Meng Bei had already planned to hand him over to his son first, and then hand him over to his daughter when she grew older. Now he couldn't care less about the ancestral precepts of passing on sons rather than daughters, so that they could have peace in this troubled world. The power of self-preservation.
While Meng Bei was still slumped on the ground sighing, Meng Fei and Meng Lingling in the cave began to become anxious.
It stands to reason that with their father's strength, it should be very simple to go out and find some firewood, but after being out for so long and their father has not come back yet, they are all worried that something happened.
Meng Fei is not worried about his father encountering wild beasts, because as far as his father's skills are concerned, encountering wild beasts is just an added bonus. What he is afraid of is that the Sihai Gang in the city will catch up with his father again and lose to his four legs with his fists. They use many people to bully the few and use conspiracy tactics.
After waiting for half a stick of incense, Meng Fei decided not to wait any longer.
"Lingling, you wait here, I'll go out to find my father. If I don't come back in half an hour, or if anything goes wrong, run away!"
Hearing this, Meng Lingling also stood up and said anxiously.
"Brother, I want to go too!"
Faced with the request of his well-behaved sister, Meng Fei couldn't bear to refuse, but he also knew that this was no ordinary play, this was a matter of life and death.
"Be good, be obedient, it's getting dark soon, just stay here and wait for me and father to come back!"
Obviously Meng Lingling didn't want to stay here. She was also very anxious and wanted to go find her father with her brother. She pulled Meng Fei's sleeve, blinked and looked at Meng Fei pitifully.
"elder brother!"
Faced with his sister's repeated requests, Meng Fei became heartbroken, his tone became much more serious, and he said with a little scolding:
"You just stay here, you follow me, and I have to distract myself from taking care of you. Are you here to help, or are you trying to hold me back?
If you also want your father to come back safely, just stay here and wait for us to come back. "
Her brother had already said this. Meng Lingling knew that she could only wait here. She also knew that this was her brother's kindness, but she still couldn't help but shed tears. She was afraid that her brother would not be relieved after seeing it, so she just Neng lowered her head secretly, fearing that her brother would see her.
His sister was standing right in front of him. Of course Meng Fei saw it, but he knew that now was not the time to feel distressed.
If Meng Lingling went out to search with him, it might be more advantageous to have more people.
But Meng Fei also has selfish motives, because if his father is really in danger, he will definitely save his father, and he may very well lose his life there.
But my sister is still so young and she is innocent. She still has a chance to survive if she stays here. If someone really wants to die, he can just go.
After settling his sister, Meng Fei picked up a wooden stick and went out alone to find his father.
It was getting late, and there were rugged rocks on the road, and branches and shrubs that had dried and turned yellow due to the sun were very sharp, painful and itchy when scratched on the body.
These are small problems, but bigger troubles. Meng Fei didn't dare to light a fire, nor did he dare to call his father's name loudly. He could only carefully search for it in the forest alone.
Because Meng Fei didn't know whether it was the gangs in the city who came to his door. If he shouted loudly, he might cause even greater trouble.
Moreover, there are wild beasts in the mountains and forests at night. Meng Fei has only practiced some basic skills with his father, and has not yet practiced the secret techniques passed down by his family.
Meng Fei is still confident that there are usually one or two jackals, but if he encounters a more ferocious beast, he can only become dinner delivered to his door.
Fortunately, Meng Bei also knew that he had been delayed outside for such a long time. After he recovered a little strength, he hurried back step by step with a wooden stick.
He didn't know whether it was the blood connection between father and son, or just good luck. Meng Fei, holding a wooden stick, carefully searched for his father in the jungle, and then he heard a rustling sound in the distance.
Meng Fei didn't know who it was and didn't dare to show his head easily. He carefully lay on the ground until the familiar face came into his eyes, and he finally breathed a sigh of relief.
At this time, all his strength seemed to be gone. Meng Fei wanted to get up and go to greet his father, but he couldn't. His whole body was weak, and his eyelids could not stop the tears in his eyes for some reason, and drops flowed out from the corners of his eyes.
Gradually, he let out a slight sob. When facing the vicious Sihai Gang, he dared to stand up to protect his sister, but now he shed tears.
When a man sheds tears, he doesn't shed them lightly, but they are not sad yet.
If something unexpected happened to his father, Meng Fei couldn't even imagine what the future would be like. How would he lead his sister to live in this troubled world? If he died too, how would his sister survive?
All the pressure was on Meng Fei's shoulders. Fortunately, his father was back, and the pillar of support was back. He was immediately discouraged, his emotions got up, and he couldn't stop crying.
When Meng Bei was rushing back with his crutches, he just emerged from behind a tree and heard a small sound. It didn't look like wind blowing through the leaves, but more like a human voice.
Meng Bei, who had just experienced a fierce battle, immediately cheered up and hid his traces, holding the wooden stick tightly in his hand. It was like he had just stepped out of the tiger's mouth and into the wolf's den.
Holding this withered wooden stick in his hand, Meng Bei couldn't help but feel a little regretful. If he had known that he should have paid more bribes to the guards and brought in the ancestral spear, he wouldn't have taken a wooden stick now and fought with him. Enemies from all walks of life are fighting.
Whether or not there is a weapon in hand has a great impact on a master of weapon use. Meng Bei is proud that if he takes the ancestral spear, even if he is not Zhao Lei's opponent, he will not lose so completely.
As for the wooden stick in Meng Bei's hand, it was very weak in terms of feel and all aspects.
Meng Bei thought that he had to go back as soon as possible to get back the spear hidden outside the city.
The world is becoming more and more turbulent now. He has traveled all over the country for so many years and visited many places in Zhao State.
From Meng Bei's point of view, except for a few road houses in the core of Zhao's capital, the people can still have enough to eat.
The further you go out, the more chaotic it becomes, especially in the border areas, where there are chaos and disaster victims everywhere. Bones pave the road, corpses are everywhere, and there are not a few people who rebel.
If it weren't for his ancestors, Meng Bei would have stayed near the capital and lived a more stable and peaceful life.
However, Zhao State's control around the capital was too strict, and Meng Bei did not dare to take risks with his children. After all, his ancestors had done many great things in the past and caused great losses to Zhao State.
Meng Bei was not sure whether Zhao State had special means to find them, so every time he passed by those core areas, he only passed by in a hurry and did not dare to stay there for a long time. He could only wander around these peripheral areas all day long.
