Ma Lian 'er was embarrassed. She was afraid of being misunderstood as brother and sister, so she blushed and said, "Uncle, I'm sorry, I … I was out with my husband, I was too careful."
Yang Ling was startled. If he tried to explain now, it would only make things worse, so he could only shut his mouth. The big man suddenly said, "I was wondering, you're going back to your parents' home for the new year? The Tatars are stirring up a lot of trouble, and we're also escaping to the city, so come with us. "
The big man's surname was Han, and his name was Han Lin. His eldest son was Han Wei, his second son was Han Wu, and his third son's name was a bit vulgar, Man Cang. Poor people often gave their children auspicious names, and Yang Ling had already seen a few people named Man Cang. Unfortunately, those with this name were mostly poor.
Han Lin hid in the cave ahead, and along the way, he took in hundreds of refugees. It was all thanks to this father and son's hunting that they survived. This family looked rather dull, and were not good at making small talk. They just smiled politely, carried their game and walked in front with big strides.
Man Cang 'er led the deer, and looked at Yang Ling with a smile, then looked at Ma Lian' er. He turned to Yang Ling and whispered, "Brother Yang, your wife is very beautiful, even more beautiful than my sister."
Ma Lian 'er blushed when she heard this, but her eyebrows inadvertently floated with joy.' Wife ', this title really made her, who was experiencing her first awakening of love, palpitate incessantly. Yang Ling coughed twice awkwardly. He couldn't admit it, but he couldn't deny it either, so he could only pretend to be deaf and dumb.
Han Wu said to Han Wei, "Brother, after the heavy snow, the beasts will be looking for food, and it's indeed a good opportunity to hunt. This time, more than a hundred people can get a mouthful of meat soup to drink."
Han Wei said, "Yes, the young people have all gone to pick dried fruits nearby. With this game, it's enough for everyone to have a full meal. I think we'll be able to reach Chicken Cry Rest Point next night."
Han Wu spat and said, "Even the elderly and children know to gather some dry firewood nearby to keep everyone warm. But the Yang Family's Third Brother is too lousy. He doesn't do anything, but all he does is gather dry firewood for his meals. How infuriating!"
Han Wei nudged him and said, "Stop whining. If Dad hears this, he'll kick you. Who cares? He's our brother-in-law's relative, so it doesn't matter."
While competing with the little muntjac, Han Mancang angrily said, "If you ask me, we shouldn't have run away. There were only about thirty Tatars robbing our village. Relying on Father and our martial art skill, wouldn't we be able to take care of them?"
Uncle Han stood on a rock wall and snorted at his youngest son, "How arrogant! If we take care of those several dozen Tatars, we'll be able to attract several hundred, several thousand Tatars to raze the village to the ground. What's the use of one person's martial art skill in a ten-thousand-man army? "
He put his hands on his hips and lectured his son, "When I was learning martial art in Shaolin, I heard that when Cheng Zu Jing was in danger, Great Master Daoyan asked Shaolin to send three hundred monk soldiers to help him. In the end, only a hundred or so people came back alive, and half of them were crippled. At that time, the leader of the Luohan Hall's Great Master Xu Yun was wearing a golden bell shield and an iron shirt that was impervious to swords and spears. But he only lasted for the time it takes to drink a cup of tea before he was shot by arrows and became a thorn. "
Han Mancang was unconvinced and said, "Then isn't learning martial art useless?" Old Master Han blushed and said, "That's not entirely true. The three hundred monk soldiers from Shaolin fought with more than two thousand people for two hours. But in a battle between two armies, what's the use of a few hundred martial art masters?"
Yang Ling saw that the little guy was a little upset and coaxed him, "Don't be discouraged. That's because the commander is not good enough. Of course it's useless to send these kinds of martial art masters to charge and break through enemy lines. If they're in charge of looting and burning provisions and killing officers, they're more useful than an army of tens of thousands."
Speaking to this point, Yang Ling suddenly had an idea and his heart skipped a beat, "It can't be? His surname is Han and he has three sons. He studied martial arts in Shaolin and is now a hunter … "
Yang Ling was a little scared, "Could it be that this is my father-in-law, brother-in-law, and brother-in-law that I've never met? But I don't know him and he doesn't know me either. "
In fact, even if his face wasn't covered in mud, Old Master Han wouldn't have thought of him as his son-in-law. Old Master Han had also seen his son-in-law a few times after his daughter got married, but his current complexion was a far cry from his sallow and dying appearance.
Han Lin had already heard from the villagers that his son-in-law had recovered and moved to Chicken Cry Inn. Even though he looked familiar, he wouldn't have thought that the person who brought his wife into the city to visit his relatives would be his son-in-law.
And Yang Ling had never seen Young-niang's family before. At first, he was afraid that Young-niang would see through him. When she talked about her family, he didn't dare to ask for their names. Now that his suspicions were aroused, Yang Ling immediately panicked.
He uneasily struck up a conversation with Old Master Han, "Uncle Han, where did you escape from at this time?"
Han Lin said, "From the Flat Cloud Ridge, we hunted in the mountains for more than ten days. Just as we returned to the castle, we ran into the Tartars, so we hurriedly hid in the ravine with the villagers. Where did you two come from?"
Yang Ling was shocked, the Flat Cloud Ridge? There could be no mistake, this man draped in animal skin, big enough to hide his entire body, was really … Old Master Tai!
He laughed dryly and hurriedly tried to remedy the situation, "Uncle, you misunderstood. That lady is not my wife. I didn't know anything just now, so I lied to you."
"Oh?" Han Lin looked at him suspiciously. Yang Ling hurriedly explained, "Well … actually, the two of us ran from Chicken Cry Inn to inform our Ming Destiny Army. In the end, when the battle started, we were chased by the Tartars and got lost in this forest. As for … she was scared out of her wits. You're experienced, you should understand, right? Hehehe … "He raised his chin at his father-in-law, giving him a manly smile.
Han Lin understood and laughed heartily. After laughing, he stroked his beard, still unsure of what he understood, but it was not appropriate for him to ask again. Yang Ling took the opportunity to briefly explain the series of events of him sending the message, being ambushed, escaping, and encountering the wolves, to give his father-in-law a dose of forewarning.
In the valley, the people used withered tree trunks to build many sloping shacks, which were covered with leaves and snow to become their temporary homes. Now, in front of the shacks, there were a few iron pots that were missing pieces of wood. The wood crackled, and the snow water in the pot was already boiling, giving off white steam.
These people seemed to have experience in escaping, as they had pots, bowls, ladles, and basins. In fact, all their belongings, other than two beds and blankets, were these things. Seeing that Han Lin and his father had brought back so much game, the refugees, dressed in ragged clothes and with sluggish expressions, finally regained some vitality. They all came forward to help them carry and slaughter the game.
Although Boss Han had brought back two strangers, and one of them was a beautiful woman, these people, even the hot-blooded youths, did not spare her a second glance. They had seen too many refugees along the way, and beauty … was not as attractive as a piece of steamed bun to them.
Han Lin invited Yang Ling and Ma Lian'er to sit in front of his shack. Han Wei and a few others cut up large pieces of wolf and venison meat and threw them into the pot. A white-haired old granny carefully took out a bag and sprinkled some rice into the pot. She also added some salt and dried fruits that many refugees had picked up. The air began to fill with the aroma of food.
At this moment, an old voice said, "Brother Han, will you be able to make it to Cock Crow by today? There are a few villagers who have caught a cold, and without medicine, they might not be able to make it through. "
Yang Ling looked over and saw an old man hobbling over with a walking stick. The old man had a square face, red cheeks, and a pair of thick white eyebrows that extended to the tips of his eyebrows. The moment he saw Yang Ling, the old man was stunned. Yang Ling also looked at the old man in a daze. He recognized this old man. On the second day after his rebirth, this old man had come up the mountain to visit him. This person was the head of the Yang Family, Grandfather Yang.
The old man was stunned for a moment, then suddenly angrily raised his walking stick and hit Yang Ling, scolding, "You useless thing, you even sold your ancestral property. How can you face your father? How can you face your ancestors? Such a big matter, and you didn't even discuss it with me. You've grown up, haven't you? "
Yang Ling took a step back, confused. He did not know why this old man was so angry. I'm selling my property. What's the point of discussing it with you? Is there a need to be so angry? Does the clan even have to ask about this?
Han Lin pulled on Grandfather Yang's arm and said with a smile, "Brother, what are you doing? If there's something to say, then say it nicely."
Grandfather Yang said hatefully, "You only know how to side with your son-in-law. This little b * stard didn't even discuss such a big matter like selling his ancestral property. Does he still think he's a member of the Yang Family?"
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