"I remembered it, your granddaughter." Ah Fa closed his mouth and grinned awkwardly.

The old man smiled bitterly, reached out and let Ah Fa sit on the bench in the yard, and said, "Brother, wait a moment, I'll go get some food and drink. There's nothing for the poor family, so don't choose it!"

"If you don't pick, I won't pick." Ah Fa was polite and watched the old man enter the house, and there was a jingling sound inside.

Although he was hungry and thirsty and weak, Ah Fa could only bear it first and think about it by the way.

Just as he was thinking, the sound of kicking sounded. Ah Fa looked up and saw that it was the old man's granddaughter, a 14 or 15-year-old girl, holding a horse rod in her hand, walked out of the main house on the ground.

Unfortunately, his eyes were blind. Ah Fa sighed secretly. If this girl had bright eyes and big eyes, she would definitely be very beautiful. Her hair was black and shiny, and her face was white and handsome.

"Grandpa" the little girl shouted, listening to the sounds in the kitchen, and listening to the movements in the middle of the yard with some confusion.

The ears were so powerful, Ah Fa nodded slightly. The sensitivity of this person's sensory senses has also been practiced for a long time. If he is given time, his eyesight and ear strength should be greatly improved.

"Here, grandpa is here!" The old man said, walked out with a broken wooden tray, put it on the broken table in the yard, and turned around to pick up his granddaughter.

A bowl of porridge, two steamed buns, and a salted radish, in Ah Fa's eyes, this was like delicacies. He didn't wait for the old man to greet him, and he did it himself, and stuffed it up with a snoring.

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Under the cold sky in autumn, the fields after the busy farming season leave a desolate scene.

Afa, who had eaten and drunk enough, walked along the dirt road, thinking as he walked, looking up at the surrounding scene from time to time, his expression no longer as confused as he was at the beginning.

The withered and yellow fallen leaves were spinning in a gust of wind. A gunshot not far away made Ah Fa stop. After only a moment of hesitation, he continued to walk forward. After turning a detour, on a narrow grass, Ah Fa saw a group of people and a group of people who had a dispute.

"You probably hurt people." Jones looked at the rural people around him uneasy, shouting loudly, making gestures, and some of them had tools in their hands.

John carried the hunting rifle in his back, picked up dead partridges from the ground, and glanced at the farmers who were surrounding him. The farmers frowned and showed a rough look on their faces.

A tall and thick-skeleton woman was pushed in front, and the man next to her seemed to be her husband, with a tight face, glaring at Jones and John. The woman rubbed her back, shivering from the pain.

John shrugged his shoulders and said to Jones, "This kind of thing happens often, and by the rules it costs a dime per projectile."

"How do we know how many shots she was hit?" Jones relaxed gently with his fingers holding the plate machine, but still felt embarrassed. "Will they ask for a lot of money?"

"She has to show us the wound." John looked around every face around him indifferently, and smiled on his face, saying in unauthentic Chinese: "A hole, one dime." After pausing, he raised a finger and repeated: "A hole, one dime."

Several farmers began to giggle, push each other gently with their elbows, glanced at the injured woman and her husband.

The woman's husband stopped talking, his tense face turned red.

"Look at the wound first, then pay." John made a gesture to the woman, and repeated like a starling, "Look at the wound first, then pay."

The sneer in the crowd turned into a laugh with silly words, only the woman and her husband did not. She was still shivering from the pain, while her husband stood in a daze, as if he had not heard the laughter around him. He blinked, angry and helpless, but shook his head without any ambiguity.

"In my opinion, there will be no more than twenty bullets in her body." John glanced at the woman with a sly look, then turned to the woman's husband, spread his hands and waved up twice, "Twenty ones are two yuan, two yuan, Jones."

"Why do you want me to pay?" Jones was a little unhappy and muttered: "It might be you who hit her." But he still reached into his pocket and touched it, took out two yuan and handed it over.

The man shook his head suddenly, while the woman stared silently, her hands rubbing her back.

"If she has more than twenty wounds, then ask her to show us the wound." John suggested in Chinese: "The more wounds, the more we will pay."

The crowd smirked and muttered softly, repeating John's words to each other. The man shook his head angrily. He knew he had lost, but he did not surrender. He did not want the foreigners' money.

"She will never let people look at her butt." Jones said confidently.

"It's a total trick to ask for money. If you give him two dollars, don't worry about them." John waved his arm, took out two dollars from his pocket reluctantly, and handed it to the man with Jones' money.

The man still shook his head stubbornly, his eyes full of anger.

John's hand slowly tilted over, and the silver coins spread in his hand slid down one by one to the cold ground. Then he turned to Jones and said, "We're leaving, he'll pick up the money."

"Let's go." Jones was a little unsure.

"Well, let's go, don't look back and ignore them." John took the shotgun off his shoulder, held it in his hand, and walked away with Jones.

The farmers followed the two foreigners, but the distance grew bigger and bigger, and they all stopped in the end. What no one noticed was that Ah Fa kept observing coldly from the side, and then walked around, and interspersed behind the two foreigners, both far and near.

After walking for a while, Ah Fa couldn't help but look back. He saw several children leaning over and squatting on the ground and picking up something, and then ran away quickly. The man looked motionless, as if resentment had turned him into a stone.

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"Bah!" John turned aside, turned on another path away from the village, and said, "This dirty place has all kinds of diseases, so we have to avoid it."

Jones yelled with confusion: "They don't mind living, why not clean it up?"

Humph, John snorted in disgust, as if he was too lazy to answer this question, and seemed to be a little contemptuous of Jones, the new novices.

"That man seemed to have not picked up the money on the ground. A few children picked up the money away." Jones secretly looked back and said with some uncertainty at this time.

"That proves that he is a fool." John said disrespectfully.

"Maybe this is because of losing face or something?" Jones said guessingly, not seemingly ready to give in completely.
Chapter completed!