Xiao Anzi couldn't swallow this breath. The more night it was, the more he felt depressed. He lay on the bed and was hot all over. The insects had been ringing in his ears for half a night, but he still couldn't sleep.

He pushed open the door and came out of the house. He walked towards the well with his shirtless holding his big shorts, thinking about washing it from head to toe with cold water...

"Son, how much hardship have you suffered? Where did you get so many scars from your body!"

Lao Liang's voice came upstairs. Under the vague light, the two of them seemed to be talking to Yin. Xiao Anzi became more and more angry as he looked at it. He threw the bucket he had just picked up into the well with a "pop" sound. Unexpectedly...

Bang!

The window was immediately pushed away by a strong man with a shirtless and muscle-hit blowing. The man glared downstairs with a fierce look on his face and shouted, "Who!"

Xiao Anzi had never seen such a quick action. The time when the window was pushed open was almost the time when the bucket fell into the well. The man with scars in the window was still holding a knife in his hand.

"Uh... it's hot, I want to wash it, but accidentally dropped the bucket into the well."

Xiao Anzi saw that the man upstairs looked scared, and his legs were trembling so hard that he didn't even dare to lie.

"Let's catch it tomorrow morning. It's so dark, what can I see?"

"Ah...ahh."

Xiao Anzi returned to the house tremblingly. The man turned around and smiled at his dazed father: "Dad, it's too late, I'll take care of you to sleep."

Lao Liang stretched out a finger to point at the knife, and his whole arm was trembling. He saw clearly that there was a blood groove on the knife, and there were still yellow marks in the blood groove. There were several cracks on the blade that had not been repaired, and it was obvious that he had drunk a lot of blood.

"Son, have you killed someone?"

Liang Dacheng helped the old man up and changed the topic: "Dad, where do you want to go? I am a strong man. This knife was issued when I was in the army."

"Join the army..."

"Um."

"Then the swords that were fired by the soldiers, the tiger heads on the handle are all golden?"

Liang Dacheng was stunned and quickly put the knife in the handle, inserted it back into the bag. The bag was placed on the table in the house. He thought about it, opened the bag with Lao Liang on his back, took out two large pieces of golden dog-headed gold inside, turned around, put it in Lao Liang's hand, and slowly knelt down and said, "Dad, my child is unfilial, this beheaded gold... I just think that the child has not been able to do filial piety in front of his knees for you in the past few years."

"Beheaded...Gold?" Lao Liang heard it clearly. Can he still not hear it clearly?

"Ah? Dad, it's obviously a dog-headed gold."

Of course, Lao Liang knew what dog-headed gold was, but these two pieces of gold were weighed and they would have to be two pounds. If he removed the tiger head from his son's knife, it would be only heavy. Who would give the strong men so much money? Which army was crazy?

He wanted to ask, and wanted to ask clearly, and grabbed his son's hand: "Son, tell the truth to your father, what's going on."

"Dad, don't ask."

"Silly kid, daddy can sleep without asking!"

Seeing that his father was anxious, Liang Dacheng was really reluctant to let him go, so he explained: "Dad, my son entered Wagang and followed Shan Xiong and Xin Shan, and later returned to the Grand Marshal. Half a month ago, his son was still fighting with Dou Jiande on the Huzhuo City Tower, and his life was still the one that Brother Shan robbed him from Dou Jiande's thieves. The son was afraid and afraid of death and could not see his father. He also heard that the Zheng Gong Mansion had been destroyed by His Majesty, so he became a deserter."

"Then you told your father before that there was grass falling on the mountain?"

"Dad, the people are almost unable to afford to eat. The caravans are all made by the court officials. After a transaction, the official army will pick them up and drop them off. Who will the son rob?

Lao Liang patted his chest and said, "That's good, that's good, just come back safely. Didn't you say that Your Majesty is lenient to the people who are returning under Wang Shichong. Tomorrow, he will go to the government office with his father to report it and register for the household registration. We will not be a soldier in any family."

"Um."

Seeing his son responding, Lao Liang thought he was at ease, so he hid the gold given by his son, and lay on the bed until he snored and didn't fall asleep. He was afraid, afraid that this was a dream, and he was afraid that his son wouldn't tell the truth, so he held Liang Dacheng's clothes all night. The problem is that Lao Liang, the shopkeeper who has been honest all his life, really can't think of the reason why his son lies. Is there anything in this world that can make people sacrifice their lives like a peaceful day?

It will be fine tomorrow. I will go to the government tomorrow to explain everything. On the way back, I will find a home for the matchmaker. Once my wife is married, even if this kid wants to fly into the sky, he will have to be grabbed by the woman...

What does it taste like?

Seeing that it was almost dawn, Lao Liang smelled a burnt smell, as if it was getting somewhere. He opened his eyes and vaguely watched the smoke floating in the air. He remembered the words of the servant of the Zhanggu family of Dali Temple, "Luoyang is about to go to war, and then the fire will burn the creatures, don't blame me for not reminding you." Lao Liang understood it immediately. This was not scaring, but threat!

Teng.

Lao Liang sat up instantly. As soon as he got up, he saw a fire in front of him. The front face of the inn was wrapped in a raging fire, and the flames soared into the sky.

"Go away! Water!!!"

Lao Liang pulled his neck and started shouting, quickly slapped his tall and broad son beside him. Liang Dacheng woke up in a daze and then looked up and immediately came to his mind. He picked up his father and ran downstairs. He went to the well and swung a bucket of water and poured it on the house in front of him, yelling, "You're leaving the water!!! Run away!!!"

There was a rush of people on the second floor of the front of the inn, and various sounds came from slashing, yelling, shaking, shaking and breaking the vase, and iron tools colliding with each other. After a while, the front street and the backyard were full of people. These people found useful guys and started to transport water into the fire. But this was an old house. Unless you could irrigate the Luoshui in one breath, no one would cure the old house on fire.

call!

The grease accumulated on the beams and the dried wood on the roof were completely burned, and the fire completely swallowed up the entire second-story building. Lao Liang sat on the ground in pain, stunned and said, "It's over...it's over..."

The flames soared into the sky. The people ignored the house and began to water the side. The medicine shop on one side was completely burned by the fire with the wind. While the inn was burned into a piece of coke, the old medicine shop also caught fire. Then, it was His Majesty who had invited Gao Shilian to the restaurant, and the three families at the intersection were gone, burning black.

At this time, a long-lost orange red appeared in the sky, as if flames ignited the sky, completely burning the darkness of the night, allowing the day to appear.
Chapter completed!