Chapter 1: Everything can be passed down from generation to generation

The end of winter has passed, and spring has returned to the earth.

After the severe drought and autumn epidemic in the spring and summer of Nanshan Village, the farmers had already had their food rations and were waiting for spring.

When spring comes, rain comes, everything sprouts, wild vegetables can add to the stomach, and spring sowing is hope for the new year.

The beginning of spring, no rain.

Rain, no rain.

Jingzhe, no rain.

The vernal equinox is still rainless.

The ground is empty and the stomach is empty, and life is getting more anxious and more desperate.

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In the small courtyard of the Huo family at the entrance of the village, a half-large black pig tied up screamed shrillly; at the entrance of the courtyard, more than a dozen people gathered in groups of three or three.

Everyone was dressed up and looked similar, with white vegetarian clothes, with a dull look, her eyes involuntarily stuck to the black pig, and her eyes were very fanatical.

If his eyes were really like a knife, I was afraid that the black pig had already been chopped into dumpling stuffing.

No matter how close and close they are to the Huo Wu family, everyone's eyes are glowing green, and their stomachs are like thunder.

The Huo family is going to kill pigs?

Kill pigs and eat them with meat!

*

Huo Family Hall.

Uncle Huo was unaware of the changes outside the gate and was trying hard to persuade his cousin: "Fifth Lao, this is not the same as the New Year, and you can kill pigs! Now, everyone can't even eat rice, who is willing to spend money to buy meat? How old is the pig? You can keep it and grow up to be sold to the county, how much food can you exchange for! Xiaobao is so bearish, you can't spoil your children like this if you don't stop them!"

"Who is bear? My son is bear?! Huh, my son is not bear! I count all over the village, where is there anyone who is smarter and more well-behaved than my son!"

Huo Wu had just recovered from a serious illness, and his cheeks were so thin that he was sunken. When he glared, he still felt a fierce aura. Especially when it comes to his son, he was even more desperate to fight with others.

"Cough cough cough cough cough..." This anxiousness made me feel even more shockingly coughing.

Uncle Huo panicked and quickly patted his back and changed his words, "No bear, no bear, follow your roots. That is the smartest thing, but it doesn't hurt your child so much..."

"Well, why don't I do such a good kid? Let's talk about these days, what's the work here and there is not done by Xiaobao. I'm sick again after his mother went there. I've been tired and lost weight in the past six months..."

When talking about his deceased wife, the tough man kept hunching his back straight and his tone became soft and low.

"When someone else's family is in his teens, he is in Datian. Xiaobao is already thirteen. Why does it make him lose weight if he does some family work?"

"Xiaobao has never had a fever in the children's stove, but you see, I've been sick for two months, and he doesn't dislike him at all. He has cooked and cooked medicine! Who in the village can compare to him? With such a filial son, my brother can't bear to close his eyes, and he will survive even if he goes against God!"

As Huo Wu said, his eyes turned red, but his voice rose again: "Well, let alone killing pigs today, even if my son wants to kill someone, he will be happy to hand over the knife!"

“…”

Uncle Huo looked at him straight for a long time, and finally sighed.

There is no filial son in front of the bed for a long time.

Uncle Huo’s old wife was also lost to the epidemic before the New Year. Her children and grandchildren were not filial, but she was still not as good as Xiaobao.

I remembered that life was fine, and the epidemic came to an end. Every family was in vain and their cousins ​​were sad.

*

Xiaobao, the two naughty children mentioned by their cousins, is not far away from her, just half a street away from Uncle Huo’s house.

The tall boy, with red lips and white teeth, and a fair-looking face. He was washed clean with white linen clothes. He looked particularly neat and refreshing than the mud monkey-like boys in the village.

Huo Bao did not enter the room, but stood in the yard and looked up at the east wing.

A ladder was set up outside the east wing room. On the top of the ladder, a young man with long hands and feet was carefully lifting the tiles.

After the two tiles were lifted down, there was a patch on the roof.

The tiles on the room are no one else, but the owner of the east wing, Uncle Huo's Changsun Shitou.

Huo Bao felt a little embarrassed. This was his eldest nephew's new house. The bride hadn't married her yet, so she was so disfigured.

But most of the villages use bamboo tiles, and their own houses are no exception. The new houses built by Shitou last year were earth tiles.

Shi Tou did not go down the room directly, he poked his head out and asked, "Uncle Bao, are two pieces enough?"

Huo Bao thought about it and said that the tiles were to be roasted on the fire, so who knew that they could not help but use them.

"Then let's have a few more pieces, and I'll go to the county to buy them and make up for them in a few days!"

"No, no, just a few tiles, just let Uncle II bring them back."

Uncle Huo’s second son, Shitou’s second uncle, lives in the county and is the shopkeeper of the cloth shop. He comes back two or three times a month.

After a while, the stone came down with a stack of tiles, and it was a honest person, with more than ten pieces.

Huo Bao wanted to take it, but Shi Tou quickly turned around and said, "It's all gray, don't dirty Uncle Bao's clothes."

Huo Bao was not polite either: "Let's go, let's kill pigs and eat big meat today!"

The uncle and nephew happily left the gate. After walking a few steps, they heard the noise coming from the entrance of the village.

Huo Bao was shocked. It was impossible for a refugee to enter the village, but his family was there and he hurriedly ran away.

The stone ran with him, but he couldn't run fast with his tiles in his arms, so he was left behind.

The Huo family has been made into a pot of porridge.

A dozen people, either caught each other and fought, or four or five people in a melee, had no rules at all, grabbed their hair and kicked their legs, and the dust flew.

Huo Bao was relieved when he saw that the people who were fighting were full of eyes, unlike those who were outside the village who were entering the village, but when he saw the scene, he frowned and rushed forward.

A man was riding a man in front of him, and his fists were red with red eyes, his face was ferocious, and his arms were pulled by the person beside him, twisted his body and kicked people around him.

The one who pulled his arm to persuade him to fight was not someone else, but Huo Bao's kissing father.

Mr. Huo was just recovering from a serious illness and was weak and could not avoid it. He was about to be hit.

Huo Bao arrived, grabbed the ankle of the assailant, pulled the man's belt, raised the man above his head, and smashed him towards the crowd still fighting next to him.

"Ouch!"

"Don't press me!"

In a moment, five or six people were lying down.

The person who was smashed cried and called his parents, and no one was hit, and he looked around in a daze. He was puzzled and could not understand why people could fly up and let the fight go together.

"The cough has not yet recovered. Why are my father coming out? He felt uncomfortable after the wind. Go back to the house quickly." Huo Bao ignored others and directly supported his father and complained.

Huo Wu's eyes shone and he stared at his son and couldn't speak.

Uncle Huo and grandson also walked over, their eyes burning. No one else could see the whole thing, but the grandson and grandson saw it completely.

Huo Bao realized it later and finally woke up, and felt his scalp numb.

who I am?

What did I do?

What should I do if this strange force is exposed?

Dad doesn't suspect that he is a monster, right?

In the previous life, my family was rich because my parents had a weak relationship and developed a cold-hearted and cold-hearted personality. In this life, I was reincarnated as a farmer, but my mother loved her father for more than ten years and was a real little baby.

The only regret is that my memory is too late to restart, and the epidemic is raging, and I am still in a daze, losing my mother.

Now only father and son are left to depend on each other. My father is Huo Bao's rebellious scale. No one can touch anyone. Seeing someone attacking my father, I forgot about the strange power in a hurry.

Now he is not afraid of anything, just afraid of being regarded as a monster by his father, which is really sad.

"Hahaha! This strength is worthy of being born by me, follow me!"

Huo Wu grinned and patted his son on the shoulder, his face full of pride.

Huo Bao:...what?

"The ancestors opened their eyes, and the ancestors opened their eyes. It has been passed down for several generations and another strongman has been released. Our Huo family has a successor!" Uncle Huo was also very excited and looked relieved, and came over to pinch Huo Bao's arm.

Huo Bao:...ah?

The crowd around was also furious and started to talk.

"My grandfather said before his death that Grandpa Huo is a strong man, and he has a strong bow with two stones!"

"Isn't that an official? I heard that in the county soldiers, you can be the best if you can pull a bald bow!"

"This is a ancestral tradition, and the eyes are useless. The male members of our Huo family are all strong."

“…”

Huo Bao is about to die and restart. Is this a magical situation?
To be continued...