He squinted his eyes and thought for a while, then continued:
"But then I thought about it, saying that your second uncle is a bandit is just a lie. When Lao Tou was alive, he mentioned this to me. When he found you two in Xuewozi, your second uncle hid you in an empty tree stump. Inside, I covered you tightly with my back, lest you be picked up by wild cats and wolves in the forest, and tied the swaddling clothes to the waistband of my trousers."
"Bandits, you definitely can't do this. Besides, there are no bandits who step on the stage and take care of their children. The slightest movement will expose their secrets."
"and after?"
Yue Guanchao had never heard his second uncle say this at all. He couldn't wait to know what happened next and quickly refilled his glass.
The old patriarch took a sip of wine, cleared his throat, and tried to recall the past events of his youth:
"Later, your second uncle woke up, and we found out his details and found out that he was a refugee who had escaped from the customs. He originally came out with your parents to make a living. Unexpectedly, he met a gangster halfway, and everything fell into the hands of everyone. The family was on the run, and no one had much money on them. The gangsters were not allowed to pass. It was your father and mother who dragged the bandits away, so they allowed your second uncle to take you to escape. The injuries on his body were caused by him walking too fast and not paying attention, and he rolled down the mountain. He fell down!"
"Your second uncle also said he wanted to stay when he woke up, but at that time we were also afraid of causing trouble, so we didn't continue. The snowy weather in the Northeast can freeze someone to death. If we really drove him away, wouldn't we be committing murder? Later I looked at He is an upright person and can handle everything he does properly. He is an honest man. As soon as we figured it out, he personally became your second uncle's guarantor and recognized him as a brother. He entered the Yue family tree."
"Don't mention it. Apart from his stubborn temper and being like a shriveled eggplant when he doesn't speak, your second uncle doesn't have any bad habits. If he hadn't led the village warriors to fight the pigtails, Yingpanling would have given way long ago. The brat is the cause of trouble."
Yue Guanchao secretly complained that the second uncle, the bandit leader, was quite good at pretending and had deceived everyone in the village. It would not be a bad idea to have a drink with the old patriarch today. At least he could understand the previous situation of his second uncle.
"I asked, why did you ask about this matter today?"
The matter was too dangerous to involve other people in the village. Yue Guanchao smiled and said perfunctorily: "What else can there be? I don't know when Erpao's illness will be cured. I ask you these things because I want to have a message with him." Let’s chat and stop getting sick from boredom.”
"Okay, I know what I should ask. You can rest here!"
Yue Guanchao left the patriarch's house, jumped on the wall at night, and got into his east wing room through the back window. Seeing that the candles in every room were out, he took off his shoes and went to sleep on the kang.
The cool night breeze blew, and the crickets chirped.
Yue Guanchao crossed his legs and held a straw in his mouth. He tossed and turned and couldn't fall asleep.
Now, there are only two ways before him and his second uncle!
The first way is to follow the old calligrapher's instructions, enter the Witch Coffin Town, bring back the treasure, and let the Gray Fairy treat Er Pao. Everyone is happy.
The second way is to refuse to go to Wu Coffin Town, then his brother's life may not be saved.
Although the second uncle said that he would find other ways, he knew that there was a limit to what Granny Ma could do. If there was a way, she would not say that someone must untie the bells and tie the bells. Yue Erpao was his second uncle's only solution. My child, it’s really because Yintuo Village is gone. With the second uncle’s stubborn temper, he will never give up until Yintuo Village is wiped out.
Compared with the first way, the latter way can be said to be a lose-lose situation for both sides. Anyone with a discerning eye knows which choice to make, but the second uncle hesitates again and again!
Yue Guanchao thought to himself, apart from not wanting to deal with bandits anymore, his second uncle's biggest fear was the evil things in Wu Coffin Town, which could make hundreds of thousands of people sneak in. What a terrifying god it would be.
It seemed that he had to go to Wu Coffin Town, but before he went, he had to find out where Wu Coffin Town was.
Yue Guanchao thought clearly about what to do next, and as his thoughts gradually became clearer, he lit the oil lamp, pulled out a few pieces of straw paper and spread them on the Kang table, then picked up a brush and scribbled out the handwriting.
Early the next morning, cicadas were chirping and yellow dogs were barking around the woodshed.
Yue Qingshan walked into the yard wearing a coat. When he saw that the door of Yue Guanchao's room was open, he thought his home had been robbed, so he quickly ran in with a shotgun.
The house was neatly tidied, and even the mattresses were folded. The old man knew that no thief had visited his home, and he immediately breathed a sigh of relief.
He walked to the Kang table and saw the letter pressed under the inkstone at a glance.
Opening the papyrus, the crooked calligraphy is barely legible. Who else could it be besides that bastard?
Second uncle, I went to the provincial capital to find Fengjian. I thought he had read more than me and was more open-minded. Maybe he could find a way. I will definitely go to Wu Coffin Town. You can take good care of the second artillery at home and wait for my good news. , Also, I rode the horse away from a poor family to a rich family, and also took away some things from the stove!
"not good!"
When Yue Qingshan read the last sentence, a smile froze on his face. He hurriedly ran into the stove and opened the painting of Zao Lord.
In the brick niche box, Yuan Datou, who was rolled up in red paper, had half of the roll broken off.
"Hiss, my Yuan Datou!"
Yue Qingshan covered his heart, feeling terribly distressed. He sat by the stove and smoked a pipe, his eyes slightly red: "You little boy, you still know how to leave half a roll for me. Even if you still have some conscience, it's not in vain for my second uncle to love you." One game.”
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