C8

The middle-aged man wanted to laugh but didn't dare to do so. He also had to endure the pain from the broken bone in his left hand. He could only force his face to reply, "Cheng Xiang County, Chaozhou Prefecture, Ming Chong Yuan." He found Liu Zhiqiang's question very strange. A child could not ask such a question, so he wondered if Liu Zhiqiang could understand his answer.

Liu Zhiqiang was shocked again, thinking, "Dreaming that I came to the Ming Dynasty, as if I rarely watched TV shows in the Ming Dynasty, and always said that I had thoughts every day, and dreams every night, and all I thought about was living a normal life, and it was even from a modern urban background, and I'm not familiar with the Ming Dynasty. Wait a minute, he explained that Chongzhen, Chongzhen, is not the ruler of the Ming Dynasty, and he's also speaking in the dialect right now, I remember now, wherever I went on this mission, I went to the local supermarket to buy biscuits, remember the dialect of the people around me, the accent, the guest language, the guest language, is the guest language."

Alas, that's not right. Remember that this cave is not beyond the boundaries of Meizhou. The place that speaks Hakka language has never heard of a place called Chengxiang County, and Chaozhou Prefecture should be Chaozhou.

The middle-aged man looked at Liu Zhiqiang, unsure if he had understood.

Liu Zhiqiang still could not understand what this dream was about. The only thing he could ask was the super question, "Do you know that this place has an exit!? Hm! I mean how do you wake up from this dream! "

The middle-aged man looked at Liu Zhiqiang and said, "He's still the same fool. I even cured him. That's true. A fool is born with no chance of being cured."

The middle-aged man rolled his eyes and said, "Good boy, ask uncle to go back and get you some sugar, I'll take you out later!"

When Liu Zhiqiang heard this, he thought, "F * ck, you think laozi is an idiot? Nonsense!" He was so angry that he slapped him on the face, "If you ask me a question, I'll answer it properly. If you don't, do you believe I won't beat you up?" As he finished speaking, he made a knife shape, and wiped his stained left hand with the clothes of a middle-aged man made of fine cloth.

The rich middle-aged man thought to himself: "A scholar can be killed, but not humiliated. If you dare to hit me, I think it's better for you to answer honestly." And thinking: Isn't he stupid! And what did he want to ask?

Liu Zhiqiang thought: Draw a map and ask in Mandarin. He stood up and took the knife.

Seeing this, the middle-aged man was frightened out of his wits. He hurriedly said, "Whatever you ask, I'll answer. Please don't use your knife!"

Liu Zhiqiang ignored the disheveled middle-aged rich people and used his knife and shield to draw a rough map of Guangdong province on the ground. After he finished drawing the map, he wrote two simple characters in Guangdong province.

Then he said in Mandarin, "Tell me where this place is and tell me on the map I drew!"

Seeing Liu Zhiqiang draw a map with a knife, the middle-aged man felt relieved. When he heard him use the official language of Shuntian, he was startled: "This fool can speak official language, and quite accurately. As an Elementary Scholar, his official language also has the flavor of a local dialect."

Looking at the map and the words on the ground, he thought, I thought he was just a young boy, but he knows how to write. He really wrote incorrectly, how can these two be considered to be words. Of course, he wasn't stupid enough to point it out. He was really afraid of getting scratched alive.

The middle-aged man kneeled down and walked over. He added two squid worms to the map with his right hand, wrote the traditional Chaozhou Prefecture on the map, then tapped on a spot, and wrote on the right side of the map all the way to Chengxiang County. Then, he tapped on the bottom right corner of the map and wrote on village C, afraid that Liu Zhiqiang would not be able to read, then pointed at the map with his right hand and chanted in a Mandarin Chinese accent, "Chaozhou Prefecture, Chengxiang Prefecture, village C!" He looked at Liu Zhiqiang, who was deep in thought. In order to show the richness of his knowledge, he said, "There is still one place missing here called Qiongzhou Prefecture." Many officials didn't even know how to look at the map, but he came from a family of shipbuilders in Fujian, and later declined, but he was very interested in the chart and shipbuilding. If Liu Zhiqiang drew a map of a province in the mainland, even if his mother couldn't recognize him, he wouldn't be able to point his finger out.

Liu Zhiqiang looked at the information on the map and ignored him. He thought to himself, Isn't this the Meizhou! Meizhou is not an independent city, when is it under the control of Chaozhou? Cheng Xiang County I do not know ah, dream of the things I do not know, C Village, he knows, is the last hotel called "C Village Red Hotel." (" C Village Red Hotel. ") Just now, Village C had been pronounced as a dialect, Liu Zhiqiang only knew it after reading it.)

Liu Zhiqiang was getting more and more involved with these questions. He had thought of teleporting into a novel because this was not scientific and he did not have any logical thinking. How could he believe that teleportation could work?

Liu Zhiqiang looked at the middle-aged Fujia, who had finished his speech, and said in the Hakka language, "What are you called? Where are you from?!"

The middle-aged man thought for a while and said, "My name is Wen Anyan, and my name is Wen Anyan. I am an Elementary Scholar born in the Eastern Village of Quanzhou, Fujian Province." Right now, he thought Liu Zhiqiang had met something like the upper body of a ghost, and it was something very fierce. How could he not be ferocious in broad daylight? He had also heard about this kind of strange thing before.

Liu Zhiqiang replied in the Hakka language, "Yes! If you guys still dare to come back, it won't be as simple as breaking your bones. Hehe, do you understand? "

Wen Anyan said in an official tone, "Definitely, absolutely not." That being said, when we go back to the Zhang Residence, we must ask the Old Master to decide how to destroy a ferocious ghost like you.

Liu Zhiqiang said, "Take your people and f * * k off!"

Wen Yan quickly complied. He stood up and rubbed his sore legs. Holding his left hand, he turned around to look at the two servants and said, "Why aren't you leaving yet?"

The servant who was pressed down finally got up and took care of the servant who was kicked in his lower abdomen. Hearing Butler Wen's words, he ran away together with the servant like a wisp of smoke.

Liu Zhiqiang thought about it and still couldn't understand it. Suddenly, he looked at his mother and grandfather, who were staring at him blankly.

It was better not to worry them too much, Liu Zhiqiang thought. After searching through the memories in his head, he ran to his grandfather and mother and said innocently, "Grandfather, mother, I'm hungry." It was just that before this, he felt like it was a bit fake, but after that, he felt like this was what Koga usually did as well. The only difference was that Koga was stuttering, whereas he was not.

Seeing that Kid was still the same as before, both his grandfather and his mother felt relieved. Kampa's mother looked at the sun that was almost reaching its zenith and said, "The food is still not ready yet. You and Grandfather can wait. Mother will cook it for you right now."

As he spoke, he helped the old man to sit on the stone table and chair in front of the stone house. He then helped him to wipe the dust off his robes before entering the stone house.

Looking at the cigarette smoke rising from the roof of the stone house, Liu Zhiqiang was confused. Was he really dreaming? He looked at the stone house and walked in. He looked at the stove in the stone house. There was a half broken iron pot with a wooden lid on top. By the stove, there was a cheap mother adding firewood. Liu Zhiqiang looked at the beads of sweat on her face and saw the smile on his face when he came in.

Liu Zhiqiang was convinced by this dream. It was too realistic. He then walked over to help his mother add some firewood.

Half an hour later, Liu Zhiqiang saw his mother lift the lid of the pot and take out a large bowl made of yellow mud from inside. This bowl was not the one that was missing a few mouthfuls from the morning, it was still a little bigger, and then two smaller bowls were placed on a wooden mat beside the stove.

Liu Zhiqiang only saw her mother pick up three pairs of chopsticks from the stove with her rough hands, sprinkle the yellow crystals in a wooden bowl next to the stove into three clay bowls, and then mix them with a pair of chopsticks separately. Looking at his own son, he remembered that his hair was disheveled. He had no choice but to tidy up his hair.

After she was done cleaning up, she picked up the wooden mat. There were three bowls on the wooden mat, and with her left hand, she grabbed the wooden mat and pulled Liu Zhiqiang to the stone table outside the house, placed the big bowl in front of the old man, and then placed the two small bowls beside her. After sitting down, she hugged Liu Zhiqiang and let him sit between her knees.

Sitting between his mother's knees, Liu Zhiqiang looked depressed. He thought, "I'm 28 years old, why am I still sitting in the arms of a 20-year-old woman?" He looked at the three bowls on the table.

The old man looked at the bowl in his own and then at his daughter's and grandson's. He suddenly became a little envious and picked up his chopsticks and bowl in an attempt to pour some of the yellow sticky stuff into his daughter's bowl. He saw her daughter block his bowl and she said, "Dad, I ate it with my baby in the morning! "There's still a lot more!"

The old man's green hair flushed red. "Nonsense, I don't know how much chaff there is left. You little girl, you lied to me at such a young age!" I already had a bowl of it in the morning, how can I get any more? "

Liu Zhiqiang's mother said, "Dad, don't you still want to work in agriculture outside of Zhang? You need to eat more if you want to work. "

When the old man heard this, he put down his bowl and chopsticks. His heart sank. "Sigh, in any case, it's fine. Every year, he promised to pay me five stones and five grains, but he only gave me four stones and five buckets of rice."

"And this year, it was said that the Northwest was in a state of desolation, with poor rations supporting the North, with only two stone's worth of grain left. But your uncle said that in order to earn more money, Escort Zhang was going to sell it for a high profit. I now think that I might as well go to the hillside and start a wasteland here, and plant my own land!"

When his daughter heard this, worry appeared on her face. "Dad, didn't you say that the tax on an acre of land in the imperial court was more than the amount of grain you could harvest per acre of land a year?!"

The old man said helplessly, "I want to find a remote area. The yield is not as high as that. If I were to secretly plant it for the government and for Captain Zhang to discover, then there would be no need for me to hand in any rice."

His daughter only nodded when she heard this, she knew that the officials and the judge worked together, the officials forced you to pay taxes so that you could not grow your own land, so that the court could not receive money and grain, and the judge asked you to give him land, they did not have to pay taxes, they did not have to share the country with the people who were in urgent need of land, they did not have to pay more than the harvest of rice, at the same time they could get a certain amount of rice, so they did not starve to death, and the judge and the officials sold the food they had harvested to the court. It had to be said that the Old Zhu family was in a trap of their own, and the Qing dynasty's Kang Gan and Sheng dynasty had collected a large amount of taxes from these interrogators before flourishing. Zhu Ming's fattening sheep could not bear to part with the wool, but they cupped their hands and gave it to the whole Qing for slaughter.

The old man saw that his daughter didn't want his bowl of bran bread, so he could only pour it into his grandson's bowl. However, he blocked his daughter's bowl as well. Liu Zhiqiang said, "Grandfather, I don't need it. I'm full." As he said that, he picked up the juice in the bowl, picked up the chopsticks and swallowed it in a few bites.

Not to mention his stuttering and foolishness, he even became more sensible. Usually, at this time of the day, Koga wants to eat the most, they only know that Koga's greatest ability is to eat, because they don't know the characteristics of Koga's physique. The muscles of the 'King of Special Forces' are increasing at an alarming rate every day, requiring a large amount of food and protein. At this moment, Liu Zhiqiang actually also really wanted to eat it. He felt that this body of his had an extremely strong digestion ability, but what he wanted was not the things in these bowls, he wanted to eat meat.

When his mother saw that he was eating with chopsticks, she became even more surprised. Seeing that Liu Zhiqiang was no longer a fool and had even beaten the person who came to cause trouble, she thought that the child had finally grown up and wanted to teach him how to use chopsticks. He then asked: "They said that you bullied Esteemed Zhang's grandson and daughter-in-law outside and even beat up those big brothers!"

When his grandfather and mother heard him speak in a young but old voice about a dead girl and a little kid, they thought it was very funny how old he was. However, just as they thought about his ability to beat people up, they felt even weirder and the old man asked, "How did you beat them up to run away? Grandfather is a grown man that can't chase them away.

Liu Zhiqiang said, "Because I found out that I was very strong!" As he said this, he ran down from his mother's legs and walked towards a group of rocks at the back of the mountain. He looked at the largest one, lifted it up and tested it.

When his grandfather and mother saw him lift the stone, they wanted to stop him. Just as they got up, Liu Zhiqiang ran over with the stone in his hand.

Liu Zhiqiang only put down the stone when he was in front of them. His grandfather and mother cried out in alarm. It had to be known that this stone was even bigger than Liu Zhiqiang, who was not even five years old.

His grandfather tried to lift it, but the stone only tilted slightly as the old man shook his head with a flushed face. "I estimate it to be more than 90 Jin." Turning to his daughter, he said, "Little girl, you're lucky. Your son was able to easily lift such a heavy stone. I can't even lift it."

"Previously, when the midwife said that you became pregnant when you were pregnant with him, she was afraid that you wouldn't be able to bear the name 'detest' and that you would be a fool even if you had to support him. Look, he's fine now and he's as strong as an ox. In the future, my Old Liu family will have a martial arts scholar. Hahahaha …" Old Man Liu became happier the more he thought about it.

At this time, Mrs Liu also picked up Liu Zhiqiang and happily said, "I'm afraid his father is not willing to let a child of the Zhu Family learn martial arts. He would say that a martial arts student is a boorish person!"

Old man Liu's mood suddenly disappeared as he thought: "Don't worry about how he treated us back then!"

Mrs Liu said, "Dad, let's just eat first. Our family will go up the mountain to gather some firewood and see if we can catch any hare."

Old Man Liu didn't know that his daughter was trying to enlighten him, "Take the way, eat."

The three of them sat down again at the stone table. Liu Zhiqiang helplessly gave Mrs Liu a hug and sat down. Liu Zhiqiang was speechless: Didn't I finish eating? I'm still being held like this.

Old Man Liu still forced himself to pour some of the bran bread into his daughter's bowl. As he ate, he said, "I heard that a big bug appeared in the mountains, and your uncle told you so."

Mrs Liu was also stunned: "When did this mountain have these big worms!"

Old Man Liu said, "A few days ago, Er'zi entered the mountain and saw a group of bandits set a trap. When he saw Er'zi walking over, he used the official language. Er'zi followed me and drove the carriage in the north, so we got to know each other. You also came to the prince's mansion that time, but you said that the brat is now his master, so he didn't come to find you."

Mrs Liu said with some anger, "Father, you've gone off topic!"

Old Man Liu said, "Oh! He said that the bandit didn't cover his face, and from the looks of it, the bastard was a northern bandit. If the local bandit showed his face, he would kill them because he was afraid that we would recognize him, and that it would be hard for him to be a good man in the future. Instead, it would be the bandit that would steal our wealth and not kill them.

"Although this bandit's name is not very vicious, when we arrive at Yanling Mountain, the two of you will gather firewood at the mountainside. I will check if there are any wild rabbits at the mountainside and pick some wild tea mushrooms." Old Man Liu thought again.

Mrs Liu said: "I often go up the mountain to gather firewood, but I haven't seen any of them. Where are the big bug bandits? I'm just bragging!"

Old man Liu stared at him, "See, you're not here anymore. Long words say that it's better to believe it's true than not. Your father and I travelled far and wide in the past, so we were able to stabilize ourselves. Otherwise, we would have long been abandoned in the wilderness."

Mrs Liu nodded in agreement, thinking: "Yesterday, I almost crawled to the mountain side to pick firewood and bear mountain fruits, but I didn't see any!"