Splendid peasant girl busy farming

Chapter 7997 Nanshan Village

"I am a female family, how dare I tame that kind of raptor? However, their men like it, especially the bravest men in the clan, they are all proud of taming an eagle, and their own eagle wins in the competition."

"I remember a long time ago, Nari Song tamed a letter eagle, but the eagle was shot and killed by the opponent..."

"By the way, Qing'er, why are you asking these things all of a sudden? Why, do you want to tame eagles?" Xiao Yaxue asked again.

Yang Ruoqing said, "I have an idea. I used to use carrier pigeons to deliver messages, but carrier pigeons are far inferior to eagles in terms of physical strength, position recognition, and their own safety."

Carrier pigeons are often shot and roasted to eat.

The carrier pigeon encountered other birds in the air, and might be bullied even more.

Carrier pigeons get tired easily, and may get lost in bad weather.

Carrier pigeons can't fly very far, and they can't be used for reconnaissance...

If you can get an eagle, that's fine.

But the eagle is a bird of prey. If you want to tame it for your use and recognize you as the master, it is best to cultivate feelings from the young eagle.

An adult eagle has a fixed temperament and has its own wisdom and ideas, so it is difficult for it to be completely obeyed.

But Yingzi is very difficult to get, Yang Ruoqing is also bored, so she chats with Xiao Yaxue here.

After all, among the people around you, only Xiao Yaxue, who is a martial artist, can chat together. If you chat with Yang Huamei and the others, they will definitely ask you three questions.

Talk to Mrs. Liu, Mrs. Liu will ask you, "Is eagle meat good?"Is it stewed fragrant or fried with rice? '

"Qing'er, there should be eagles in our mountains. I saw them once, and they flew over our village. They are so fast!"

"Well, I saw it once too."

"Then ask your family Fengtang to help you hunt. I heard Na Risong said that your family Fengtang's archery skills are very good, and you can shoot through Yang with a hundred steps!"

Yang Ruoqing smiled, "Well, after I give birth to the babies first, I'll make a 'demand' with him."

Xiao Yaxue clapped her palms: "Yes, yes, but please mention it, you are helping him give birth to two children, and you are more tired than other people's wives. He must reward you!"

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In the dark room, there was a smell of mud everywhere, and there was always a slight sound of dripping water dripping from the roof.

Luo Fengtang was about to wake up, with a splitting headache, but a strange exclamation came from his ear: "Father, look quickly, this man is alive, his eyelids are moving!"

The sound of footsteps approaching, as if there was light approaching his eyelids, he felt someone slapping his face lightly, "Hey, Houshenglang, are you awake?"

Luo Fengtang frowned tightly, and hummed in pain, but his eyes struggled to open following the cry...

What came into view were two unfamiliar faces.

An old man with white beard and hair, stooped back, wearing coarse cloth clothes with patches, holding a tung oil lamp close to Luo Fengtang's face.

The lights are the size of soybean grains, flickering and jumping.

Next to the lamp was the face of another young child.

A little girl about ten years old, with unkempt bangs, two loose braids, half of her face covered with scarlet birthmarks, and a circle of red rashes and tiny bumps around her chin.

With the help of the lamplight, he leaned over to a face, stared at the person lying on the bed with rounded eyes.

Rao Luo Fengtang was calm and calm, unexpectedly he gasped when he saw this little girl.

The reincarnation of Yasha is so ugly!
He subconsciously wanted to get up, but found that his whole body was tingling, and his legs couldn't even move.

He couldn't help lying there, closing his eyes again, mobilizing the breath in his body to sense the condition of his limbs and bones.

There was a sudden jump between the eyebrows.

The body was badly wounded, but not life-threatening.

But he tried to use his skills to get up several times, but he couldn't use his hands and feet.

The internal strength of his body seemed to be suppressed by something, and his legs were as soft as cooked noodles.

No, this is tampered with!
Luo Fengtang was shocked in his heart, but on his face, no clue could be seen. He just lay there with his eyes closed, his eyelids moved slightly, and his breathing was weak.

"Father, look at this man, he closed his eyes again, he must be dying, right?"

It was the little girl who was as ugly as a Yaksha who spoke.

The white-haired old man made a silence gesture to the little girl, "Kids, don't talk nonsense, go, go outside and watch, and cough loudly when someone comes."

The sound of footsteps walking away, and the creaking sound of the wooden door being closed.

The white-haired old man put the soybean oil lamp on the crooked table that was crippled and padded with stones.

Turn your head and look at the shop.

Seeing the people on the shop open their eyes again, they were looking straight at the slippery roof.

The old man sighed, found a bowl made of red clay with a broken mouth, poured a small bowl of tea and returned to the bed.

"Houshenglang, it's better to live than to die. Come, I'll help you get up and drink some water."

Luo Fengtang couldn't exert all his strength, and the wounds on his body hurt, and he couldn't sit up at all.

The old man was considerate, he didn't force him, he just supported Luo Fengtang's neck to make him look up, and then put the tea bowl to his mouth.

The corners of Luo Fengtang's lips were tightly pursed into a straight line, and his deep and dark eyes fixed on the old man. There was not only guard but also warning in his eyes.

Being stared at by such gazes, the old man was stunned for a moment, and a kind of frightened chill ran from his back all the way to the soles of his feet.

He couldn't have imagined that the young man in front of him was so seriously injured that he couldn't even sit up, but his gaze had such breathtaking power.

Thinking about it, the identity of this young man is unusual!
Thinking of this, the old man said in a friendly tone, "Have a drink, this water is not poisonous, the old man has been taking care of you for the past few days when you are in a coma, if I want to hurt you, you won't wake up, you say yes Do not?"

Luo Fengtang frowned, still staring at the old man in front of him coldly, without opening his mouth.

The old man chuckled, picked up the bowl and gulped down a couple of sips, then handed the bowl to Luo Fengtang again.

This time, Luo Fengtang finally drank it.

When the first sip of water fell down the throat, there was a sharp scratch in the eyes of the throat, burning like a barb.

It was only after the second sip of tea down the throat that it moistened a little.

Luo Fengtang drank the tea in the bowl in one breath, he seemed to feel better, and he could speak, but his voice was very hoarse.

"Where is this?"

"who are you?"

The old man laid Luo Fengtang flat, stood hunched over in front of the bed and said kindly: "This is Nanshan Village, everyone calls me lame Zhang, and some call me Lao Zhang."

Nanshan Village?
An old man surnamed Zhang?
Luo Fengtang looked bewildered.

The old man didn't make any fuss about Luo Fengtang's reaction, it seemed normal that he didn't know.

"Young student, I think you don't look like a mountain native with your clothes. Are you from outside?"

From outside?

Luo Fengtang frowned.

The old man looked at Luo Fengtang, a trace of sympathy flashed in his cloudy eyes, and he asked with some regret: "Young student, where are you from? Why do you want to go down that cliff? You are really unlucky to enter our Nanshan Village. This trouble It's big!"

(End of this chapter)