Then Feng Ying, who had listened to Zhao Daliu's instructions, nodded, quickly held the torch, and then quickly chased after the three middle-aged men who were carrying Zhao Qingtian for a long distance.

Afterwards, the meeting on who was going to take the lead continued.

The three middle-aged men carried Zhao Qingtian to the north of the Youming Village, and stopped in front of the courtyard of three wooden houses near a bamboo forest.

These three wooden houses are the most exquisitely built houses in the famous village. The windows are windows and the doors are doors.

It is much better than the crooked stone houses of the villagers who settled in the south of the village.

Zhao Qingtian, who was a few steps late, walked quickly to the wooden house courtyard with a smile on his face, then inserted the torch in his hand into a thick pillar standing on the ground, and quickly pushed open the fence gate.

"Hey, his uncles enter the yard. It's really a problem for him. He has to make you go there for so long..."

Zhao Qingtian's mother followed the three middle-aged men and led the way, constantly saying polite words.

The three middle-aged men only shook their heads and laughed happily, and kept jumping out the five words "No sister-in-law" from their mouths.

Zhao Qingtian's mother creaked and pushed open the door of the main house.

Then he quickly pressed against the door and turned his body to the side to shout the three middle-aged men who shouted in a hoarse voice, exhausted, and weak Zhao Qingtian, then put it on the wooden bed in Xili's room.

"God uncles, let's leave after drinking the water!"

Zhao Qingtian's mother held a kettle in her hand and said politely to the three middle-aged men who had just put Zhao Qingtian down, and then pushed each other and walked out of the house.

"No, no, sister-in-law, aren't you still in a hurry to discuss that bad thing? We have to go back soon. Yehei has a wolf, so sister-in-law will quickly insert the door and rest!"

One of the middle-aged men responded politely, and then the three of them walked out of the house together.

"Okay, then his uncles should be slow. By the way, lift the torch beside the courtyard gate. Youliang can walk." Zhao Qingtian said, standing at the door of the house.

"Okay, sister-in-law, then you can go in. We just need to bring the door to you."

One of the middle-aged men responded and walked out of the yard with the other two, then brought the fence door, raised the torch, and the three of them quickly poked back to the future.

Zhao Qingtian, who was standing at the door of the house, saw the flames walking away, then let out a long breath, then turned around and entered the house, put the kettle in his hand aside, and then closed the door with a clatter.

Zhao Qingtian's mother tilted her head and glanced at her. She fell on the wooden bed and had a limp limb. Zhao Qingtian, who looked wooden, breathed comfortably and said with a slight joy:

"You kid, you are just doing these hard things. You stopped you at home and didn't let you go. You just didn't listen. You had to go around such a round of mountain roads to calm down. But really, why did I give birth to such a disobedient child? It's all nonsense. Okay, just stay in the house honestly..."

Zhao Qingtian's mother muttered one by one, while using a small wooden stick to carry the wick that was jumping violently with a fierce halo, until the wick appeared again from the oil pot, causing the room to shine brightly again.

Zhao Qingtian stared at the head of the wooden bed with a dull look, and a wooden sword that he had cut with a kitchen knife. Then he sighed and said in a low voice:

"Can my hero Zhao Qingtian have to live alone in this small house that oppresses me, and there is no day to stand out?"

While Zhao Qingtian was muttering to himself, in the straw buns not far from the courtyard corresponding to his room, the pair of eyes that had just been hiding in the dark in the middle of the village appeared here again.

The gaze radiated from the eyes, in this dizzy night, looked at him through the wooden window of Zhao Qingtian's room, as if looking for some opportunity.

The dark waning moon crawled out of the dark clouds.

The scattered moonlight fell lazily and weakly around the three small wooden houses.

The green mist in the mountains then emerged faintly, covering it and attached to it.

It seems that every place in this famous village is filled with sadness and sorrow, and a sensation that is indescribable.

At night, all the famous villages are silent.

The fence door of Zhao Qingtian's yard was pushed open by Zhao Daliu's big hand. He heard a very low creak, then closed it softly, and then tiptoed towards the house.

Zhao Da looked at the house at Liuyi and saw a few beams of light coming out of the gap in the door, lying steadily on the ground of the courtyard wet with dew.

He walked to the door of the house with his hands, held up the shovel that was knocked down by a wild cat with his hands, then threw the torch in his hand to the ground, then gently stepped on the flames with his feet, and then picked up the extinguished torch and placed it under the eaves for the next time.

Zhao Qingtian's mother Feng Ying was sitting on the bamboo rattan chair by the table, carefully sewing clothes that were caused by Zhao Qingtian's random martial arts practice.

She heard a slight sound outside the door, guessing that Zhao Daliu was back, so she quickly got up, came to the door, pulled the bolt, and then said in a slight voice to Zhao Daliu, who was standing at the door, holding his hand half in front of his chest, and was about to knock on the door:

"God his father is back. Come in quickly. The pot is still warm. I'll serve it for you now."

Zhao Daliu stepped into the door with one foot, waved his hand, and replied in a low voice:

"No Fengying, I ate at Uncle Wu. I'll go see if we're sleeping."

Zhao Daliu said, walked towards Xiliu, stayed for a while, then walked out of Xiliu with a smile on his face, and then brought the door of Xiliu.

"I've slept quite hard. Every day, I've been restless."

Zhao Daliu said happily, walked to the chair beside the table in the main room and sat down. After sitting down, he grabbed the teapot, poured a cup of herbal tea, and went in with a gulp.

Then he whispered, dipped his sleeves into the water stains on the corners of his mouth, and called Feng Ying to Zhao Qingtian's mother who was stunned in front of the door of the house:

"Fengying, why are you standing at the door? Close the door and come and sit down. Look at our clothes, you haven't sewed it yet."

Zhao Qingtian's mother Feng Ying was shocked and realized it:

"Oh, his father, look at my memory. I've been stunned for a long time and forgot that our clothes have not been sewn yet. By the way, by the way, I have to sew clothes, I have to sew clothes..."

Fengying was mumbling in her mouth, walked quickly to the table, grabbed the clothes placed on the table, then sat on the rattan chair, and happily sewed the clothes.

Zhao Daliu saw Feng Ying's slow behavior, and then looked at the open door that had not been closed. A faint bitterness flashed across his face. Then he smiled at Feng Yingqiang who was smiling at him, got up and walked to the door, and closed the open door with a clang.

"Fengying, when I took my third brother and Lao Ba to the western suburbs to shoot eagles this evening, I told you to drink the medicine soup. Have you given me some?"

Zhao Daliu asked Fengying while walking towards the pot of medicine in the corner of the main house.

Fengying rubbed the silver needle on his head, thought for a while, and then blurted out:
Chapter completed!