Volume I_Chapter 1030 Dry This Bowl of Chicken Soup

Chu Linguang's words caused everyone to whisper, and everyone felt overwhelmed.

It was as if the vitality he saw just now was erased by Chu Linguang's words.

"If we hand him over to Dashan, maybe the city army can let us go."

I don't know who said such a sentence in the crowd.

As soon as this statement came out.

Everyone looked at Chu Linguang in unison.

Tie Zhu felt cold all over his body.

Angrily said: "Don't go too far."

Chu Linguang also watched the villagers.

You can force him to stay.

But if he tried to find a way to hand him over to the city army personnel, even if he had some difficulties, Chu Linguang would not accept this kind of behavior.

To know.

He was the wife and daughter who protected these people just now, so he stepped forward.

Kill the general of the city army.

If these people were afraid of being protected by the city army because of this, and sent him to the city army for revenge, then Chu Linguang would not tolerate it.

"Bah, Tie Zhu is right, there must be a bottom line in life."

The old village chief followed and scolded angrily.

The crowd's discussion has weakened a lot.

It was as if the thought had been suppressed.

"Dashan, tell me, what should I do?"

someone mustered up the courage to ask.

"There is only one way, and that is to make people feel scared."

After Chu Linguang finished speaking, he picked up his three hundred catties of grain, returned to his earthen house, and continued to draw circles on the ground.

The villagers were whispering to each other. They didn't know what they were discussing. People gradually moved away, but the whole Xiaohe Village became very dull and depressing. Many people felt a big stone on their hearts.

The timid ones are always staring at the village entrance, fearing that the city army personnel will suddenly kill them.

Of course, some people started to pack their bags and wanted to leave Xiaohe Village and run away.

However, many people found out in despair that the territory of the city guards was everywhere. Once they were caught, they would definitely be torn to pieces. They might as well prepare enough food and wait in the village for the arrival of the city guards.

Perhaps by doing so, there is a chance of survival.

Otherwise, if you are caught, you will not die.

Gradually, many voices appeared in the village.

It's night.

It seems that many people have returned from the village.

There are a few of them, wearing crisp official uniforms.

It seems that he has found an errand in the city.

They tangled with the village representatives and whispered in the earthen house.

Don't know what to plan.

thump!

late at night.

There was a knock on Chu Linguang's door.

Chu Linguang opened the door, and saw Tietouwa appearing in front of Chu Linguang holding a bowl of hot chicken soup.

"Brother Dashan, I brought you chicken soup."

Tietouwa said excitedly.

"Your family ate wild vegetables for ten days in a row, how could you suddenly cook a chicken for me?"

Chu Linguang asked curiously, and let Tietouwa in.

The area of ​​the soil house is not large.

Two rooms and one living room.

Less than eighty square meters.

In the hall, except for a few stools and tables that Chu Linguang himself cut down trees from the back mountain and beat them, there are almost no other items.

"The chicken soup is not from our family, but from the village head's."

Tietouwa explained.

Putting the hot chicken soup on the table, he kept staring and drooling.

"The village chief has a heart, and stewed such a bowl of chicken soup for me, thank him for me."

Chu Linguang laughed.

"It's the people in the village who should thank you. You don't know. The village chief's son just came back today. When he learned about you, he called everyone together. He went up the mountain overnight to hunt a pheasant and stewed it for you as a thank you. "

Tietouwa explained.

"They thanked me, why didn't they come over by themselves, and asked you to bring it over."

Chu Linguang asked.

"This...maybe I'm afraid of you!"

Tietouwa lowered his voice and spoke mysteriously. After speaking, he covered his mouth and smiled: "Now, I am the only one in the village who is not afraid of you. You have to teach me skills."

Chu Linguang nodded silently.

Said: "Then you go back, I drank this bowl of soup, thank the village chief for me."

Chu Linguang picked up the chicken soup.

Drank it down.

"That, Brother Dashan, Brother Dashan, leave a mouthful for me, Brother Dashan!"

Seeing that Chu Linguang picked up the chicken soup and poured it into his mouth, Tietouwa became anxious and stood on the stool. Seeing that Chu Linguang was about to finish the soup, he stood on the table and reached out to break Chu Linguang's bowl .

I want to fight for a sip of chicken soup for myself.

His saliva had already wetted a piece of his clothes.

"Gululu!"

But Chu Linguang raised his head and drank without leaving a drop. He also ate all the chicken in the bowl. He didn't give Tietouwa a bite, not even a drop.

"Brother Dashan, you..."

Tietouwa was stunned when he saw the empty, shiny porcelain bowl.

Fog rose from the eyes.

Aggrieved: "The village chief and the others said that I must never steal chicken soup, not even a sip. Although I was drooling on the road, I didn't drink a sip, because I think you will definitely give me half a bowl, Brother Dashan.

Even if there is not half a bowl, you can give me a few sips.

In the end, you...you even left me a mouthful of soup.

And ate all the meat.

Brother Dashan, do you not like me anymore? How could you treat me like this. "

Tietouwa became more and more excited as he spoke.

At the back, tears fell.

"Only after I drink this bowl of chicken soup, will the city army personnel come over tomorrow to have the strength to deal with them. Do you want me to die by their hands? If so, then I will spit out the chicken soup and give you all to drink."

Chu Linguang explained.

"Is this... is it so? If so, I can forgive you, you don't have to spit it out, but you must save a mouthful for me in the future, otherwise no matter how much you eat, you have to spit it out for me to eat."

Tietouwa said.

"Uh... alright!"

Chu Linguang was speechless, he just said it casually, but Tietouwa couldn't understand it, didn't he know how strong the taste was when he spit it out?

"You take the bowl back to the village chief, and tell the village chief that the chicken soup is delicious, I've finished it all, and I'm going to bed."

Chu Linguang handed the empty bowl to Tietouwa.

"Well, don't forget our agreement."

Tietouwa left with the bowl and came to the village chief's house.

The old village head was lying on the bed at the moment.

Seeing Tietouwa coming back with an empty bowl, he seemed to think of something, tilted his head, gradually lost his vitality, and left just like that, but his eyes widened, as if he had done something wrong.

Or have regrets.

Difficult to rest in peace.

Everyone sighed.

But at this time, they were surrounded by a young man in the room.

That was the son of the old village chief.

It is the guard of the city.

When he came back and learned that Chu Linguang had killed the general of the city army, he disregarded the opposition of the old village chief and tried his best to send Chu Linguang a bowl of chicken soup overnight.

"After drinking everything, he must have no strength to resist. Wait a minute, come with me, tie him up, and give it to Lord Chengjun."

The son of the old village head, after questioning Tietouwa, was sure that Chu Linguang had finished the whole bowl of chicken soup.