Chapter 41
Ma Lian'er was embarrassed and was afraid that she would be misunderstood by others to be even more unbearable as a brother and sister, so she had to blush and talk nonsense: "Uncle, I'm sorry, my husband and I were out, so I was too careful."
Yang Ling was stunned. At this time, he could not help but become darker and darker when he could tell the difference. The big man suddenly said, "I said, is it going back to his parents' home during the Chinese New Year? The Tartars are making a lot of trouble. We are also running to the city, so let's go with us."
The eldest Han surname is Han Lin, his eldest son is Han Wei, his second son is Han Wu, and his third son is Han Wu, and his third son is a common name, Mancang. People from poor families often give their children some auspicious names. Yang Ling has seen several people named Mancang, but unfortunately, most of them are poor.
Han Lin hid in the mountain nest ahead and hosted 100 refugees along the way. It was all due to the father and son hunting to survive. The family looked dull and did not know how to communicate. They just smiled politely, and then walked in front with their prey on their backs.
But Mancang'er held the deer and looked at Yang Ling with a smile, then looked at Ma Lian'er, kidnapped Yang Ling, and whispered: "Brother Yang, your wife is very beautiful, she is more beautiful than my sister."
Ma Lian'er's face was flushed when she heard this, but there was a sense of joy in her eyebrows and eyes. "Daughter-in-law". This title really made her feel thrilled when she fell in love. Yang Ling coughed twice awkwardly, unable to admit it or deny it, so she had to pretend to be deaf and dumb.
Han Wu said to Han Wei: "Brother, after the heavy snow, a group of beasts are indeed a good opportunity to hunt. Now more than a hundred people can get some meat soup and drink it."
Han Wei said: "Well, the young people went to the nearby area to pick dried fruits. With these preys, it was enough for everyone to have a full meal. I guess they would be able to arrive at Jimingyi next night."
Han Wu spat and said, "Even the elderly and children, they know to pick up some dry firewood nearby for everyone to keep warm. But the third brother of the Yang family is too bad. He just can't do it, and he can't eat it all, which makes people angry!"
Han Wei bumped into him and said, "Don't complain, I'll tell my dad to hear you kicking you. No matter what, it's my brother-in-law's relative, and he doesn't need to be the one he sucked."
While competing with the little deer, Han Mancang said angrily: "If you want me, we shouldn't have escaped. There are only more than 30 Tartars who have robbed in our village. With their father and our martial arts, why don't they deal with them?"
Uncle Han stood on a rock wall and snorted to his youngest son: "Arrogant! If we clean up those dozens of Tartars, we can attract hundreds and thousands of Tartars to level the village. What's the use of the high martial arts skills in the Ten Thousand Horses Army?
He gave his waist and taught his son a lesson: "When I was studying in Shaolin, I heard that during the Jingnan period of Chengzu, Master Daoyan invited Shaolin to send 300 monk soldiers to help the battle. In the end, only more than 100 people came back alive, half of them were disabled. Master Xuyun, the elder of the Luohan Hall who was leading the team, was wearing a golden bell cover, and was invulnerable to the sword and gun. He only had a cup of tea and was shot into a piercing weapon by arrows."
Han Mancang said unconvincedly: "Isn't it useless to learn martial arts?" Old Dad Han said: "Not all, the 300 monk soldiers in Shaolin fought against more than 2,000 people for an hour, but when the army was fighting, what are the functions of hundreds of martial arts masters?"
Seeing that the little guy was a little disappointed, Yang Ling coaxed him and said, "Don't be discouraged, that's because the commander cannot do anything. Of course, such a master sent to charge into battle would not work. If he was responsible for robbing food and burning food and killing the official, it would be more effective than tens of thousands of troops."
When Yang Ling said this, he suddenly became happy and said in his heart: "No way? His surname is Han, he has three sons. He has learned art in Shaolin and is now a hunter."
Yang Ling felt a little embarrassed: "Is this my father-in-law, brother-in-law, brother-in-law, whom I have never met before? But I don't know him, so he doesn't know me."
In fact, even if he doesn't have a muddy face now, Dad Han wouldn't think about his son-in-law. Dad Han had seen his son-in-law a few times after his daughter got married, but his current complexion was too different from his previous yellow face and his dying appearance.
Han Lin had learned from the escaped villagers that his son-in-law had recovered and moved to Jimingyi. Even though he looked familiar, he would not have thought that the person who brought his wife to the city to visit relatives would be his son-in-law.
Yang Ling had never seen Young Lady's family before. At the beginning, she was afraid that Young Lady would see the flaws. When she heard her mention her family when she was chatting, she did not dare to ask about their names. At this time, she became suspicious and Yang Ling was immediately panicked.
He chatted with Dad Han nervously: "Uncle Han, where did you escape at this time?"
Han Lin said: "From Pingyunling, I hunted in the mountains for more than ten days. As soon as I returned to the fort, I met the Tartars. I hurriedly got into the ravine with my fellow villagers. Where did you two come from?"
Yang Ling was shocked, Pingyunling? You can't be wrong. This big man in animal skin and big enough to pretend to be his whole body is really Taishan's father-in-law!
He laughed dryly and quickly remedyed: "Uncle misunderstood. That lady is not a cunning jing. She just didn't know the bottom of the story, so she lied to you."
"Oh?" Han Lin looked at him suspiciously. Yang Ling hurriedly explained: "Well, we came from Jimingyi to report to our Ming army. As for the war, we were so enchanted by the Tartars that she was terrified at that time. You are a person who has experienced it, and you understand? Hahaha." He raised his chin to his father-in-law and handed a smiling face that stood up to a man.
Han Lin laughed knowingly. After laughing, he touched his beard, but he still didn't know what he understood, but he couldn't ask again. Yang Ling took the opportunity to send him a message, hiding, escaping, and meeting a wolf. He briefly talked about the series of stories of his father-in-law, giving him a vaccination first.
In the valley, people used dead tree trunks to build many slope-shaped trunks based on the natural terrain. They covered them with leaves and snow to make a temporary home. Now, a few iron pots with stones were set up in front of the shack. The wood was boiling, and the snow water in the pot had boiled, emitting a curling white air.
These people seemed to have escaped from their experience in escaping, and they had all pots and pans. In fact, all their daily houses were just this thing except for the two beds. Seeing Han Lin and his son bringing back so much prey, the ragged and dull refugees became a little angry, and they all came to help them carry and slaughter the prey.
Although Boss Han brought back two strangers, one of whom was a pretty beautiful woman, these people, even those young people with strong spirit, did not take a look at each other. They saw too many refugees along the way, and beauty is now not as attractive as a piece of steamed bun.
Han Lin invited Yang Ling and Ma Lianer to sit in front of his shack. Brother Han Wei cut large pieces of wolf meat and threw the venison into the pot. A white-haired old woman carefully took out her pocket, sprinkled some rice in each pot, and added some salt. Then many dried fruits picked up by the refugees, and the air began to smell the food.
At this time, an old voice said, "Brother Han, can you reach the rooster crow today? A few villagers caught a cold and had no doctor or medicine, and they were afraid they would not be able to get through it."
When Yang Ling heard the sound, he saw an old man staggering with a crutch. The old man had a national face, a red face, and a pair of thick white eyebrows with sharp eyebrows. When he saw Yang Ling, the old man was stunned. Yang Ling also looked at the old man in shock. He recognized the old man. The day after he was reborn, the old man went up the mountain to see him. This man was Mr. Yang, the head of the Yang family.
The old man was stunned for a moment, and suddenly raised his crutch and beat Yang Ling angrily, cursing: "You are not good at all, you even sell your ancestral property. Are you worthy of your father? Are you worthy of your ancestors? You don't discuss such a big thing with me, are you hard, right?"
Yang Ling then retreated. I wonder where this old man made a fuss: I'm selling my real estate, how can I discuss with you? Is it necessary to be so angry? Even the tribe has to ask about this matter?
Han Lin held Old Master Yang's arm and smiled, "What are you doing, do you have something to say?"
Chapter completed!