raised one hand to his head, and ran wildly into the yard of him and Mr. Yao, waving it a few times, even if it was an explanation.

As soon as the next day dawned, Lu Yi followed behind Mrs. Lu, who was carrying a huge basket half as tall as her, and Lu Yi carried a small basket specially made for him by Master Chai, and I didn't know what was in the basket, and the heavy Lu Yi wanted to cry.

After walking up for a short distance, there was almost no road, and Mrs. Lu took a machete and slashed out one by one, but she cut fast and walked fast.

Lu Yi started to follow, not far away, tired forehead sweat, ran two steps, reached out to grab Lu Pozi's clothes, Lu Pozi changed the machete to another hand, I don't know where to find a slender small iron rod, a stick knocked off Lu Yi's hand, knocked Lu Yi almost cried.

After crawling and following for more than a dozen steps, Lu Yi quietly reached out and pulled on the huge back basket on Lu Pozi's back.

As soon as she grabbed it, Mrs. Lu seemed to have eyes behind her back, and a stick slammed into Lu Yi's hand, and Lu Yi immediately let go in pain.

After walking a few steps, Lu Yi reached out more carefully and pulled it up, this time Lu Pozi was faster, and before Lu Yi could pull it steady, she knocked a stick on his hand, and Lu Yi's little hand was red and stiffened with a stick mark.

Lu Yi didn't dare to pull anymore, followed behind Mrs. Lu, from walking and running, to walking and climbing, and when she moved one step, Mrs. Lu in front of her was completely invisible, leaving only a fresh road that had just been cut.

Lu Yi carried his small backpack, which was not small for him, and wiped his tears as he walked.

Until the sun climbed to the top of his head, Lu Yi was thirsty and hungry, his shoulders were hurt by the back basket, his feet were pierced, he looked at the front and looked at no one in the back, he couldn't help it anymore, he sat on the ground and cried loudly.

"Where did this come from, your lord?" I don't know where a tall man came out, carrying a big backpack and a machete in his hand, bent down to look at Lu Yi and asked.

Lu Yi kicked on the ground on two legs, sat on the ground and spun around for half a circle, looked up at the man who was looking at him, and flattened his mouth, "Uncle." ”

The tall man was busy squatting in front of Lu Yi, looking at Lu Yi carefully, and the more he looked at it, the more he loved it, "Son, where is your adult?" This boy was born really well. ”

"My family is in front, in the back village, where are you going, uncle? Uncle, can you take me to Houzhai? Uncle, I'm only four years old, uncle, you see, my feet are worn out, and here, uncle, you see, this back basket is heavy, uncle, can you send me to Houzhai? ”

Lu Yi grabbed the man's sleeve with both hands, and her eyes were full of tears.

The man looked embarrassed, sighed a few times, and looked left and right, "That, alas, forget it, I'll carry you for a while, and when you get to the back village, you have to come down and go by yourself, okay?" ”

"Uncle, you're so nice." Lu Yi kept nodding, "Uncle, you're the best." ”

As he spoke, he quickly got up and climbed into the back basket behind the man.

Not far from the two of them, Master Chai held his hands and stood side by side with the old scholar, shaking his head constantly, "What this uncle shouted is really sour." ”

"It's useful, this kid is very ghostly, not bad, not bad." The old scholar said, snorting a few times like a toothache, "He always relies on himself to be good-looking and cute, this is not good, no matter how good-looking it is, it is useless." ”

"Who said that it is not used, then no, it is used more." Master Chai nodded to Lu Yi, who was already in the man's back basket, shaking his head happily.

"It's not going to work. Alas, it's a little sad. The old scholar pulled out his folding fan and scratched his head in annoyance.