Zhou Youran was like a lioness, lowering her head and baring her teeth at the person in front of her.
Zhou Dagu blocked her.
"Everyone, I'm a man and I won't hide behind my girl!"
"I don't care what the title is, I'm here this time..."
A middle-aged woman with a dark complexion walked out of the crowd: "I don't care what you are doing here, we don't welcome you in Lingjia Village, please leave!"
Zhou Dagu took a deep breath and looked at the last car in the carriage team: "Zhang San! Tell them what to do when I speak!"
Zhang San rushed out from the end of the crowd like a mad dog: "Let me see what's going on!"
"Who! Who doesn't let me, Brother Gu, talk!"
The knife fell from his hand, and the newly grown branches on the tree fell: "Listen carefully, my brother Gu is a good person, but I am not. You all know what I do! If you don't shut up, you will end up like this branch. !”
The police officer behind him was obviously unhappy, but Zhou Dagu probably didn't show it.
Zhou Dagu smiled and said, "Auntie, can you hear me out this time?"
The crowd was silent, no one dared to speak.
Zhou Dagu doesn't want to use this method, but when dealing with people at the lower level, you have to use the same method as the lowest-level police officers. Your smile will not bring their smile.
It was Mr. Zhao who killed one hundred and nine people, not him.
He was the one who brought food, pensions, and letters from home!
Good people should not be robbed and pointed at! He doesn't want to be robbed and pointed at!
"Let me tell you a few things. First, the court has certified that your relatives died in battle and were not deserters!"
As soon as these words came out, the faces of the people standing at the entrance of the village were somewhat moved.
Cai County is a military household county.
The young men of Lingjia Village were treated as deserters in these days.
Those who are still alive may not have an easy life.
Others kept running towards the entrance of the village.
Zhou Dagu didn't stop, looked at the person in front of him and said, "The imperial court has issued a decree. This is the pension allocated by the county government, which is twelve taels of silver per person!"
Many people had some joy on their faces. In troubled times, human life is the lowest value.
Zhou Dagu thought of the party at Piaoxianglou in the city. That time, he was afraid that more than one life would be lost.
For a rich kid, a simple meal can be enough to live on for a family of three in the village for five years.
"In addition to the three members of Taoyuan, Zhao, Li, and Zhang, they also volunteered to send two thousand taels of grain to be distributed to the uncles and brothers who died on the battlefield!"
The smile on people's faces becomes even brighter when they hear about the food!
In famine years, food is as precious as silver.
The aunt who was squatting on the ground raised her head, her white eyes showing the light of hope.
"Mr. Zhou, it's all my fault. It's our fault! You are a good person. Thank you for giving us food and money!"
"Logically speaking, we should be satisfied, but I want to ask you something shamelessly. I heard that you have a family letter. My son's name is Ling Feng. Is there anything he wants to say to me in it? "
People who originally focused on food and silver all looked at Zhou Dagu.
Looking into countless pairs of expectant eyes, Zhou Dagu suddenly understood a sentence in the poem he had written.
The war rages on for three months, and a letter from home is worth ten thousand gold.
Sure enough, I was just copying the poet. If I want to fully understand the meaning of the poem, I still need some experience.
Zhou Dagu took out the blue-covered book from his arms. It was indeed a book.
There is a line of words written on the blue cover, Marching to be recorded.
This was originally a blank book that Baichang 'picked up' from the supervisor. After Zhou Wu saw it, he asked for it and gave it back to Zhou Dagu, asking him to practice calligraphy and learn from others to write poems.
By a strange combination of circumstances, it became a family letter.
Zhou Dagu looked through letters from home.
The sound of leaves and the sound of books being turned were combined, and the only sound of breathing in the wind at the crowded village entrance added to the tension.
Zhou Dagu raised his head: "Lingfeng, the wind of the wind!"
"Yes! Yes! It's the wind, the whistling wind." The old lady was very happy: "He is my youngest son. When he was born, his father went there. It rained heavily that day and the wind was so strong, so his elder brother gave him Name him Ling Feng!"
"His eldest brother and second brother also left two years ago. I originally didn't want him to go to Liangjie Mountain, but the family is too poor and the grandson wants to get a wife!"
"Liangjieshan gave me a lot of money this year, so he went up there to have a try. Who knows, this time he went there and the yin and yang were separated!"
"Wind! My cub! This is my meat! A piece of flesh from my mother's body! How can I live without you! My cub!"
The old lady sat on the ground with her chest hammered. Three of her sons had died. Her eyes were already white from crying!
"Mom!" A talented voice burst into her heart. The old lady raised her head and looked at Zhou Dagu. In a daze, she seemed to see a familiar shadow.
"Mother! My son killed two demons and barbarians on this trip! Master Baihu, please give me the credit. I can get at least ten taels of silver when I go home this time. When I go home, I can marry your grandson a wife." The money is there!”
"Xiaocao, take good care of your grandma. We also know that this letter may not be delivered. Maybe we will go home by then!"
"If you don't obey me, I'll beat you!"
In the crowd, suddenly a child sat on the ground and cried loudly.
The words accompanied by the spring breeze pierce the ears, which is a hundred times more painful than a slap on the butt.
"Mom, let's go back right away. When we get home, I'll work hard on the ground and won't come out!"
Zhou Dagu raised his head and looked at the crying old lady on the ground. In his eyes, a black shadow left his body and came to the old lady's side.
He thought of this man, this bearded man who always liked to laugh and hold a piece of grass in his mouth.
It turns out that his child's name is Cao.
The crowd surged forward, and Xu Dian stood in front of Zhou Dagu.
Zhou Dagu waved his hand, looked at the crowd, lowered his head and turned the page: "The next one is Ling Sanhuan, whose family is this!"
"My family is owned by me!"
"Chun! I don't have anything to say, but they all stayed, so I also want to say... I miss you!"
"No more?" The woman raised her head.
"No more!" The young man with two lines of tears beside Zhou Dagu walked to the woman.
"Tell me about my family, Mr. Zhou. The man in my family is called..."
The crowd was crowded and the weeping was overwhelming. Zhou Dagu read each letter from home. After reading each letter, his body became lighter, just like the Meridian Gate of Zifu Confucian Temple.
It was about evening.
Zhou Dagu just led people out of Lingjia Village. The pages of the originally thick family letter in his hand became thinner at this moment.
Only the last page was written with poems about Zhenguo. The previous family letters were not important to Zhou Dagu. It would be good to leave them as a thought.
When the convoy left Lingjia Village and passed the three-way intersection, the police suddenly came up to them: "Ms. Zhou, don't dare to scare people again this time. If you can't convince us, we will tell you!"
"You are doing good things and you are a good person. If people find out about what happened here, they will talk about you. There is no need to taint your reputation!"
Zhou Dagu shook his head: "Nothing, I don't care about the literary name in other people's mouths, I only care about the literary name in my heart!"
"Hahaha! What a crazy scholar!" A Taoist priest suddenly appeared, as if falling from the sky, without any foreshadowing.
Zhou Dagu looked at the Taoist priest and put away the manuscript of the Zhenguo poem in his hand.
