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Yang Dong and his party were all shocked after hearing this.
Wait, have you been robbed?
In a daze, Yang Dong saw seven or eight naked and skinny "bandits", holding hoes and poles, surrounding them.
The leader among them was an unkempt young man.
From beginning to end, the young man's eyes never left the tenderloin grilled over charcoal fire.
Especially the white smoke and the "sizzling" oily flowers made him salivate on the ground.
"Well... teach me all your flesh, and I can spare your lives."
"We are professional bandits, we only steal money, not lives!"
As soon as these words came out, Yang Dong and others were happy. Except for Dou Lujing and Yao Jia, those present had no cultivation level. Yang Dong and Yan Bingyue were both masters in the realm of great martial arts masters.
The secret agents of the West Factory who were responsible for driving were at least high-quality warriors.
On the other hand, these bandits all looked skinny and they looked like ordinary people. As long as they were warriors, they would not be in such a state of poverty.
"Well, if you are hungry, go and get charcoal fire and meat by yourselves. But let's make a stipulation. From now on, how about we not be bandits anymore?"
Yang Dong spoke calmly and pointed to the supplies carried on the carriage not far away.
Looking at the mountains of food, the eyes of this group of bandits turned green.
"Boss, why don't we rob them? There's so much food, it's enough for us to eat for a month!"
"Yes, my mother-in-law and baby haven't eaten for three days. Just give them a good meal..."
Listening to his men's words, the young man in charge did not immediately agree.
On the one hand, it was because he regarded himself as a bandit with a conscience, and on the other hand, it was because, listening to this voice, he always felt a little familiar... m.
The young man subconsciously looked up, and when he saw Yang Dong's familiar face, he froze on the spot.
Big tears slid down her cheeks and fell to the ground.
He suddenly rushed to Yang Dong, then knelt on the ground, hugged his thighs and cried loudly.
"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu Master! I've had such a hard time looking for you!!"
"You know, do you know how I got here these days??"
"This ghost place in Youzhou is so miserable! The first time I came here, I was hungry for nine meals in three days!"
Yang Dong was also startled when he heard this young man calling him master.
He looked down at the young man holding his thigh, and felt that this figure was somewhat familiar.
After pondering for a moment, he asked with some uncertainty:
"Yu Xiaoyu...is that you?"
Hearing Yang Dong call out his name, the filial son Yu Xiaoyu's cries became more and more heartbreaking.
That look of grief made me cry!
"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu "
As soon as these words came out, a thick black line appeared on Yang Dong's cheek.
Listen, is this human talk? What does it mean to be the only father left?
Although there is a saying that once you are a master, you will always be a father, but you can just call me master. Why do you call me dad?
Besides, I don’t want a son as old as you!
After complaining for a while, the expression on Yang Dong's face became a little strange.
After taking stock of Yu Xiaoyu's miserable condition, he asked:
"Tell me, you are so good, why was your father sent to Youzhou? Also, your father has always been responsible, how could he be so decisive to you?"
Hearing this, Yu Xiaoyu's cheeks were instantly filled with resentment. While sobbing, he spoke:
"My father, that old man, is always moody when the time comes! Master, you don't know something. A filial child like me is one of the best in the whole Zhou Dynasty."
"Master didn't know something. At first, I felt that the old man was lonely in the military camp, and my mother left early, so I specially ordered people to invite more than ten oirans back from the brothel. Moreover, they were all the mature ladies that the old man liked most. Sister style. And guess what?"
"Your father whipped you with a whip?"
Yang Dong asked curiously.
"Master is truly a god!"
Yu Xiaoyu was immediately shocked, flattered him and continued:
"I found out later that my dad likes mature people, but it's just on the surface. This old man actually likes plump people! Especially the ones with big breasts and fat buttocks, he simply loves them!"
Speaking of this, a look of sadness flashed across Yu Xiaoyu's cheeks.
"It's a pity that the old man locked me up in the military camp and didn't give me a chance to get out."
Hearing this, Yang Dong couldn't help but twitch the corners of his mouth. This is really okay for Xiaoyu.
Just hearing what he did made me feel my blood pressure rising, and I was even considering whether to expel this guy from the school.
But the next moment, Yang Dong realized the problem in Yu Xiaoyu's words.
"Wait a minute, since you were locked up in the military camp, why are you in Luozhou now?"
As soon as these words came out, the resentment on Yu Xiaoyu's face became even deeper.
"Master, you don't know something. My old man, my father, locked me in a military camp and restricted my freedom. But there is no way, he is my father after all, and I can't do anything treasonous!"
"So in order to relieve my boredom, I went to the warehouse, used my father's white paper to draw and practice calligraphy, and cultivate myself."
When Yang Dong heard this, a look of doubt flashed in his eyes.
Wait, something seems wrong about this. After Yu Xiaoyu was imprisoned in the military camp, wasn't it normal practice to practice calligraphy and painting?
Why did Commander Yu Zhong punish him like this and even say that he would be kicked out of his house?
No, it’s definitely not right! There is definitely something fishy here!
After gathering his thoughts, Yang Dong continued to ask:
"You just practice calligraphy and painting. Why does your father kick you out of the house?"
"Master, I'm confused too!"
Yu Xiaoyu scratched his head and put on a troubled expression. At this moment, Doulu Jing on the side couldn't help but interrupt and asked:
"May I ask this young gentleman, is it rice paper that you use for practicing calligraphy and painting?"
Yu Xiaoyu looked at Doulujing in surprise. Seeing that she seemed to have a special relationship with her master, she smiled slightly and said:
"Master's wife is really amazing. I did use rice paper. But the quality of the rice paper was not good and it was already yellowing, so..."
"If that's the case, I understand."
Doulujing nodded slightly, turned to Yang Dong and said:
"Mr. Yang, I would like your apprentice to practice calligraphy and painting on rice paper that his father has treasured for many years."
Hearing this, a trace of doubt flashed across Yang Dong's eyes.
"Is rice paper something that has been treasured for many years?"
Some people died, but not completely...
