Chapter 125: Horse Bandits
"Daddy......."
"Don't make a sound!" The middle-aged man glared at Foot Er, and clenched the sickle in his hand, "Hold your mother, let's go through the window at the back of the room." ”
Foot Er nodded, picked up the woman from the kang, and just wanted to open the window of the paper lake, but the middle-aged man who had been watching at the door was kicked to the ground, and the broken wooden door was broken all over the ground.
"Daddy!" Foot Two shouted, the window was halfway open, and he let go, he came to the middle-aged man with the woman in his arms and helped him up, "Dad, are you okay?" ”
All he responded to was a loud slap from the middle-aged man, "Why haven't you left yet?" ”
"Dad, I'm ......" Foot Er was about to say anything, when a tall man walked in outside the door.
"Old thing, do you have anything of value at home?" The tall man held the machete in his hand, looked around with a fierce look, and soon stared at the sickle in the middle-aged man's hand.
"Young, still have a knife, mixed up?" The tall man sneered and kicked the middle-aged man again, who was kicked and let out a breath, and blood flowed from the corner of his mouth.
When Foot Er hurriedly tried to pick up his father, the tall man patted him on the back with a knife, "You, take them to the entrance of the village." ”
"Let's go, we'll go." The woman said with a tremor in her arms.
As soon as the three of them walked out of the house, they saw that the house opposite was in flames, and the loess walls had been blackened.
"Insufficiency, are you still waiting for the uncle to invite you?" The tall man struck the middle-aged man with a knife.
When the three of them reluctantly walked slowly towards the entrance of the village, there was a crackling sound in the house called Jiajia behind them, and after a while, the tall man came out with a sickle and a hoe in his hand, spat at the wall, and scolded: "Bad luck, what a fucking poor! ”
When he had said this, he scattered the bundles of corn stalks in the house with a knife, threw a fire, and went away without looking back.
Foot Er looked back and saw that his home had begun to smoke, he looked down at the woman in his arms, clenched his fists and walked towards the entrance of the village, Lu Mingfei and Chen Xuanzang also followed,
After arriving at the entrance of the village, the bearded man glanced at his feet and said, "Boy, well done, otherwise I really don't know how to find people in this big mountain." ”
After finishing speaking, he looked at the stolen farm tools and grain, "Although it is a little poorer, it is better than nothing, small ones, we have earned it this time." ”
"Wu Roar~",
The surrounding horse bandits followed suit, and the villagers who were surrounded by them all looked at Foot Two with angry faces, but no one dared to make a move.
"Smack!"
The crisp voice suddenly sounded in the crowd, and the middle-aged man's hand that stopped in mid-air trembled, and shouted to his feet: "You....... You! ”、
He "you" for a long time, but he didn't say a word,
Seeing this scene, the bearded beard "Zeng" pulled out the knife, "Damn, dare to beat my brother, Lao Tzu will let you know today, what is the meaning that there is no medicine in the world!" ”
"Boss, it's regret medicine." A younger brother corrected in a loud voice.
"Get out of the way, fuck you."
The beard walked towards the middle-aged man as he spoke, and just as he walked in front of the middle-aged man, Foot Two stood in front of him, "Boss, didn't you say let me go home and have a look?" ”
"Why did you let the brothers come to our village?"
"What's next?" Beard asked.
"Back?" Foot Er looked at the beard suspiciously, "What do you mean?" ”
"I also said later, take my brothers to your house to be lively, didn't you hear?" "At that time, you said that it was okay to entertain the brothers." ”
"No, the brothers are not polite to you."
"I ......"
The feet were staggered, and he didn't know what to say, but the beard patted him on the shoulder and said, "Brother, when I finish killing this old Deng, let's talk again." ”
After he finished speaking, he raised the knife above his head and was about to slap at the middle-aged man, when his foot suddenly threw him to the ground, and the woman in his arms also fell to the ground.
"Damn, what's crazy about your kid?" He pulled his feet away, got up from the ground, and said to a few people next to him: "Take good care of him, if he is sick, kill him, don't waste the food in our village." ”
"Boss, that's my dad!" Foot Two broke free from the bandits' restraints and fell to his knees beside the beard.
"Your father?" The beard glanced at the middle-aged man, then looked at the feet, and said, "I really want to, but what about your father?" ”
"He beats my brother, and the king of heaven can't live!" Nonsense.
With a crying voice, he was a little anxious and said to his beard: "He is my father, boss, think about your father, it is natural for Lao Tzu to beat his son." ”
"My dad?" After thinking for a while, he said to the foot: "My father let me stew and eat it when I was a child." ”
"Huh?" Foot Two was dumbfounded.
"Don't mention it, there was a famine that year, and I almost didn't starve to death, but fortunately, there are still my father and my mother at home, but the meat is all lean and not delicious." After the beard finished speaking, he looked at the foot two with a clear face, "You also want to eat your father, right?" ”
"I don't want to." Foot Er said this, but the beard didn't pay attention to him, but said to the others: "Little ones, this brother invites us to eat meat today!" ”
"Yes, yes, yes!" The surrounding bandits shouted and brought up the pots they had stolen from the villagers' houses, and built a pit with bricks underneath.
After setting up the pot, a horse bandit shouted at the beard: "Boss, this pot is too small to stew." ”
The beard looked at the pot and said with satisfaction: "This is not right. ”
"Remember when we robbed Big Rock Town?" Beard asked.
"Then how can you remember, just the yellow flower girl, I got several of them that day." The bandit's face was full of aftertaste.
"Do you remember that outsider, they eat this kind of small pot, cut the meat thinly, throw it in boiling water and boil it, and then take it out."
"Boss, I didn't pay attention, I just took care of his aunts and wives at that time." The horse bandit scratched his head and said again: "Boss, you didn't get it at the time, those mothers-in-law have a lot of tricks." ”
"You know how to play." He scolded with a smile.
"Boss, they eat that one that seems to be called hot pot," the thin man who had corrected his beard just now came out of the group of horse bandits, and the sharp-beaked monkey's cheeks were alive and looked like a splash.
"Yes, yes, hot pot." Luo Hu nodded again and again, "Let's raise the level today and try hot pot too." ”
"You go and arrest the man, Lao Tzu will show you the knife technique, and ensure that the cut is thinner than the window paper."
"Okay."
Splash walked in front of the middle-aged man, but before the splash could catch the middle-aged man's body, a bright light flashed on his neck, and his head flew out.
The middle-aged man's face was covered with blood, and he held a sickle in his hand and said: "Don't think that Lao Tzu is afraid of you, tell you, if you are in a hurry, Lao Tzu will play with you!" ”