Chapter 17: The Prince of Dorjee

"What?" Xiao Baiye's jaw almost fell to the ground: "Just one sentence that fooled you, and bought you?" ”

"Of course, loyalty, but the supreme honor of the little demon!" The little ferret held its head high, its expression full of pride.

Xiao Baiye felt that there was definitely something wrong with the little thing in front of him, but this result was what he liked: "Okay, you can see that we are good people, which at least shows that your eyesight is still good—from this point of view, we are simply made in heaven!" ”

Li Bugui thought that Xiao Baiye and the little ferret might not be compatible, but at this moment, it seemed that this person was a demon, and it was clearly half a catty and eight taels, he couldn't help but smile and asked the little ferret: "What do you want us to do?" ”

"My master, what a hard worker......! The little ferret began to tell.

"This is so much suffering, it seems to be a real hardship!" Xiao Baiye was too lazy to listen to other people's tragic stories, and he didn't have the patience to listen to the little ferret's stammering.

The little ferret gave Xiao Baiye a roll of his eyes, and then summoned Li Bugui: "Follow me!"

In this way, the little ferret led the way, Xiao Baiye and Li Bugui followed, walked dozens of miles in the snow, and came to a big tree.

"Look there," the little ferret raised one of her front paws and pointed to the place where a piece of bark had fallen off on the trunk, "It's all my master's ...... when the pain in his heart can't be suppressed!"

From the mouth of the little ferret, Li Bugui heard about the life and past of Dorjee Gongzi.

This is the story of a farm boy who is ill-fated, bullied, and full of bitterness in his life......

Crescent Farm is a large manor of the first class and one of the richest estates in Qimai Village, with herds of cattle and sheep, and when grazing, those cattle and sheep are scattered on the grassland, like stars that are innumerable; There were barns as high as mountains, full of barley; The cereal wine and milk wine stored in the cellar could not be drunk for decades.

The owner of the farm, Sange, is a great man, and at the spring and autumn meetings of the nine villages and three leagues every year, whether it is wrestling, martial arts or hunting, he can win the money for Qimai Village, and the farmers and herdsmen of Qimai Village are therefore exempted from paying tribute to the league.

Sanger was also a very good man, and there was no such beating and oppression of the calculating peasant workers as in other farms, so the whole farm was full of laughter and singing from morning to night.

This joyful atmosphere reached its climax on the day Dorjee Gongzi was born.

The all-night feast and bonfire singing and dancing continued for three whole days at Crescent Farm......

On the night of the third day, Sange's wife, who was weak after giving birth, began to vomit blood, which became more and more serious day by day, and finally, he passed away when Dorjee was just half a month old.

The owner of Sange Village was depressed all day because he missed his deceased wife, and within a few years, he also died.

Among the people in the village, some people began to talk about the fate of Dorjee's parents, but after all, everyone was still in awe of the family bloodline of Dorjee Son, so this kind of discussion was only secretly circulated.

Before the death of the owner of Sange, he specially invited his brothers and sisters and entrusted them to guard the farm and take care of the young Dorjee son.

In this way, these uncles and aunts became the new owners of the Crescent Moon Farm, at first, they were reluctant to treat Dorjee Gongzi kindly, but later, when they found that Dorjee Gongzi's qi was defective, and it was impossible to achieve anything in martial arts cultivation, everything changed.

The slippery fox began to weigh the pros and cons.

The black-hearted jackal bared its fangs.

First of all, it was a good friend of the owner of Sange before his death, he was originally on a hurry to climb Sange and marry his daughter to Dorjee Gongzi, but as soon as he heard that Dorjee Gongzi's qi was defective, he turned his head and publicly regretted the marriage.

Immediately afterwards, Dorjee Gongzi was driven from his residence by Uncle Jackal and his aunt to the barn, and the three meals he received every day were all food that was difficult to swallow, far worse than that of a peasant worker.

His uncles and aunts claimed that it was to temper him, but their own children, the bad children who were able to bully Dorjee with sarcasm, lived in a neat and bright room, and did not accept such trials at all.

The majestic snowy mountains, the gods of the snowy land, is there a villain in this world who is more unfaithful than this? Is there a more ridiculous joke than that?

That's not all, if it weren't for the loyal An Chang's protection day and night, and the little ferret spreading the injustice of the Dorjee son every day, which made his uncle and aunt have some scruples in their hearts, otherwise, they would have poisoned him a long time ago.

Some peasants and workers who miss Sange and villagers who have been cared for by Sange are sympathetic to Dorjee, but these people can't help but be afraid of his jackal uncle and aunt, so they don't dare to take care of Dorjee, at most they secretly lament and pray for Dorjee.

There are also some uncles, aunts, agricultural workers and villagers who are jealous of the Crescent Moon Farm, or want to befriend Dorjee Gongzi, and they fully show their talent for falling into the well and sneering at Dorjee Gongzi......

Son-in-law Dorjee is growing up with difficulty in such adversity.

He cultivated martial arts and was determined to retake the manor, but the defects of his qi veins limited him, and he was never able to break through.

Every time he succeeds in failure, the son of Dorjee, who is full of grief and indignation, can't help but come to the big tree that Li Bugui and Xiao Baiye saw at this moment to vent his inner pain.

And the only way he could vent was to hit the trunk of the tree with his bare hands like crazy, so that the bark fell off in pieces, and his own hands were blurred......

But even such a pitiful vent attracted the ridicule of many people in the village, who called this tree the weeping tree, and warned each other not to approach this tree in the future, otherwise they would be infected with bad luck and become like Dorjee Gongzi, who was useless to his parents......