"Do you like to drink or not?"

The old wife glared: "If you don't drink it, you just return it to Meng Xiaolang, and I am still a little embarrassed to receive favors for no reason!"

As soon as she said this, Lao Tongsheng's face suddenly fell, and he looked like he hated iron but not steel: "This son is obviously rebellious in the back of his head, and this move is just an invitation to buy people's hearts." The old man is full of poetry and books, and your mother-in-law is also familiar with it, how can you be so easily deceived? ”

Having said that, Lao Tongsheng still 'reluctantly' took the bowl in his wife's hand, and drank the whole bowl of soup despite the steam.

At the end, he wiped the corners of his mouth and sighed: "The more hot and cold the world, the more I should be dedicated to Daming when I wait for the protégé of the Son of Heaven!"

The old wife pursed her lips, as if she had long been accustomed to the old man's face, and just muttered to herself: "The champion of the family is called the protégé of the Son of Heaven, you are an old boy who has been tested for decades, at most you are a 'rice bucket'."

"Put away another bowl, don't spill it." Lao Tongsheng admonished, "I'm afraid I won't be able to eat all this broth today." ”

When he heard this, he did not intend to share it with his wife.

The old wife didn't care at all, and after covering the other bowl of soup with a clean cloth, she leaned on the side of the luggage and sucked her thumb stained with broth.

……

"Is there a hero who is willing to fight with a certain family?"

Everyone looked up, and it was Meng Ke who had climbed the treetops again, wearing the tattered leather armor on his body, and in the eyes of some people, he looked like a wild monkey jumping up and down.

"Eh, big brother, do we want to ...... Uh-huh-hmm......"

Behind, a thin young man who was licking the wall oil flower of the bowl looked up at Meng Ke, and as soon as he opened his mouth to propose, he was covered by the elder next to him: "Shut up!" Let's just mix some broth and drink it, don't get involved in this kind of thing of the Nine Clans! ”

Speaking of this, he lowered his voice and continued: "What's more, what 'the whole Shaanxi disaster' and 'the world is suffering' are all his family's words, maybe it is to deceive us to be cannon fodder!" I see, maybe when we get to southern Shaanxi and Sichuan, it will be too peaceful......"

"Big brother, do you believe what you say?"

The young man broke free from the shackles of the middle-aged man in front of him, his expression was gloomy, and he sighed in a low voice: "Nine clans, do we still have nine clans?" Daddy and Auntie starved to death, the second brother was conscripted to serve in labor, and the uncle's family was coerced by the rebels and disappeared......"

He wiped away his tears and said in a dumb voice: "Even Ah Yun and Ah Yun have been ruined by Master Tian!" ”

Ah Yun is the fiancée of this thin young man. On that day, he came to ask for an explanation, but he was beaten with a stick in the nursing home of Master Tian's house until he vomited blood......

Seeing that the eldest brother's face was extremely ugly, the young man finally stopped crying, took a deep breath, gritted his teeth and said, "In this case, it is better to fight!" It's better than waiting to die! My life can be exchanged for a bowl of soup to drink, it's worth it! ”

"Aaron ......"

"Big brother, little brother knows that you care about your sister-in-law and nephew, and I won't pull you along. The eldest brother is like a father, if there is a day of success and fame, no matter the mountains and rivers, I will also take you to enjoy the blessings! ”

The young man solemnly stuffed the remaining half bowl of soup to his nephew.

Immediately, he stood up and walked under the tree.

"Brother Meng, I am willing to fight with you to find a way out!"

……

"Count me in!"

Lu Cai, who wanted to occupy the title of 'the first person to join the gang', really didn't expect that when he put water on his own, the first name would be robbed by a hairy boy!

Hey! Our old Lu is not as good as Fan Xu in terms of force, and not as good as Zhang Sanye in terms of financial resources.

But he is also a proud Lord.

As the saying goes: rather be a chicken head than a phoenix tail.

Why don't we go to Wang Jiayin and Gao Yingxiang? Isn't that the hand speed too slow, and at this time, you can only be a pawn for others? (Lv Tu: It's just the problem of slow hand speed, not because of lack of capital!! ）

He ran with his pants on, brandished the pig-killing knife in his hand, and shouted, "You don't want to think about how your relatives were forced to die!" Do you really think you'll make it to the south alive? When you go to the south, there will be land for you to plant? If you have land, you will grow enough food for your family? Bullshit! The grain grown is not enough to pay the taxes of the imperial court! You have to borrow all the food you eat from the landlords! Instead of being slaughtered, it is better to fight to the death with us! ”

As soon as these words came out, there began to be a commotion around them, and some people stood up hesitantly; More people, however, sit with their arms crossed, as if they are out of the way.

Meng on the treetops could see this scene, and a gleam of praise flashed in his eyes.

Good work, be rewarded!

This wave is a god assist!

If such words come out of one's own mouth, the effect of attracting people's hearts will be greatly reduced.

But it was different when Lu Cai said it.

It's like a salesman (Meng Ke) selling food to a customer (homeless people) (rebellion), and when the salesman is exhausted, another customer (Lu Cai) comes over, points to this product and says, "I have bought this thing, it is delicious."

After saying that, the customer (Lu Cai) also bought a copy himself......

There may be some differences in this analogy, but it is already the most appropriate one that Meng may have thought of.

"Lu Tu is right!"

He saw Lu Cai bow his head and tie his belt, so he took over the conversation at the right time and struck while the iron was hot: "You will still be bullied by landlords and evil officials in the native township, not to mention leaving your hometown and becoming rootless duckweed." When the time comes, when you sell your sons and daughters, your wives are separated, and you kneel and wait for death, will you regret that you didn't stand up and fight with me today to fight for yourself and future generations? ”

Meng Ke looked around at everyone, his voice was sonorous and powerful, and he said: "I know that you actually have hatred in your hearts!" I hate that filthy official and the others for turning into ants! Hate the local tyrants and evil gentry rampant in the countryside! Hate the injustice of the world, and affect the innocent......"

The rest of the meaning was not finished, but at this moment, his tone changed and became low: "It's a pity that you have no power and no power!" Even if there is resentment and hatred, it can only be buried in the bottom of the heart! ”

Meng Ke's gaze slowly swept over everyone, and continued: "In that case, why don't you lift its stage? Let the Zhu family have no more drama to sing?! ”

As soon as these words came out, a stone stirred up a thousand waves, like a thunderclap!

All of a sudden, everyone's eyes were on him.

Especially the old boy, his eyes were wide open, he gritted his teeth, and looked at him as if he was looking at the enemy.

"Anti-thief! Anti-thief! The brain is rebellious and ill-intentioned! ”

The old wife tried her best to barely hold this 'protégé of the Son of Heaven' who was 'extremely angry'.

But between the two sides, I don't know who hit the bowl of soup.

"It's a pity ......"

The old wife leaned down to lick the soup that had not yet penetrated into the soil.

"Huh?! Our Liu family's poems and books are heirlooms, and they are not allowed to drink if they starve to death! ”

The old boy grabbed his wife's arm viciously, and his cloudy old eyes swept over the hot soup on the ground that emitted steam, and a touch of regret was fleeting.