In the 29th year of the Kaiyuan Era, there was an internal strife in the Later Turks. Wang Zhongsi stationed his troops in the north. An Lushan was appointed as the Governor of Yingzhou and the Administrator of the Four Prefectures.
Prince Shou, Li Gui, requested to observe mourning for three years. Li Gui frequently went in and out of the Taoist temple during the Saburo to meet with Yang Taizhen in private.
It was also in this year that the 24 prefectures of the Hebei Province of the Tang dynasty were hit by continuous rainstorms. Many crops were destroyed. In September, there was an unprecedented heavy snowfall. The rice seedlings were crushed, causing further losses.
In order to investigate the disaster and comfort the people, the imperial court ordered Zhang Yi to lead a group of officials to the Eastern Capital of Luoyang and Hebei Province to provide relief.
However, all of this was too far away for Ang Lee. At this moment, he was more concerned about his own situation and how to survive in this era.
Yes, Ang Lee was not a person of this era. To be precise, his body was of this era, but his soul came from more than a thousand years later.
Ang Lee's identity in this era was a seventeen-year-old Young Master of the White Wolf Village in Yingzhou. His father, Li Wu, was a military officer in the Pinglu Army of the Tang dynasty. His mother died early. His grandparents had also passed away for nearly ten years.
Although he was young, Ang Lee looked very strong. He started practicing martial arts at the age of five. Now, he was proficient in all kinds of saber and spear techniques. He was also very good at archery and throwing short spears.
"Martial arts fanatic." This word was the most appropriate to describe Ang Lee. He was so obsessed with martial arts that he did not care about anything else. He was always indifferent to things other than martial arts.
"No, I don't want to be a martial arts fanatic." Ang Lee, who had changed his soul, shook his head vigorously.
"Oh." In a moment of excitement, Ang Lee actually forgot about the wound on his forehead.
Speaking of the wound on his forehead, Ang Lee was very angry. This wound was actually caused by the beam of the house when he was asleep. If it was an ordinary person, they would have died long ago. However, he only slept for a few days before waking up. It was just that his soul had changed.
"Big Brother, is your wound hurting again?" A thirteen-year-old girl quickly walked over with a steaming bowl. She placed the bowl on the broken table and looked at Ang Lee's wound with concern.
"Big Brother is really careless. You broke the wound again. It won't heal quickly." The girl pouted, her voice full of concern.
The girl's name was Li Ya 'er. She was the adopted daughter of his father, Li Wu. She was smart, obedient, lively, and cute. She was also very hardworking. Because of her tender and slightly chubby appearance, the villagers called her Little Ya' er.
Li An looked at the chubby and adorable little girl in front of him and a warm smile appeared on his face. Perhaps this little sprout couldn't be considered a beauty that could cause the downfall of a country, but she was cute, hardworking, and extremely concerned about him. This was enough to make Li An feel very comfortable.
"Little Ya 'er, it's been hard on you." After reaching out and pinching Little Ya' er's face a few times, Ang Lee picked up the steaming bowl.
Little Ya 'er smiled and said softly, "Big Brother, quickly eat this bowl of soup pancake while it's hot. Your wound will heal quickly if you eat more."
"Big Brother knows, Little Ya 'er." Ang Lee smiled and asked, "Right, where are Kun Xiong and Fei Yu?"
"Second Brother and Third Brother went to the mountains to cut down trees. They said they want to repair the house as soon as possible."
"Oh, repair the house." Ang Lee nodded and fell into deep thought.
At present, Ang Lee's family of four lived in a broken house with holes on all sides. Moreover, there were only two rooms. After one room collapsed, the four siblings could only temporarily live in one room.
A year ago, Li An and the other three were still living in a tall and bright house, and they even hired a cook. After all, Li Wu was a Commandant of the Pinglu Army, and his income was quite good. However, a year ago, the Pinglu Army went on an expedition to the north, and Li Wu went missing. The family immediately lost their source of income, and Li An was a martial arts fanatic who did not care about worldly affairs. Because of this, the family declined, and they could only fire the cook and sell the house in exchange for food. Now, there was not much food left, and the family was already at the end of the line.
"Little Ya 'er, Little Ya' er." An unpleasant voice came from outside the door.
Ang Lee could tell that this was the second son of the village chief, Zhao Yongchang, Zhao Chengye. He was an idle scoundrel and was nicknamed Zhao Ergou.
"Big Brother, Little Ya 'er will go out and take a look." Little Ya' er walked out.
"Yo, Little Ya 'er, you're home."
"Brother Erlang, Second Brother and Third Brother have already gone out. If there's anything, we can talk about it when they come back."
"Didn't they just go to the mountains to cut down trees? I saw it. They will probably be back in two to four hours." Zhao Ergou sized up Little Ya 'er with his eyes, looking left and right from time to time.
"Then what's the matter?" Little Ya 'er could sense that Zhao Ergou was up to no good.
Zhao Ergou took out a piece of lamb chop and placed it in front of Little Ya 'er. He smiled and said, "Little Ya' er, smell it. Is it fragrant?"
"Fragrant, really fragrant." Little Ya 'er swallowed her saliva.
She had not eaten meat for a few months, so she naturally could not resist such a great temptation.
"Do you want to eat? Come, take it."
"Thank you, Brother Erlang." Little Ya 'er took the lamb chop and turned to walk into the house.
"Little Ya 'er, don't go." Zhao Ergou reached out and grabbed Little Ya' er.
"Brother Erlang, is there anything else?"
"Brother Erlang is giving you a piece of lamb chop. I have to make Brother Erlang happy, right?" Zhao Ergou smiled cheekily.
Little Ya 'er broke free from Zhao Ergou and said, "Little Ya' er, sing a little song for Brother Erlang."
"Tch, what's the point of singing? Come, let Brother Erlang dote on you." Zhao Ergou was already impatient. He reached out and hugged Little Ya 'er by the waist and stretched his dirty mouth towards Little Ya' er's face.
"Brother Erlang, what are you doing? Let go, let go." Little Ya 'er struggled with all her might, appearing very helpless.
"Little Ya 'er, let Brother Erlang be happy. I've been waiting for this day for a long time. I haven't slept well for a few nights." Zhao Ergou had completely revealed his wolfish nature, completely ignoring Little Ya's resistance.
"Zhao Ergou." Just at this moment, a pair of large hands pressed down on Zhao Ergou's head and squeezed.
"Ow, ow, ow!"
Zhao Ergou cried out in pain and hastily let go of Little Ya 'er.
"Zhao Ergou, see if I don't beat you to death." Ang Lee punched out three times and kicked Zhao Ergou in the stomach, sending him flying ten meters.
Ang Lee hadn't used his full strength, but those three punches and kicks still caused Zhao Ergou to vomit blood and roll on the ground while clutching his stomach.
Ang Lee's anger still hadn't subsided. He walked over and placed a foot on Zhao Ergou's chest, making it so he couldn't move.
At this moment, Ang Lee was extremely angry. Little Ya 'er was the person who treated him the best. She was also the person closest to him after his father's disappearance. Seeing Little Ya' er being bullied by Zhao Ergou, how could Ang Lee not be angry?
"Li Dalang, wasn't he seriously injured and unconscious?" Zhao Ergou's eyes were filled with panic. After a pause, he hurriedly quibbled, "Li Dalang, I was kind enough to give you a lamb chop, but you repaid my kindness with enmity. You dare hit me?"
"F * ck, you're the one I'm going to hit." Li An was furious when he heard that. He kicked Zhao Ergou's chest a few more times.
Ang Lee couldn't be bothered to reason with a scoundrel like Zhao Ergou. Even if he did, it would be pointless. The only effective method was to ruthlessly teach him a lesson and beat him until he was convinced.
"Li Dalang, I, Zhao Chengye, am the son of the White Wolf Village's village chief. You can't hit me like this. You have to think about the consequences." Zhao Ergou brought out his father.
"Heh, so you still remember that you're the village chief's son. It seems that I still hit you too lightly. I'll kick you to death, you little bastard." Ang Lee not only didn't stop, but also beat him even more fiercely.
"It hurts, it hurts, it hurts. Brother Dalang, don't hit me, don't hit me." Zhao Ergou finally cried out.
Obviously, Zhao Ergou clearly realized that his threats were completely ineffective. After bringing out his father, Ang Lee not only didn't stop, but also beat him even more fiercely. At this moment, if he didn't beg for mercy, he would definitely suffer even more.
The most important reason why Zhao Ergou dared to have thoughts about Little Ya 'er was that he had figured out the situation of Ang Lee's family.
Ang Lee was a martial arts fanatic, and his two adopted sons, Li Kunxiong and Li Feiyu, were also martial arts fanatics. The three of them were obsessed with martial arts and didn't care about other things.
Zhao Ergou had flirted with Little Ya 'er many times in front of them, but they either turned a blind eye or yelled at him to get lost immediately. They simply wouldn't hit him. Because of this, Zhao Ergou became more and more daring. Therefore, he took advantage of the fact that Ang Lee was seriously injured and Kunxiong and Fei Yu weren't at home to make a move on Little Ya' er.
Of course, Zhao Ergou would never have dreamed that Ang Lee, who was injured by the roof beam, would wake up so quickly. Moreover, his personality had changed greatly. As soon as he appeared, he started to beat people, and his beating was very heavy.
"Do you know why I hit you?" Ang Lee's eyes were burning with anger as he stared at Zhao Ergou.
"Brother Dalang, I was confused for a moment. I shouldn't have sent Mutton Chop."
"Mutton Chop" Ang Lee's eyes flashed with a fierce light, and he hit Zhao Ergou's left leg hard.
"Kacha, ah!" The sound of bone breaking and Zhao Ergou's roar sounded at the same time.
"Brother Dalang, please spare my life. I, Zhao Ergou, shouldn't have bullied Little Ya 'er. I'm a bastard, I'm a beast, I deserve to die. Please spare me." The sharp pain from his leg and Ang Lee's deathly gaze made Zhao Ergou completely afraid. He was worried that Ang Lee would kill him.
"Big Brother, don't." Little Ya 'er was also frightened by Ang Lee's gaze. She was worried that Ang Lee would get involved in a murder case.
Ang Lee sighed, and his anger gradually dissipated.
"Fuck off!" Li An raised his leg and kicked Zhao Ergou three meters away.
"I'm a beast, I deserve to die, I'm a beast, I deserve to die."
Zhao Ergou's body trembled. He endured the pain and crawled away.
"Big Brother." Little Ya 'er looked at Ang Lee with some apprehension.
Ang Lee closed his eyes for a moment to calm down. Then he slowly opened his eyes and rubbed Little Ya 'er's head. He softly said, "Little Ya' er, with Big Brother here, no one can bully you."
"Big Brother." Little Ya 'er threw herself into Ang Lee's arms, tightly hugging Ang Lee.
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