"It's really delicious, thank you."
Xu Chuxiang drank the last drop of the fish soup without feeling satisfied, and then politely thanked the pockmarked boy.
"Sister Xu, the fish soup made by Brother Mazi is the best in the village except Grandpa Lame."
Under the strong recommendation of a girl from a mountain village with a name that made Xu Chuxiang laugh for a long time at first, Xu Chuxiang finally drank the fish soup specially sent by the pockmarked boy.
Originally she thought he was a young man, but Zhang Yadan just told her that Brother Mazi was actually not yet eighteen years old.
However, before drinking the fish soup, Uncle Han still cautiously asked him to take a sip first.
After taking a sip, this martial arts master who was usually as quiet and dull as a rock, but was always praised by his father for "nourishing Qi as deeply as Chu Xiang" actually raised his eyes in surprise and looked at the young man from the mountain village, and then waited. Thirty seconds later, Han Biao nodded towards Xu Chuxiang.
"Miss, no problem."
While he was talking, Han Biao scooped up another bowl of fish soup for himself, and his movements were a little anxious.
This really gave Xu Chuxiang some expectations.
So she took a bite too.
Unexpectedly, after taking a bite, she couldn't stop at all.
Zhang Yadan didn't lie to her, this fish soup was really delicious.
It tastes better than the one made by the famous Chu cuisine chef who paid a lot of money for the father of the family. It also tastes better than the sweet-scented osmanthus fish soup in Jinfulou, which is known as the best in Jingcheng. It can even be said to be the best that Xu Chuxiang has ever tasted in his life. Drink fish soup.
After finishing the drink, she thanked the pockmarked boy.
She still didn't like this boy's character, but she had to admit that his cooking skills were really good.
And while drinking soup, Zhang Yadan also told her something about the pockmarked boy. This pockmarked boy was an abandoned orphan who was raised by an old lame man in the village. He is still the most capable person in their village. , it’s not just about being good at cooking.
After hearing this, Xu Chuxiang felt a little sympathetic, but also understood a little bit about the pockmarked boy. Anyone with such a growth experience would always have a tendency to deliberately please the people around him, otherwise how could he live in the village.
While Zhang Yadan was introducing herself, Shu Guan stood quietly by the side, looking well-behaved and gentle.
After eating the fish soup, Zhang Yadan stood up and said goodbye to Xu Chuxiang. She couldn't wait to go home and discuss with her parents about whether this young lady from Jingcheng was willing to take her away from here.
"Brother Mazi, aren't you leaving yet?"
Seeing Shu Guan still standing there, Zhang Yadan couldn't help but ask.
"You go first, I'll wash the dishes."
Shuguan is already preparing to complete the dog-licking character design to the end.
He didn't bring his own bowls and chopsticks just now, because he thought Xu Chuxiang would definitely not be able to use them, so the middle-aged man who looked like a guard took out the soup bowls from the tent.
At this time, Shu Guan didn't wait for Xu Chuxiang to say anything, so he couldn't help but pick up the dishes on the ground and walked towards the stream.
Just don’t give you a chance to say no.
Girls are thin-skinned. If you have done a lot for her, you will be embarrassed to say no if you ask her again.
Shu Guan held the bowls and chopsticks in his hands and walked to a rocky beach dozens of meters away where the stream was gentle and suitable for squatting down and washing.
Perhaps because of the unpleasant commotion during the day, the tents of Xu Chuxiang and Han Biao were a little far away from the tents of the white people of the Holt Cult. At this time, Shu Guan chose the place in the middle of the two tents.
I saw that the old white man and another gentle young man seemed to have gone into the tent to rest. Only three strong white men were left, gathered around the campfire, each holding a wine bottle in their hands, drinking and chatting.
Are you drinking whiskey? I haven't had it for a long time... Shuguan glanced over there and was thinking wildly, full of longing for the life after leaving this valley.
When I go out, I have to drink beer, foreign wine, and red wine. I don’t know what nightclubs in this world are like and whether they are strictly controlled...
While thinking about all this, Shu Guan put down the bowls and chopsticks, and just as he squatted down, several whistles suddenly sounded behind him.
Shu Guan looked back and saw that Zhang Yadan was walking towards the village, and the three big white men, who seemed to be a little drunk, were staring at Zhang Yadan's slim back and whistling fiercely.
Shu Guan frowned slightly and then began to wash the dishes.
While washing the dishes, he began to think about whether he should ask Xu Chuxiang later and ask her if she wanted to hire a cook in the house. He not only knows how to cook fish soup, but also has many specialties. I guarantee that you have never tasted them before. Pass.
Not far away, the few strong white men were still drinking and chatting. They glanced at Shuguan and didn't pay attention. They were talking in Yinjili's language, so they were naturally not afraid of being heard by Shuguan.
How could a person living in a village in the primeval forest of Dahua country understand what they said.
"That woman just now was pretty good."
"I still prefer the women from our Western Continent. The women we played in Shanghai last time were called skinny horses. They had no breasts and butts, so I wasn't interested at all. However, the women in Dahua have better skin than us. Women in the Western Continent are much better.”
"Karl, you can't be interested, or you're out of control. I prefer Dahua women. Unlike our Yinjili women, who will scream when they get in bed. I prefer the shyness of Dahua women. Some feeling."
"So, Larson, is this why you've always liked rape?"
"Hehehe, yes, the pleasure of conquest makes me more intoxicated than the sex itself. And the woman just now is the most beautiful woman since I came to Dahua, except for that general's daughter. I am very beautiful now. Interested, so I’m ready to leave now.”
"Larson, what do you want to do?"
"Head, I haven't touched a woman for more than ten days. Little Larsen is very horny now, hahahaha."
"You'd better not cause trouble. Professor Holt is not a very talkative person. If you ruin his affairs this time, Larson, believe me, he will definitely make you go to hell."
"Boss, it's okay. No one here can resist us, unless they are not afraid of death. If there is someone who is not afraid of death, then he will have no choice but to die. If you kill a few savages in this place, Professor Holt won't blame me. Bar!"
The big white man named Larsen raised his head and drank the remaining whiskey in the bottle, then stood up unsteadily. It seemed that he was already very drunk.
In the distance, Zhang Yadan's figure had just walked past the grain drying field at the entrance of the village and walked into the village.
Larson laughed strangely, staggered and chased in that direction.
"Come back soon after finishing your work."
McGraw frowned and said something, but did not stop Larson from leaving.
Although he is the leader among the three, it is not the same as before when he was in the army. The relationship between the three is more of a cooperative relationship. When there is a battle, the other two obey McGraw's command, but in normal times he has no control over the other two. There is not much binding force on human behavior.
And Larson was right. If something happened, it wouldn't matter if he killed a few Chinese people, especially in such deep mountains.
Even if they really killed someone, the general's daughter couldn't do anything to them.
So McGraw and another companion, Carl, began to continue drinking.
"Boss, do you want to make a bet? Larsen will be back in half an hour at most. I'll bet you ten pounds."
"Fifteen minutes, twenty pounds."
The two of them were joking about their departing companion's abilities in certain aspects. They didn't notice that a dozen meters away from them, the young man in the mountain village with his back to them was trembling slightly.
Shu Guan squatted there.
Cold sweat was constantly flowing down his face, and his rapid breathing made the piece of cloth covering his face bulge. Without this piece of cloth, you could find that his face was extremely pale at this time.
Even the black pockmarks couldn't hide the paleness.
The two white men thought he couldn't understand their conversation, but of course Shu Guan understood, and because his hearing seemed to have become very good now, he understood every word in the conversation between the white men just now. Hear it clearly.
Now how to do……
what to do……
Shuguan used his toes to figure out what Larsen was doing when he left, but he had no way to stop him. No one in Taoyuan Village could stop Larsen from doing what he wanted to do!
Everyone in Taoyuan Village combined couldn't stop Larson from doing what he wanted to do!
Because they have guns.
If these white men had brought pistols or even rifles, Shu Guan would have chosen to go back to the village immediately and take Wang Dahu and the others to kill that bastard.
A few people will definitely die, but as long as they charge forward, they can chop the big white man into pieces.
It's a pity that the opponent is holding a submachine gun.
Shu Guan looked back just now and clearly saw that there were several magazines tied to the opponent's waist.
Moreover, Shu Guan now also knew what was in the wooden boxes that the three big white men moved from the helicopter in the morning, because it was those white people who ordered him, Wang Dahu and the others to move the wooden boxes to From the stream.
The wooden box contains all ammunition!
Even if he can find a way to kill the big white man who entered the village when he returns to the village now, the remaining two can kill their entire village!
So what to do now?
Shu Guan wanted to yell impatiently.
Now I impulsively go to save Yadan, but I am just looking for death. I can't help Yadan, I will only risk my own life.
But what should we do to stop that bastard and prevent Ya Dan from being humiliated?
...calm down...think again...
By the way, I can't stop it myself, and no one in Taoyuan Village can stop it, but there are still people who can stop it.
Shu Guan suddenly stood up, picked up the washed dishes and chopsticks, and strode towards Xu Chuxiang's tent.
... He cannot directly say that he heard the conversation of those white people, otherwise he would not be able to explain why he understood it. So what kind of reason should he find? …
As he walked towards Xu Chuxiang's tent, Shu Guan's mind was spinning rapidly.
