Chapter 22: Who is the Big Hero?

Obviously, Mr. Xu didn't think so, and he even thought it was a mistake that violated etiquette and was of a bad nature.

In the environment where Yun Zhao grew up, except for the filial piety of his father and son, it seems that other rituals and religions are gradually being forgotten.

Therefore, he was thinking more about feasibility than about etiquette.

Back at Cloudroll's hut, he found that the hard-working brothers had found more magnets to go to the creek.

The stream is cold in spring, and it is not important for a peasant boy to wear pants or not.

So, except for the older Yunyang, the rest are bare-scarred buttocks on the beach with magnets to absorb iron sand.

The advantage of having a large number of people is that no matter how inefficient the work is, it will always add up, and in the evening, Yun Yang already has a dustpan full of iron sand in his hand.

Coupled with the iron sand collected by Yunyang before, there are as many as 100 catties.

Everyone carried the iron sand to the front of the blacksmith shop, Liu Zongmin glanced at it, and continued to be busy with the work in hand.

Yun Yang is a discerning one, seeing that Liu Zongmin was striking iron alone, he took the initiative to pick up the hammer and stand next to him, Liu Zongmin replaced it with a small hammer, and gently knocked it on the iron, Yun Yang smashed it with a sledgehammer, it was still very jerky at first, and after a while, the two cooperated very well.

The small hammer pointed, the sledgehammer forced, and the jingling sound was very pleasant.

The matter was settled, Yun Zhao and the rest of the brothers left immediately, preparing to continue collecting iron sand tomorrow.

In the evening, Yun Niang still allowed her son to go home.

Therefore, Yun Zhao was very bold when he entered the house, like a general who had returned from defeat.

With a snort, Yun Chun helped him take off his shoes, and with another snort, Yun Hua brought the footwashing water, and with another snort, Granny Qin brought dinner, Yun Zhao wanted to snort again, and looked at his mother's face full of frost, so he couldn't help it.

When I had dinner today, Fu Bo was also there, but he ate at another table in the house, and he didn't sit on the kang with Yun Zhao's mother and son.

"There was a guerrilla general named Gao Conglong who came to Xi'an, so many people from the mountains came down the mountain."

Fauber took a sip of wine and ate a mouthful of wild vegetables, and then said casually.

"Is this Gao Conglong a powerful one?"

Fu Bo smiled: "Very powerful, I killed the second king of Jukou and Wang Daliang in Yansui Town, and was invited by the king of Qin to come to Xi'an to train soldiers." ”

Yun Niang smiled: "Liu Zongmin came to our Zhuangzi to take refuge, right?" ”

Fu Bo shook his head and said: "No, Liu Zongmin disagreed with the Mountain Urging Tiger and left Crescent Mountain, ready to lurk for a while to see the limelight, and then decide where to go." ”

Yun Niang whispered: "Fu Bo is optimistic about this person? ”

Fu Bo nodded and said: "This person is ruthless, fierce and abnormal, the old slave thought that he could be the head of the family, and after two days of recruitment, he found that he was not here."

If you force you to stay, you may be in trouble! ”

Yun Niang nodded and said, "The Yun family is safe. ”

Fu Bo sighed and said: "The old slave thought that this person's mother was still alive, but his old lady did not survive this winter, this person has no more ties, and his heart is ambitious."

Such a person Yun can't control it. ”

Yun Niang frowned and said, "How is your heart?" If the heart is feasible, you can marry him and buy a homestead, and after having children, he may settle down. ”

Fu Bo shook his head and said: "The old slave is old, I thought that there was finally a person who could replace the old slave, but now it seems that it is not possible, this year's spring rain only cheapens the people in the Weinan Plain, and the land to the west, this god has no gift for a drop of rain."

If it doesn't rain in May, there will be displaced people, and Xi'an will bear the brunt!

As long as the displaced people gather, there will often be giants, and with the strength of the current government, I am afraid that there is no strength to calm down.

Therefore, whether this person is killed or released, the old slave is still thinking about it. ”

Fu Bo discussed important matters with his mother, and Yun Zhao was not qualified to interject, so he had been eating quietly and could not express any opinions.

He didn't know why Fu Bo thought he could kill Liu Zongmin, but he only knew that in his memory, Liu Zongmin lived a very majestic life from then on......

"Fu Bo, is Shaanxi really going to be in chaos?"

Fu Bo pushed away the rice bowl, lit the smoke pot, and took two puffs of smoke and said: "Weinan Yuan is not enough, Yan'an Mansion is probably going to be a pot of porridge."

After the summer grain harvest this year, we have to think about the way back, the eldest lady can rest assured, the old slave has been arranged, and there will be no problems. “

After speaking, Yunfu left the room and slowly walked out of the back house.

"Mother, Fubo is going to kill someone?"

Yun Niang sighed and said: "In recent years, it has become a common practice for everyone to kill people, you don't have to ask about these things, just study hard." ”

Yun Zhao found that his sleep quality was plummeting!

One of the most important ways Fauber handles things is - kill!

Mother is used to Fauber's way of handling things!

The Yun clan can easily take in a thief, and plans to use this kind of person as the leader of the family, and if he finds that it is not suitable, he is ready to kill him!

This person is Liu Zongmin...... A real giant who has left his name in the history books!!

In this case, what kind of existence is the Yun Clan?

Yun Zhao couldn't sleep...... No matter who you are, you will lose sleep if you have such doubts in your heart.

One moment excited, the other terrified......

For the first time, Yun Zhao slept until dawn.

Granny Qin trembled with her little feet to see if her eldest young master had woken up, Yun Chun, Yun Hua brought a face wash, and waited for the eldest young master to wake up.

Yun Zhao rubbed his eyes and sat up, he saw these three people at a glance, and quickly determined that these three people had no combat power.

Two black-faced servants walked through the courtyard, and the big white goose only craned its neck to look at it, and then continued to pace in the courtyard.

These two servants may be more powerful than the big white goose, but they are not beyond Yun Zhao's cognitive range, and they can barely be regarded as people with no combat effectiveness.

Although the cook can hold up a large square table alone, it is because of the result of a big waist and a round waist, which has nothing to do with combat effectiveness.

The servant woman who carried two huge buckets into the door was only a hard worker's strength.

My mother was squatting in the garden planting flowers, and even if the small shovel in her hand was sharp, it was just a tool that was often used, and it was not lethal.

Fauber lives in the atrium, probably smoking too much cigarette just now, and now coughing violently.

The hoarse appearance is terrifying, and the green tendons on his forehead have burst out, if someone sneaks up at this time, he will die.

Patting Fauber on the back was a tall man wearing a traditional black floppy hat with a red pom-pom on it, tall and dressed in green, indescribably funny.

Judging from the action of Fauber stretching out his leg and kicking him, this guy is not agile at all, and his combat strength cannot exceed five!

A man who works hard to move the water tank looks like a fool, at least scoop the water in the water tank and move the tank again!

The housekeeper who waved his arms to drive away the sparrows was even more stupid to mention...... If you don't want the sparrows to lay eggs under the tiles, you should go up to the house to get them!

A large row of women sat under the eaves and spun threads, green and gray-white, which were finally woven into a foot-wide white and green coarse cloth, and finally sewn into a coarse cloth of white and green that everyone hated.

There is no possibility of hiding a master among this group.

After reading these people, Yun Zhao thought that if Liu Zongmin went crazy, it would be easy to create a tragedy similar to the one Wu Song created in the Mandarin Duck Tower in the Yun Clan!

Mr. Xu's back was straight, holding a book in his hand, but he didn't look at it, his eyes were still looking at the blue sky, and he didn't know what he was looking at, the sky was as blue as washing, and there was no cloud at all.

He is most in line with the appearance of the hero in Yun Zhao's heart, whether it is the three locks of beard on his face or the pretended books in his hands, it seriously proves that this is an extraordinary person.

However, Yun Zhao saw him faint with the hay in his mouth...... Such a person must have knowledge, as for force...... No way! Liu Zongmin can pinch him to death eight times with one hand!

The front yard of the Yun clan has almost become a common place for the Yun clan, and the farming is almost over, everyone is sitting under the eaves and picking bean seeds, gossiping, and some seem to be discussing how to exchange for cheap and good vegetable seeds.

They were all real farmers, and Yun Zhao naturally didn't pay attention to them.

Out of the gate, Yun Zhao saw a roaring fire!

Liu Zongmin, who was naked, was pulling the bellows hard, the almost white flames coming out of the stove were scorching his oily and slippery skin, and every time he pulled the bellows, the muscles on his arms were like a rat scurrying up and down!

The muscles on both sides separated from the heart are extremely developed, and there are some muscles growing horizontally in the middle of the two muscle groups, like a leather cord on the armor that firmly binds the two muscle groups into a whole.

"Open the gates!"

Liu Zongmin roared, pushed the stove from the other direction, let the heavy stove gradually tilt, and Yun Yang, who was guarding the side, opened the seal of the stove, and a stream of bright red molten iron poured out of the furnace and poured into the groove that had been dug on the ground long ago.

The molten iron was poured into the groove, Liu Zongmin exerted his arms, and the molten iron stove wrapped in thick red clay returned to its original position, and his sweat splashed on the stove, and after a stream of white gas, it disappeared.

Yun Zhao clicked his mouth, and then looked back at Yun Fu, who continued to squat on the low wall of the garden and smoke, and didn't know what to say!

Who killed whom?