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Ma Er'er was embarrassed, afraid of being misunderstood as a brother and sister, and it would be even more embarrassing. He had to blush with a blush: "Uncle, I'm sorry, Xiang Gong and I went out, too careful"

Yang Ling was stunned. At this time, he could not help but say nothing more. The big man suddenly said: "I said, are you going back to your mother's house in the New Year? Tatar is tossing so badly, we are also fleeing into the city, so let's go with us."

Dahan is named Han, Han Lin, the eldest son is Han Wei, the second son is Han Wu, the youngest one is vulgar, Mancang, the poor people in the family often give their children some auspicious names, Yang Ling has seen several It's called Mancang, but it's a pity that most of the name is poor.

Han Lin hid in a mountain shed in front of him and accommodated refugees No. 100 along the way. This father and son hunted to survive. The family seemed to be relatively indifferent, and they were not good at communicating with each other. They just smiled politely and walked ahead with their prey.

Man Cang'er took the deer, looked at Yang Ling with a smile, and then looked at Ma Er'er. He abducted Yang Ling and said quietly, "Brother Yang, your daughter-in-law is very beautiful, even prettier than my sister." .

After listening to her blush, Ma Lin'er inadvertently raised a joy between her brows and eyes, ‘wife-in-law’. This name really made her throbbing. Yang Ling coughed awkwardly and could neither admit nor deny it, so he pretended to be deaf and dumb.

Han Wu said to Han Wei: "Big Brother, after the snow, the beasts forage for food, and it really is a good opportunity to hunt, and now more than one hundred people can get a bite of broth."

Han Wei said: "Well, the young people are going to pick dried fruits nearby. Together with these prey, it is enough for everyone to have a full meal. It is estimated that they will be able to go to Jimingyi next night."

Han Wu chewed: "The old people and children also know that they are picking up some dry wood for everyone to keep warm, but the third brother of the Yang family is too bad, so don't do anything. **** off!"

Han Wei banged him and said, "Don't complain, tell dad to hear you kicked. It's the relative of our brother-in-law's family, and it's not bad for him."

While Han Mancang was competing with the little deer, he hummed and said, "If I said, we shouldn't escape, and there are only more than thirty people who robbed our village. Dad and us "Wu Yi, haven't you packed them yet?"

Uncle Han stood on a rock wall and hummed heavily to his younger son: "Crazy arrogance! Let's clean up the dozens of tatars, and when we turn around, we will attract hundreds or thousands of tatars to flatten the village. What is the use of personal martial arts in the Wanma Army?

He taught his son with his arms on his hips and said: "When I was studying art in Shaolin, I heard that when Master Cheng Yan was in difficulty, Master Daoyan asked Shaolin to send 300 monks and soldiers to help the war. Only a hundred people came back alive, half of them still Disabled. At that time, the leader of the Luohantang elder Xu Yun, who had a golden bell cover and an iron cloth shirt, was incapable of shooting, and he only supported a tea kung fu and was shot into a thorn by a chaotic arrow. "

Han Mancang said disapprovingly: "Isn't it useless to learn martial arts?" Dad Han said aloud: "Not exactly, the three hundred monk soldiers in Shaolin, and two thousand people resisted for an hour, but the army In the battle, what is the role of hundreds of martial arts masters? "

Yang Ling saw that the little guy was a little sad, so he coaxed him: "Don't be discouraged, that's why the commander can't do anything about it. Of course, such a master is sent to charge and fall into the array. Of course it doesn't work. It still works. "

Yang Ling said that he was suddenly blessed to the soul here, and he said to himself: "No? His surname is Han, he has three sons, he studied art in Shaolin, and he is now a hunter."

Yang Ling felt a little hairy: "Is this an old man and big uncle and little uncle who haven't seen each other before? But I don't know him, he doesn't even know me."

In fact, even if he didn't have a muddy face now, Father Han wouldn't think about his son-in-law. Father Han also saw her aunt a few times after her daughter got married, but his current look is too far away from his sallow and dying appearance.

Han Lin already knew from the villagers who had fled that his aunt had recovered and moved to Jimingyi. Even if he looked familiar, he would not have thought that the person who brought his wife into the city to visit relatives would be his own son-in-law.

Yang Ling hadn't seen her mother's family before. She was afraid of being seen by the young mother. When she heard her chat, she mentioned her family, but she didn't dare to inquire about their names. At this time, Yang Ling panicked.

He anxiously chatted with Father Han: "Uncle Han, where did you escape from now?"

Han Lindao: "From Pingyunling, I have been hunting in the mountains for more than ten days, and I came across Baozi when I returned to Baozi. The hurried fellow and the villagers drilled the ravine again. Where did you two come from?"

Yang Ling was shocked, Pingyunling? That's right, this big man dressed in animal skins and big enough to put himself up is really Taishan's old man!

He laughed twice and hurriedly remedied: "Uncle misunderstood, that lady is not a clue, just ignorant, so I lied to you."

"Oh?" Han Lin glanced at him suspiciously, and Yang Ling quickly explained: "Well, we actually ran from the Jiming Station to report to our Daming Army. As a result, we were chased by Tatar in this forest together. Here. As she was terrified at that time, you are the one coming, you also know that? Ha ha ha "he raised his chin to the old man, handed a smiling face of a man.

Han Lin laughed intentionally, and after touching the beard, he still didn't know what he understood, but it was not easy to ask again. Yang Ling took the opportunity to briefly talk about a series of experiences of his own summoning, ambushing, escaping, and encountering a wolf. He first gave the old man a preventive shot.

In the mountain depression, people used dry trunks to build many slope-shaped awnings based on natural terrain. Covered with leaves and snow, they became a temporary home. Now, a few iron pots lacking ballast are placed in stone in front of the shack, and the wood is burned. Crackling, the snow water in the pot has boiled, with a curl of white gas.

These people seem to have escaped from the experience, and the pots and pans are all available. In fact, all of their usual households except for the two beds are covered, this is the thing. Seeing Han Lin's father and son bring back so many prey, the ragged, dull-looking refugees were a little angry, and they greeted them to help them carry and slaughter their prey.

Although Boss Han brought back two strangers, one of them was a pretty girl with flowers, but these people, even those young people with a flesh and blood, did not look at them twice, and they saw too many refugees along the way. And Mei Se is not as attractive to them as a bun.

Han Lin invited Yang Ling and Ma Er'er to sit in front of his shack. Han Weige cut a large piece of wolf meat and venison into the pot. A white-haired old lady carefully drew out a pocket and scattered it one by one. After a few meters, some salt was added, and then the dried fruit picked up by many refugees was infiltrated, and the air began to smell of food.

Then an old voice said: "Brother Han, can we get to Jiming today? There are a few folks who have suffered from the cold and have no medical treatment or medicine. I am afraid they will not be able to survive it."

Yang Ling looked around and saw an old man staggering with a walking stick. The old man's Chinese face, red face, a pair of thick white eyebrows with long eyebrows, and a glance at Yang Ling, the old man suddenly froze, Yang Ling He also stared at the old man in a daze. He recognized the old man. The next day after rebirth, the old man came to see him on the mountain. This man is the old man Yang of the Yang family.

The old man stayed for a while, suddenly raised his walking stick angrily and yelled at Yang Ling, cursing in his mouth: "Your unsatisfactory thing, even the ancestral property was sold, are you worthy of your father? Is it worthy of the fathers? It ’s not such a big deal, do n’t you discuss it with me, do you have stiff wings? ”

Yang Lingmang then retreated, and I wonder what kind of fire this uncle sent me: I sold my real estate, what kind of energy do I have to discuss with you, do you need to be so angry, and the family should even ask about it?

Han Lin laughed at Mr. Yang's arm and said, "What are you doing, old man?"

Grandpa Yang hatefully said: "I knew that your little aunt was biased against your aunt. He didn't discuss such a big thing about selling his ancestors with his family. Was he still considered Yang's family?"