In front of Tao'anwen's blacksmith shop, the young man in red shouted.
"What, you, are you Fatty Wen's brother? Fatty Wen's brother is Xiaotian's father?"
Shui Han pointed at Wen Lie, the owner of Wen's Blacksmith Shop, and then moved his fingertips to Xiaotian with his eyes. His eyes widened, as if he couldn't believe the fact he just learned.
Xiaotian's full name is Wen Xiaotian, and his father, Wen Lie, the number one blacksmith in Tao'an and the owner of Wen's Blacksmith Shop, is actually the brother of Wen Zhong, the fat man!
It's not difficult to understand when you think about it, because Fatty Wen's name is Wen Zhong, and he is naturally the second eldest child. However, Shui Han never expected that Fatty Wen actually has relatives in Tao'an, and the son of a relative is his fellow disciple. , so wouldn’t he and Xiaotian be half brothers?
"Yes, it's just that he later became a disciple of Sword God Xiaoyi, and I inherited the family's blacksmithing skills, so we parted ways."
"What?"
Shui Han, who had just carefully observed Wen Lie's appearance and gradually believed that he was Wen Fatty's brother, was stunned again when he heard these words.
"I heard that Fatty is Xiaoyi's disciple?"
"Well, you've been with him for so many years and you don't even know about this?"
Shui Han suddenly had a feeling for no reason that Fatty Wen had hidden his identity as the Sword God's disciple for so many years, definitely to hide something.
Could it be that the thing you want to hide is yourself?
Such thoughts only appeared for a moment, and Shui Han came back to his senses in an instant. He just complained about Fatty Wen in his heart. He was obviously the disciple of the Sword God, but he didn't teach him any skills for so many years. It was really mean.
If he had started practicing since he was young, he would probably be very powerful by now.
"By the way, do you still want the trowel?"
Wen Lie's words brought Shui Han back to reality.
"Yes, of course."
He came here to build the wall that was broken by Zhongqiu. He came to buy a trowel for building the wall.
As for Xiaotian, who had volunteered to accompany him, he never thought that after coming to Wen's Blacksmith Shop for a chat, he would directly learn two pieces of news that would shock Shui Han's jaw.
Come to think of it, there are really many people who hide their secrets around me.
Shui Han sighed secretly.
…
Shui Han was walking contentedly on the street with a trowel in hand, but he heard a dozen people sitting in front of him discussing.
"I heard that the three members of Old Man Liu's family were killed by that evil organization when the villagers were collectively poisoned last time. They died in a small dark room outside Taoyuan."
"I heard that there was a fire in the dark room later, and the whole thing was burned..."
"Yes, it's a pity that their little granddaughter is only a little older, so..."
"Well, I heard that Old Man Liu's hometown was Liujiazhuang outside Jicheng in the Yan State. He came to Taoyuan to avoid the war. His son and daughter-in-law all died at the hands of the soldiers, so he left behind such a granddaughter. Alas... …”
"Then Lao Liu's biggest hope in this life is to take a look at his hometown. He was already ready to leave, but at this moment, something like this happened. What a damn bitch, how could he do it?"
This sounded like trivial household talk that ordinary women would talk about when it came to Shui Han's ears, but it was extremely heavy. It turned out that there were three corpses in the dark room that he had set on fire that day to report the news.
"Fellow fellows, may I ask where the bodies of Old Man Liu and his family are now?"
The young man in red stood beside the crowd and bowed respectfully.
The fellow villagers didn't know this young man, but just seeing his sincere eyes, they couldn't help but feel a sense of intimacy from the bottom of their hearts.
"Why, young man, do you have an old relationship with that old man Liu?"
"Not really. I just heard from fellow villagers that Old Man Liu's hometown is Liujiazhuang outside Jicheng in Yan State. I am going to Jicheng in a few days. I thought I could let his family bury their bones in their hometown."
"Oh, haha, the young man looks careless, but he has a good heart. As for the corpses of Old Man Liu's family, according to Taoyuan rules, the corpses of such accidental deaths are under the control of Mr. Murong Xue of Li Zong. Thinking about it now, they should It must be in Li Zong."
The boy in red bowed again, then strode away with his head held high and his chest high.
…
Li Zong.
Bluestone floor, simple hook railings.
"Hey, you rare visitor, why are you here to see Richu?"
Shui Han avoided Murong Xue's gossipy eyes, leaned over and said:
"No, I'm looking for three corpses."
"Oh? From Old Man Liu's family?"
"yes."
Murong Xue was now more interested in the young man in front of her.
"Do you want them to start a club?"
"Take them back to their hometown and bury them in their graves."
"This matter has nothing to do with you."
"Indeed, I do it just because I want to do it. I think it can make me feel comfortable."
Murong Xue was stunned for a moment after hearing this.
I do it just because I want to do it. What a stupid thing to say. In this troubled world, there is no such thing as randomness. It's all driven by interests.
However, I haven’t heard such stupid words in a long time.
Murong Xue looked at Shui Han, and she felt that the young man in front of her seemed a little different from before. His eyes were no longer so innocent, but instead had some indescribable melancholy, as if he was thinking about it from the bottom of his heart. Sad about something.
But after going out for a trip, this kid has grown up a lot.
Shui Han finally left Li Zong with a jar containing the ashes of Old Man Liu's family.
"Don't take it too seriously. This is how troubled times are."
This was the last thing Murong Xue said to him. In fact, there was no need to say this. Shui Han knew in his heart that he had seen many dead people since he was a child, and he would see more in the future.
He didn't feel very sad, but he wanted to do such a thing now, to help this extinct family fulfill their last hope in life, and then spend the rest of his life to continue to practice, at least to Let this happen less often.
There are already enough families and enough surnames that have been buried forever in the strife of this troubled world, and history will not even leave their shadows. There are really enough such things.
Shui Han recalled the time he spent in Zuixian Tower. A group of Wei refugees once stopped by the Yishui River. They wanted to cross the river to beg for food, but the eunuch ordered them to be shot with random arrows. That day, The water of Yishui River is red.
Shui Han didn't understand why this happened. An old man explained that more than ten years ago, a group of refugees also entered our Yan territory. The prefect at that time was kind-hearted and let them into the city. Unexpectedly, the refugees turned out to be spies of the enemy country. ,
After they entered the city, they burned, killed and looted without mercy. There were countless casualties among the people in the city. Rivers of blood flowed on the streets. The enemy troops outside the city waited for the opportunity to attack. In just one night, the entire city turned from a peaceful place for the people to a hell on earth. The heinous crimes are too numerous to describe.
After two years of bloody battles and numerous casualties, the city was finally recovered.
After learning that lesson, every prefect who saw a refugee would shoot him to death with random arrows.
This is also to protect the safety of the people of Yan State.
Shui Han was stunned and speechless. He couldn't find any reason to refute some things, but he couldn't accept them calmly in his heart. Why did the world become like this?
It was obviously a fight between two countries, but unrelated people died. It was obviously a fight between two factions, but an unrelated family died.
Looking up at the sky, it seems that the clouds in the sky are much heavier.
Under the heavy clouds, Shui Han held a trowel in his hand and mechanically stacked bricks.
The boy builds a wall, and what is built is both a stone wall and a wall of heart.
