Dinner was very rich.

The scene of strangling prisoners is bloody.

At the top of the city and under the city, there were still many corpses that were not enough to be completely cleaned, and the air was filled with a faint smell of blood.

The villagers who filled their stomachs still felt scared.

From the panic at dusk yesterday to everyone making various preparations for defending the city like a clockwork tightening; from the nervousness of bandits to the difficulty of breathing, to the excitement and cheering of victory... On that night, the old and young people in Shibi Village united together and experienced a unforgettable and unforgettable war baptism together.

There is no feast that never ends in the world.

Although the fort is good, it is Mr. Gao’s home.

On the same day, the villagers carried large and small bags again and left the fort one after another, and walked towards the small nests that were visited by bandits.

Don't know what's going on at home?

Has the house been destroyed?

Everyone was worried.

Du Yu also said goodbye to his friends and helped his parents and brothers move the food, clothing, bedding and other property they had moved to the fort back home.

Thank God!

Because Du Yu's home is relatively remote, perhaps the bandits have never been here, just as they were when they left.

But in the distance, there was a faint crying sound, probably because some blind date homes were destroyed by bandits.

Du Yu no longer has the energy to care about these things, he is so tired.

Since his rebirth, he has been busy for more than thirty hours without touching his feet.

He forced himself to help put things back in place, handed over a hundred taels of silver to his mother, dragged his heavy legs back to the room, took off his coat, sat on the edge of the bed, and lay down. He vaguely heard his mother calling him to wash, but unfortunately his eyelids became heavier, and the next moment, he fell asleep.

…

This sleep continued until the next morning.

When Du Yu got up and faced the rising sun, he felt refreshed, as if he hadn't even had enough sleep in his previous life, and all the compensation was in place this time.

He opened the door, walked towards his mother who was busy in the kitchen, and whispered: "Beautiful, Mom!"

At this moment, a mist rose in my eyes.

In the past century, my mother was always busy in her dreams, either carrying water, growing vegetables, repairing fences, or repairing clothes. The environment in my dreams was always gray and quiet. Even if my mother said something, she felt very light and ethereal, and she basically forgot when she woke up.

"Good morning, son!"

Gao Huiran couldn't help feeling more distressed for this young son who left home to live; his loving smile was filled with indescribable joy.

"Mom," Du Yu smiled foolishly, with attachment in his eyes.

Finally, on this morning, the mother could hear her son's greetings again. Life seemed to have become fresh again from a gray memory!

Only when parents are there can your heart be peaceful.

Du Yu secretly made up his mind to solve the remnants of Fengtouling as soon as possible and never leave hidden dangers to his family.

"You kid, you are so old and still sloppy." Gao Huiran walked up, patted his son's wrinkled clothes, and whispered: "Master Gao sent his servants to wait outside the door early in the morning, saying that he was asking you to come."

"Early in the morning?" Du Yu asked.

"Yes, anyway, I saw him staying outside as soon as I opened the door in the morning."

What should come, it's still here.

What is touching this time is not wealth, but rifles!

The servant who was guarding the door might not have come early in the morning, but had arrived last night.

The purpose is probably not only to invite oneself, but also to carry the task of surveillance. They are very patient if they don’t wake themselves up from their sleep.

"I'll wash my face and go right away." Du Yu scooped a large scoop of water from the water tank and poured it into the wash basin, and was about to get the face wash towel shared by the whole family on the wooden rack.

"Son, add some hot water. The water is cold in the morning and it is easy to get sick." The mother nagged, picked up the thermos and poured the overnight boiling water into the washbasin.

With Du Yu's physique, it is impossible for him to get sick due to the cold water.

But his mother's concern made him feel warmer.

"Thank you mom!" After my mother finished pouring it, Du Yu rubbed the half-old towel into the basin, wrung it out, then wiped it twice on his face, washed it, hung it back into the wooden rack, and walked out of the door.

"Eat some breakfast before going!" Gao Huiran shouted at Du Yu's hurried back.

"No, it's not good to let Mr. Gao wait for a long time." Du Yu thought for a while, then quickly turned around and returned to the bedroom to bring a rifle.

At this time, my father and younger brother had not yet gotten up.

…

When they arrived at the spacious lobby of the Gao family mansion in the fort, Mr. Gao and his son were sitting and having a meal. Gao Yuan and Gao Xiuran stood by.

Du Yu couldn't help but wonder: When did his cheap uncle get so familiar with Gao Derong? Or did he not go back last night and have been flattering here?

Seeing Du Yu coming in from outside the door, Gao Derong greeted with a smile: "Xiao Yu is here? Come, sit down and have some breakfast with the old man!"

"Hello Mr. Gao!" Du Yu walked forward with great energy, bowed slightly to Gao Derong first, then nodded to Gao Xiuran, Gao Yuan, and Gao Zhan.

After greetings, Du Yu, who was indifferent to the invitation of Mr. Gao, planned to sit down and have a meal, but saw Gao Xiuran winked at him all the time.

If Du Yu was really just a sixteen-year-old boy at this time, he would definitely refuse. After all, Mr. Gao’s invitation is probably just a verbal politeness, not necessarily out of sincerity. But as a reborn person, with a hundred years of life experience, it would be nice to treat Mr. Gao equally. How could he have a trembling and looking up at him?

He was hesitating slightly, just thinking about whether to give my uncle a face.

Although this uncle used to be not very good to his family, since yesterday, he always rushed to curry favor with Mr. Gao, which made him quite disliked; but after all, he was his mother's brother, and if he had no choice, he would not let him get out of Taiwan in front of others.

Du Yu paused for a moment, and was immediately noticed by Gao Derong. He turned his head and waved his hand at Gao Xiuran, and said, "Xuran, you are good at everything, but you are too polite. Besides, you are not hungry, Xiao Yu is growing up and not filling his stomach, so how can he have the strength to do big things?!"

After saying that, he winked at Gao Zhan.

Gao Zhan immediately got up and pulled a chair slightly for Du Yu, and told the maid to add a piece of breakfast.

If you give rituals to others, you will have some plans.

However, Du Yu was at ease, putting the gun on his right hand and easily reachable, sat down calmly and watched everyone's performance.

Gao Xiuran, who was standing beside him, replied respectfully: "The patriarch has taught me a lesson!"

Du Yu sneered secretly, and even his name changed overnight. He called Mr. Gao yesterday, but became the patriarch today?

Soon, the maid from Gao's mansion brought the breakfast up. Du Yu did not do anything extra and immediately started eating like a wind and cloud.

"Young is good, you can eat, sleep, and fight!" Mr. Gao put down his bowls and chopsticks, took the white gauze from the maid, wiped his mouth, nodded and sighed.
Chapter completed!