"Brother, your hoe is so powerful." Bai Zhaomei said excitedly.
If his eldest brother hadn't beaten the tiger half to death first, he wouldn't have been able to lift it up, so the biggest credit for killing the tiger belongs to his eldest brother.
Bai Dazhuang is still confused.
No, he raised the hoe, but it didn't even touch the tiger's neck. The tiger hit him automatically.
Did the tiger commit suicide on his own initiative?
"I...didn't kill the tiger..." Bai Dazhuangmu said blankly.
"Why are you so modest, Brother Bai? The tiger was killed by you two Bai brothers." Wu Xiaoying pointed at the dying tiger on the ground.
Before going up the mountain, the young master also said that the credit for killing the tiger must be given to the Bai family. Without him and Xie Xiaolian taking action, the tiger was killed by the Bai family and his son.
Not all at once.
The father was frightened, and the son went to save the father. Their family affection gave them unprecedented courage, and they worked together to kill the tiger.
Although it is a bit fantasy to say it, the reality is that it happened.
Tsk tsk.
"Dazhuang, are you scared to death, afraid that the tiger will come back to take revenge?" Xia Qingpi boldly kicked the tiger's tail and echoed Wu Xiaoying.
People around him nodded sharply.
Everyone saw clearly that the boss of the Bai family held a hoe in both hands and faced the tiger head-on.
That grace and bravery are unparalleled.
"The tiger is dead, dead..." Bai Dazhuang wiped the snot and tears from his face as if in a dream, and faced the fact that the tiger was knocked unconscious by his hoe.
Sitting on the ground on a white wooden board, it seemed as if he had escaped from death.
I couldn't believe that I could actually escape. Not only did I escape, but the tiger was also killed by the two sons in a mixed doubles attack.
He wanted to laugh, but his face was frozen and he couldn't.
It looked like the tiger was completely dead, but it still couldn't move its neck and couldn't stand up with its legs and feet.
Good guy, that bloody mouth and the roar of the tiger with its fishy smell completely left a shadow in my heart.
"Xiao Ying, please pull my uncle, his legs are numb and he can't stand up." Bai Banban looked at the confused eldest son and called Wu Xiaoying with a trembling voice to help him.
"Uncle Bai, slow down." Wu Xiaoying came to the white board and wanted to pull it up.
The white wooden board just used the force to stand up, and suddenly fell down again.
There was nothing I could do, the shadow cast by the tiger was too great, and my legs and feet felt weak as soon as my butt lifted off the ground.
"Uncle Bai, why are you sitting down again? Please stretch your legs." Wu Xiaoying pulled him again.
The white wooden board stiffened and said in a trembling voice: "Xiaoying, uncle wants to do it too...but these legs and feet are not obedient."
It was like falling into a nightmare, my mind was awake but my body couldn't move.
The white board grabbed Wu Xiaoying's arm and lifted it hard, but couldn't lift it.
Wu Xiaoying bared his teeth and his arm, which was swollen from You Qingya's pinch, started to hurt again when he was scratched by the white wooden board.
"Uncle Bai, please slow down, close your eyes and take a breath, look straight and exhale, it'll be fine." You Qingya walked around the tiger and came to eat the white wooden board with Wu Xiaoying.
This method was the same one Wu Xiaoying taught her just now when the tiger charged and she was so frightened that she froze up.
She thought it worked and taught it to Shirobanban without changing it.
Breathe out, breathe out, breathe out...
Wu Xiaoying and You Qingya worked together to finally put up the white wooden board.
Village chief Zhao Defu lay down in the grass, and through the gaps between the grass leaves, he repeatedly confirmed that the tiger was completely dead, and then emerged from the grass tremblingly.
He straightened his collar. No matter how panicked he was before, he still had to maintain his appearance as the mayor of Shenshu Village.
When he came to the tiger, smelled the strong smell of blood, and looked into the tiger's dead eyes, the charm of the village leader Zhao Defu was shattered in a second. With tears in his eyes, he patted Bai Dazhuang's shoulder with one hand and said loudly: "Big nephew! My great nephew! From now on, you will no longer be Bai Dazhuang, a farmer, but Bai Dazhuang, the tiger fighting hero of Shenshu Village." "
Bai Dazhuang: "..."
I thought you were going to change my name.
After praising Bai Dazhuang, he held Bai Zhaomei's neck with one hand and said: "The fifth child of the Bai family, you are better than your elder brother. Your strength is unparalleled."
Bai Zhaomei looked confused and said she didn't understand.
After Zhao Defu finished praising the Bai family's son, in order to show that he treated everyone equally, he turned to praise the white wooden board.
Holding the hand holding the small white board with trembling hands, the old man burst into tears and choked up: "Brother Bai, what the father and son soldiers said about fighting the tiger is right. Brother Bai, you are risking your life to lure the tiger with your own body, and the two nephews fight with you." Cooperate, one chops with a hoe, the other lifts and throws it, it’s high, it’s really high.”
Bai family father and son: "..."
After all, he can be the village chief. After he wrapped things up, the image of a fearless, glorious and brave tiger-fighting father and son came out.
The village chief paused, waved to everyone and said, "The Bai family father and son are the tiger-fighting heroes of our Shenshu Village..."
"Yes! The old Bai man is a tiger-fighting hero!"
"Tiger Fighting Hero!"
"Tiger Fighting Hero!"
"The Bai family men are awesome!"
…
The crowd followed the village chief's gesture and burst into cheers.
Some young laborers and young men who were good friends with Bai Dazhuang gathered around excitedly, lifted the father and son of the Bai family in turns, and then threw them up.
The father and son on the white wooden board looked at the sky in the hands of everyone, with expressions of confusion on their faces. It wasn't until they fell that they felt a sense of reality.
The body can move, the neck can be raised, the legs and feet can be stretched, and the whole body is relaxed from head to toe...
After firmly stepping on the ground, Bai Zhaomei was so proud that she clenched her fists and thought about how to brag to her friends in the village.
Bai Dazhuang and his biological father looked at each other, feeling guilty under the enthusiastic adoration of the people in Shenshu Village.
Others didn't know what was going on, but the father and son knew clearly that the tiger was killed by Bai Dazhuang rather than by Bai Dazhuang.
But what the heck.
After all, the tiger is dead and the harm has been eliminated for the people.
Luck is also a part of strength. Why doesn't the tiger hit someone else's hoe, but it bites the white board and hits Bai Dazhuang's hoe?
Ha, the credit for hunting the tiger belongs to the Lao Bai family.
That one hundred taels of silver...
Bai Dazhuang and Bai Banban, father and son, have a clear understanding of each other, and their eyes shine when they look at each other.
"The village chief has given the prize, and everyone has given the prize. It was the village chief who organized it well, and the strength of all of us, the three of us, father and son, can kill the tiger..."
The white wooden board laughed a few times, modestly.
There was a look of pride on his face that couldn't be concealed.
Bai Dazhuang followed the good deeds: "Yes, even, we father and son have not done anything extraordinary."
"Uncle Bai, don't be humble! The tiger is jumping straight at you. I would have been scared to death."
"That's right! Bai Dazhuang is the most powerful. He split a tiger with a hoe."
"Uncle Bai, this credit belongs to your Bai family. Didn't you see that the village chief was so frightened that he got into the grass, and the others were so frightened that they wet their pants..."
Xia Qingpi said with a smile.
As soon as he said these words, the village chief's face turned as dark as the bottom of a pot, and the other people in Shenshu Village were a little embarrassed.
Several people's pants were wet.
"You Mazi's pants are the wettest." Someone pointed at the wet patch on Yu Mazi's butt and laughed.
"It's not just me, you peed too..." You Mazi pulled the village chief's son beside him and took off his pants.
"Go away, who peed? I was sweating..."
"I was urinating, but the tiger came and I didn't have time to finish peeing..."
The men in Shenshu Village joked with each other and it was a lively scene.
Village Chief Zhao Defu saw the joyous scene and nodded, feeling proud in his heart.
The credit for killing the tiger belongs to Shenshu Village. More importantly, none of the men in Shenshu Village was injured.
"Ohh Ohh ohh……"
Different from the happy painting style of Shenshu Village, there are people crying in Xiashan Village.
