(Early warning, a more boring chapter, too many details, written with feelings, and shared some of my living environment when I was a child)

Daochen walked a few miles with the woman and his party and returned to a small village called Xujia Village.

Looking towards the village, the clay and rough wooden structures are made into low huts, the roofs are covered with straw, and from a distance, they look like small mushrooms that have emerged from the ground after the rain, and several roads are zigzag and intertwined, and some of the potholes can be seen filling in the stones.

When they got closer, the sound of chickens and dogs sounded in their ears from time to time, and the return of Daochen and his party disturbed them, and several chickens fled from Daochen's eyes, and the frolicking earth dogs also scattered home to take care of them.

A few old people heard the sound, went out, saw the woman and her party, sighed, suddenly saw Xiao Xiu'er, raised his hands in surprise, grew his mouth and exclaimed: "Xiu'er? You weren't taken away by those villains?" Several old people were overjoyed, and they staggered up to meet them, hugging Xiao Xiu'er and not feeling the old tears. The people in the village who had not gone out took Xiu'er's grandfather's hand and asked what was going on, and the more people gathered, crying and laughing. After the noisy woman explained with tears in her eyes for more than ten minutes, the crowd finally got out of the way, and Daochen was able to move his steps and continue to move forward, behind him was a group of old people and women who kept bowing and thanking him, and a ripple appeared in Daochen's heart.

After only a few minutes of walking, the woman stopped in front of a thatched hut with Daochen, low and dilapidated and facing south, the walls were made of clods of yellow mud, and Daochen suspected that he could fall down with a light push. There was a black cake-shaped object on the wall, and Daochen asked what it was. The woman red-faced explained that the cow dung was made into cakes and dried on the wall, and that it could be used as wood when dried, which was very burned, so that some wood could be saved to be sold in the city for copper money. Daochen was surprised, but he was embarrassed to touch it, and followed the woman into the house.

The ground inside the house is a little uneven, like ripples on the water surface, compared with the road outside, the soil in the house is harder, or more stepped on, some places are a little damp, what catches the eye is an earthen stove, the whole is a little dark, the cooktop is brushed very flat, spotless, a thick wooden cutting board is densely covered with knife marks leaning against the smoke chong, and there are some whitewashed utensils hanging on the wall.

The woman brought a bench, took a rag and wiped it five or six times, before putting it behind Daochen, and said embarrassedly: "Engong, the family is not good, the hospitality is not good, please forgive me, the woman is here to confess."

Daochen waved his hand and said: "It's okay", and then sat down, with a different feeling, the bench is one meter and five meters long, but only one decimeter wide, and it is very hard, but Daochen also knows that he is not here to enjoy, so he tries to be calm.

The old man took the tea bowl and poured a cup of hot tea, and sent Xiao Xiu'er to Yu Daochen with both hands carefully and said, "Engong, please use tea."

Daochen stretched out his hand to take the tea, and smiled at Xiao Xiu'er friendly, Xiao Xiu'er was embarrassed to run away, went to pull grandpa's arm, and secretly looked at Daochen, the old man smiled and touched Xiao Xiu'er's head and said: "Xiu'er is not sensible, I hope Engong doesn't mind, the tea is hot, and Engong is careful."

Daochen glanced at the tea, there was no tea, only water, took a sip, it was a little sweet, although it was not as good as the fine wine fairy spring in the Heart Refining Sect, but it was not difficult to drink, and he blew and drank half a cup of quilt and put it on the table next to him.

The table is not big, just one meter long and wide, the legs are a little black, the table top is wiped unusually slippery, several wooden cracks are clearly visible, Daochen touched it, and felt fresh. The old man was embarrassed to explain: "The tables and chairs made by myself are not well put together, which makes Engong smile."

Daochen smiled: "The old man said that he was laughing, he did a very good job, much better than Xiaosheng."

The woman smiled and said, "Father, Xiu'er, you two accompany Engong to relieve boredom, I'll go prepare lunch", Daochen nodded casually, and the woman left with a bow.

Daochen chattered casually for more than ten minutes, and suddenly heard the sound of horses' hooves outside the village, and a team of people came, the old man hurriedly got up and said: "Engong, it must be someone from the Wang family, Engong, please take Xiu'er from the back door, and the old man will deal with it." After speaking, he pulled out the flat pole from behind the wooden door, walked to the door, turned back and changed the sheep's fork, and rushed towards the entrance of the village as straight as possible.

Daochen looked at the back of the old man leaving, it was very complicated, who gave this old man in the armor such courage? In this case, it is the wisest to shirk the responsibility to himself, and he can ask for his help if he doesn't want to go, but he took the weapon out in a lonely manner, and deliberately replaced the flat shoulder with a sheep fork, and made preparations for death? This kind of courage and determination made Daochen respectful, and he followed behind without saying a word.

A few minutes later, when I returned to the entrance of the village again, I saw more than a dozen people in uniform sitting on a dozen horses, with a Wang character on the left shoulder indicating their identity, and a few people in front of them were brandishing whips and whipping a few women who had the courage to come to inquire, and drank: "Where is the young man who injured Director Wang now? Don't honestly explain the whole village to escort the front line to the army!"

Everyone knelt on the ground with their heads covered, unwilling to tell the truth and did not dare to talk nonsense, so they had to bear the whipping silently, waiting for the person who came out or the matter to deteriorate further. At this time, the old man rushed over with a sheep fork and shouted: "That young man has left with Xiu'er! It has nothing to do with the people in the village, they don't know, the old man is making his own opinion, if he wants to kill him, he will listen to the respect!", after three seconds of hard anger, he slowly put down the sheep fork facing the people in the palace, walked forward and bent down tremblingly and knelt down. Reason has come back a little, what if it really fights? It doesn't matter if you die when you're old, you can't even affect the people in the village, it's better to be soft, as long as Xiu'er, Engong, and daughter-in-law are fine.

The people in the palace snorted coldly, and they didn't ask, they just whipped the whip, obviously wanting to beat them to death and ask again. The whip was just about to fall on the old man, but he was caught by Daochen, and as soon as he pulled it, the young man on horseback flew towards Daochen, and slapped him with his backhand, and the young man's body flew backwards, and he turned around in the air a few times, and the blood drew an arc, and his teeth flew several times, and he fell to the ground unconscious.

The old man looked up at Dao Chen, and a line of tears flowed from the corners of his wrinkled eyes.

Everyone in the palace looked at Dao Chen in surprise, the hand just now was too casual, much stronger than what the little guy reported, this is a master, a first-class master, but I don't know who has such an excellent young master. But the order was in his body, signaling to each other, and with the help of the horses, they rushed towards Daochen.

Daochen glanced at it, a spiritual force swept towards the horses, those horses knelt down on their front feet when they were close to Daochen, and then passed out, those people in the palace on horseback were bruised and swollen one by one, and before they got up, a whip shadow attacked, one by one, the skin and flesh bloomed, the pain was unbearable, and the dry howl was endless, and after a few strokes, everyone fell to the ground to ask for mercy, and Daochen ignored it, and there was an inexplicable anger in his heart that urged him to whip himself over, until the dozen or so people were all whipped five or six times, until the clothes on their bodies were stained red with blood, Daochen did not stop, and only said: "," he turned and went back.

There's no point in killing them, they're just acting on orders, and Daochen doesn't want to pursue them too much.

Back in the small hut, Xiu'er and her mother carried a chicken in her hand, sweating profusely and rushed back: "I just caught a chicken at Sister-in-law Li's place, I heard that someone came to the palace, the chicken was not killed, I grabbed it and ran back, and then I heard that it had been driven back by Engong, and I was surprised, and came back to see if Engong was injured, and now I look at it, I am not injured, it is really God bless, God bless" The woman said in a series of excited people, nervousness and gratitude were written on her face, without pretentiousness, greeted a few words, and only said that she was going to kill the chicken and said goodbye.

The old man led Xiu'er to come, and was about to kneel down but was stopped by Daochen and said: "Xiaosheng has no habit of accepting kneeling, and please don't embarrass me."

The old man thanked him, sent Xiu'er to pick vegetables in the field, poured tea for Daochen himself, didn't dare to ask more about Wenchen's origin and master, and had nothing else to say, so he talked about his life and his two sons, and Daochen sighed again and again, raised his head and leaned against the wall, I don't know if I was thinking, or I didn't let myself cry, and there was a wave of anger, I don't know where to go.