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A series of short, tender and thin figures shuttled through the mountains and fields where the bamboo shadows were mottled and the tree shadows were swaying. When some half-aged children found some pointed tips in the dead leaves, they made a sharp cry to the friends who came to visit the treasures in the distance. In an incredible sprint, the older children, who were less than half of the hoe in their hands, quickly dug out a fluffy from the clues just provided, and wrapped themselves tightly with layers of disguise--a solid Hsinchu bamboo shoots.

"Brother, these bamboo shoots are so big, enough for us to eat a few meals, right?" After the half-aged child finished speaking, a bite of water began to flow out of the corner of his mouth. He always remembered that his father had stewed meat with that thing last year. He ate three big bowls of brown rice, which was the most satisfying time he had eaten last year. But I don't know when the bamboo forest in the mountain changed its surname. They then dug bamboo shoots, cut roots and fences, and dried clothes began to sneak in. Once discovered by the owner of Zhushan, they not only had to eat a board, but also a serious lawsuit. Since the family added another bite, everyone found that the rice jar at home was much faster than in the past few years. Everyone pointed the culprit of all this at the newborn. In fact, what they didn't know was that when the children in the family were growing, they could eat them.

Even if you eat more, the good Niancheng last year could not withstand the consumption of their family. What's more, most of the grain harvest also entered the barn of the largest owner of the local landlord. Another part was sent to the government to pay taxes. Two or three out of ten grains could allow these more than ten families to survive the winter safely. This is a gift from God for their family and even the people of a village. After all, at least an elderly man or child has not starved to death or frozen to death in the village. One of the things that the oldest old man in the village likes after spring is that he has used his slippery crutch from the east of the village to the west of the village, and then walks back to the east of the village from the west of the village. When he sees every acquaintance, he will smile happily, muttering: "Dolls, this year's Niancheng will definitely be as good as last year."

In fact, everyone has no hope for this year. Almost everyone in the village who came back after visiting Fujiazhuang was cursing. The owner of the village, Fu Zhongjing, increased the cost of renting new millet by 10%. Although his family said that the grain piled up like a hill, and those who had no time to eat were decayed at the bottom of the warehouse, instead, the walls raised by the thick and strong grain mice and the walls quickly reached the height of the big trees outside, the Fu family was not ready to give the surrounding farmers who relied on renting their land to make a living.

"Dog Da Shao, Mr. Fu, is a wealthy wolf who eats people and does not spit bones."

Among the people, Fu Dashou, the first son of Fu Zhongjing, Fu Chunnian. Before him, he had two sisters, Fu Chunxiang and Fu Chunzhu, who married an ordinary official in Chengdu as a concubine and a fat man who was a rice merchant as a wife. In recent years, the whole family has done many bad things to raise prices and use inferior products as good things. The eldest son-in-law has such a simple background relationship, and money can make ghosts push the mills. After the branches and trivialities are opened up one after another, he has just covered the sky and called the wind and rain around Chengdu Prefecture. Young Master Fu even threatened that the prefect Wu Bo has been consuming the grain from their farm in recent years and praised it endlessly, making people feel that the prefect Wu Bo seems to be unable to leave their Fujiazhuang granary, which makes people in the surrounding villages even more angry and dare not speak out.

Over the past year, Fu Chunnian attacked a bamboo forest that was almost endless in the middle of the surrounding villages. He attacked the body as the auxiliary and attacked the heart. Over the past year, he used various reasons to disintegrate these simple people with simple folk customs. He even occupied the mountain as the king to surround fences in the mountains. He laid various traps such as bamboo sticks and deer antlers at the location where he entered the mountains. He also hired a group of second-rate men to guard against these villagers in the bamboo houses in the mountains, watching those who were getting farther and farther away from him.

The endless treasures in the bamboo forest are so scary that many mountain people are in tears. What is even more heartbreaking is that the chickens, ducks, geese and other livestock in the mountains are stocked. As long as they pass the fences, they will never be found again. It will not take long before you can see chickens, ducks, goose feathers all over the ground. The villagers who cry bitterly took the evidence to argue with these second-rate people, but were scolded by these second-rate people. Over time, this natural and simple bamboo village is gradually losing its humanity.

Although those adults with several feet tall fences cannot pass, there is no obstacle for these half-aged children. When the fog in the mountains has not yet dissipated, these children who are already familiar with the location of the trap, carrying bamboo tiles, holding bamboo knives, and carrying hoes on their shoulders quickly passed through the trap area that was almost unprepared for them and headed towards the bamboo shoot area.

When the whole body was soaked with dew and the dense bamboo leaves could already emit spots of light, the children's backs were filled with harvests that were enough to make them wake up when they fell asleep. The nickname was Damao Zhu. The brothers of Xiaomao Zhu thought of such a big family in their family, but did not stop as soon as they saw the good. Instead, they looked towards the targets of several big bamboo shoots that made them salivate just one hundred steps away from the bamboo house in the bamboo forest. Maybe it was time to get up, maybe it was because the two brothers' digging bamboo shoots were too loud, and in the end the bold behavior of the two brothers caused a group of guys holding bamboo sticks, fierce and yelling.

The big bamboo whizzed the bamboo treasure onto his shoulders, held the little brother's hand and ran away. They walked through the bamboo forest like loaches. Since they were sensible, they often traveled thousands and thousands of times. They were even more mature than their own backyard. When they turned around, they threw the pursuers away. Even the bamboo shoots behind the big bamboo treasure seemed to mock the incompetence of these adults and jumped in the bumpy bamboo treasure.

The traps that were originally used to prevent thieves became the biggest obstacles for the pursuers behind them. The evil people who fell into the bamboo trap changed from grinning to howling ghosts. The two brothers did not forget to put in the insults for these annoying guys. They desperately used the mud in their hands to vent their ridicule of the thieves who ate dozens of fat chickens, ducks, and gooses.

When a guy who had no more than ten bamboo sticks laid on his feet and was crying and snotty, he recognized the true identity of the two brothers as if he had discovered a new continent, he shouted: "This is the big bamboo and small bamboo of Mao Erlang's family. If you can run away, the monk can't run away from the temple. Let's see where you can escape. When the old man goes to your house, you will have something good to you."

The two brothers then realized that something was wrong. It seemed that their identity had been discovered. Before they could think too much, Da Maozhu was still happily whistling and leading his younger brother to the way home. After crossing the bamboo fence, Da Maozhu hesitated whether he should go home immediately. Today, this matter was hidden from his family, and he also caused such a big disaster. With the virtues of these people, the family didn't know how many chickens and ducks they would lose. The parents were honest farmers. They never argued for these people's lions, but often waved their hands at their own people. Their brothers were inevitably beaten up today. The two brothers didn't understand, and they didn't know when this bamboo forest that feeded the native people became other families? Why did their previous open behaviors now have to be secretly?

After seeing the two brothers appearing, a muffled head immediately jumped out of the thorny forest. This was Da Zhangzhu, the biggest brother of Da Zhu. Seeing the harvest, his face immediately smiled. He immediately took over the burden on his younger brother's shoulders and prepared to go home.

"Brother, we're in trouble." Da Maozhu told the whole story as she walked and chatted.

"This is a bit complicated. No matter what, the food at home is almost over. Could it be that the whole family will drink the northwest wind? With the new bamboo shoots you dug, our family can only save it for a few days. I'm hiding this beforehand. Dad is upset these days, don't get into this bad habit."

"But they recognized my brother and I. What should they do if they found their home?"

"They can't afford to eat this guy. The trap they set up to cheat themselves, so there is no reason to find others unlucky."

Da Zhangzhu's words undoubtedly gave Momozhu a great deal of confidence. As the most prestigious person in the family, he spoke better than his parents. His elder brother's words naturally made the doubts in Momozhu a great and small heart disappear.

The reason why big and small bamboos were recognized on the spot was actually the fault of their brother Da Zhangzhu. As a ruthless character in the village, it naturally became the target of the Fu family gradually began to win over. Using barbarians to control barbarians was the most clever trick of Mr. Fu Zhongjing. When the people in the village took it for granted that this bamboo forest was still in their own hands, they were actually farther and farther away from this bamboo forest. Da Zhangzhu knew clearly that the errand in the bamboo forest could only make him eat delicious food and drink spicy food, and most of the time he still ate his own family. If he could not help fill the hungry mouths of the family, his father-like elder brother would be shameless to continue here. After he refused again and again, the second-rate men who did nothing all day ran more and more, and after a while, the faces at home naturally left an impression in those people's minds.

When a young man stepped into his courtyard, the intrusion of some strangers made the three brothers almost dazzled. A beautiful woman was holding a beautiful little girl, a kind-looking old man, a scar on his face, but it made people feel scared, and his parents sat intimately and whispered. A few men around him were either carrying bows and arrows or holding beautiful bright waist knives on their waists. They were scattered in the yard like giants.

In every corner, after seeing the three brothers come back, the beautiful woman led the beautiful girl towards them. In the gap between the three people's heads, there was a sticky thing in their hands. Looking at the hunger and thirst that were thrown around them, the three of them stuffed the thing in their hands into their mouths without thinking. It was sweet, a sweet taste that made their whole body and mind infinitely satisfy. This thing is probably the most delicious food they have ever eaten in their life.

"Dad, this is a bamboo shoot. I just dug up big bamboo and small bamboo, so I will use it to entertain these guests." Da Zhangzhu thought it would be more appropriate to use this thing to treat these customers with good impressions.

"This" father Mao Erlang stammered. Seeing that there was really nothing to take around the house, he agreed to the boss's approach.

"I'll go and peel bamboo shoots. You will continue to talk here with Brother Wu and Mr. Wolong."

At this moment, the scarred man suddenly stood up and shouted to a man next to him holding a bamboo pole in his hand: "Pingyang, bring a few people to bring a few bags of food, bring some meat that can be stewed with bamboo shoots, and we will have lunch here today."

When the scarred man said this, a sound of swallowing sounded at Mao Erlang's house. Even Mao Erlang and his wife were trembling with excitement. They were clearly chanting, "No need to do this, no need to do this," but they seemed to have roots under their feet and could not move at all.

After giving all this, Mao Erlang, who had been saving his energy to speak, immediately spoke out the various stocks he knew in his stomach without reservation, so that he could swallow one or two more pieces of meat in his stomach. Da Zhangzhu came over curiously and heard the old man and the scar-faced man seem to be inquiring about various news about the Fu family.

At first, the neighbors who were hiding in their own houses found strong men left a small bag of grain and a piece of dried meat in each household. Finally, they stayed in the village, where the most children and the poorest Mao Erlang family, people curiously emerged from their homes. Today, they dragged the blessings of Mao Erlang, a rich relative, and each of them got a good benefit. In the smoke of noon, every household in the village ate meat like the New Year. This time they put all the pot without hesitation. Keeping the meat may eventually be cheaper. The boils and borers in the bamboo forest that like to steal chickens and dogs. It is better to eat it well.

"Master, I just took my own initiative and gave some to other households, which was Erlang's intention."

Mao Erlang blushed when he heard this sentence: "How can this make it? How much food does it cost?"

"Well, in this way, everyone in the village will express your affection, and your life will be a little better in the future."

"Master Wu, my Erlang family will remember your good deeds all their lives. I have nothing to repay you. Except for the children, please see who you can look at and take it as a servant."

"You're willing to bear it?"

"What's so unwilling to bear to bear with this? Eat a handful of rice and remember people for the rest of their lives. You're a big shot, don't you?"

Unprepared Da Zhangzhu knelt down with a pounce. Although he usually fought against his father, he never dared to disobey his father Mao Erlang at critical moments, not to mention that his father seemed to have a good future for him.

"Da Zhang Zhu? I'm really willing to leave with me? This job is not easy, but I have to lose my head at any time."

"Master Wu, if I can't survive this deserted year in this mountain, I, my brothers and sisters, and my parents will eventually be starved to death. Leaving like this will not only save a bit of food, but also help support a family. I'm not too happy."

"Okay, let's accompany me out to learn a craft first. I happen to have an important errand to hand over to you."

When Da Zhangzhu heard that he could get such a heavy use for the first time, his heart was filled with infinite longing and even more joyful. The dry wood used to make fire broke under his axe.

Just after the dried meat was cooked in the stove, more than a dozen supported each other, either hurting their legs, feet, eyes, or ears, and second-rate men supporting each other. When they found that they had not missed the family dinner of Mao Erlang, and even found the evidence that they had not had time to deal with it, their faces were filled with a crack. When a beautiful woman who almost couldn't move their eyes was circling around a scarlet man, several of their legs and feet were even closer.

"What's the point of following this ugly monster? In the future, we will let you enjoy delicious food and drink spicy food with you."

"I have a big appetite. If you can't support me, why don't you let your master come. Maybe I will give him this opportunity."

“What are the benefits of us?”

"Please take a sip of hot oil first."

Just as the second-rate boy who was about to reach out to turn around, the chef next to the beautiful woman who was originally carrying a large spoon of hot oil suddenly scooped up a spoonful of hot oil and slowly leaned towards the man. Looking at the hot hob oil that was steaming, the first few second-rate boys dodged pale with their faces.

"Mao Erlang, if you have something to do, get out of here. Look at the end of your brothers, you will be given the defeat of your two sons."

Mao Erlang was hiding behind the door at this moment, Zhan Zhan shrank and did not dare to show his head. Digging bamboo shoots was a fault. He just got carried away and forgot to clean up the evidence of the crime in front of him. He was so honest that he didn't know what to do.

"Are you all injured by a real man?" An old man suddenly appeared and asked a good question.

"Old man, where did you get the ability to care about these other people's business? If you have the ability, you can hold your antique and pick up birds and give me a few more before talking."

"Grandpa." At this moment, Big and Little Maomao appeared behind the old man who was about to get angry.

"I recognize these two bastards even if they both turned into ashes." The second-rate boy, who was originally wrapped in white cloth, shouted loudly.

"Now, everyone is caught, and this matter is alive." A group of tilted second-rate men showed a winking smile on their faces, and several people even came up to catch the two brothers.

"Slowly, you said these two children have hurt so many of you. Can you tell me what they hurt you with?"

The second-rate guys didn't expect the cook to come out again. Looking at the big spoon in his hand, everyone couldn't help but take a few steps back, fearing that hot oil would be poured on them.

"They set up traps around them, leading us into the trap."

"Oh, that's their wrong thing. If it were me, I would never let you climb out of the pit. Let me tell you, what are you going to do? Catch them and report to the official? As far as I know, that forest seems to be the territory you guarded by yourself, right? Your own place was trapped by someone else. If you tell me this, I think you will probably not be able to protect your job now. It's better to do this. I have a few copper coins here, and I will buy some wine and drink to remove the fire. After we have this meal, we will visit our door and then sort out the matter well."

"Master Wu, why should I be polite to them? Why would I use this hatchet to cut off their dog heads now and let them take the heads back to hand over the service."

"Dare you?" The second-rate guy who had originally thought that the copper coins on his scarfaced hand found that the situation was not right. He grabbed the copper coins and limped away, leaving behind a string of laughter.

"Set up the plate and serve, we're ready to start dinner."
Chapter completed!