Yearning: The loyal family, exposed by their daughter!

Chapter 4 Bloody Armor!Terrified people!

Longing for the shooting scene.

The more Mr. Huang talked with Xiao Ke, the more he felt that Xiao Ke was very sensible.

But what happened to Xiao Ke is also very regrettable.

Especially when Xiao Ke said that he didn't know if his mother was still there.

No matter the staff present or the audience in front of the screen, they all sighed.

Abandoned by his father, he doesn't know who his biological mother is.

Such a girl has a smile on her face.

How big a heart must be?

Or, how strong and optimistic are you?
Teacher Huang is unwilling to spend too much on Xiao Ke's life experience.

His purpose is to make Xiao Ke happy.

So he changed the subject and directed the chat to this courtyard.

"Xiao Ke, was this house built by your father?"

The reason why Mr. Huang asked this is because the old house is old in style.

But there are obvious traces of modern architectural craftsmanship, at least it has been renovated.

Xiao Ke shook her head: "I don't know, my dad said this is our ancestral house."

Ancestral home?

"Xiao Ke's ancestor should be a rich family, right?"

"Yeah, what a prodigal son Yue Yang is, he can only leave his daughter in the ancestral house!"

"Is the house more important than the children? Selling this ancestral house can also bring Xiao Ke to live in the city?"

"Hey, who's to say it's not? Let me tell you, that bastard Yue Yang wants to remarry because he despises his daughter as a burden."

"That's really not human!"

Although Mr. Huang started to chatter, the audience never showed mercy.

No matter what topic they talk about, it can always be related to Yue Yang.

Fortunately, Xiao Ke doesn't know how to surf the Internet, and he can't see the barrage.

On the contrary, it was a good thing for her.

After all, anyone with a discerning eye can see that Xiao Ke still loves her father.

Every time she mentions her father, she beams with joy and is proud of him.

"The ancestral house... is there a kitchen in that house? Uncle is ready to cook."

Teacher Huang thought for a while and asked.

"No, but there is an earthen stove, can I use it?"

Xiao Ke pointed to a simple clay stove in the backyard.

Teacher Huang walked over with Xiao Ke and patted the stove.

Although this earthen stove is simply built with bricks, a little soil has been rammed on it.

But the soil is well rammed, and the whole is very strong and durable.

"It works! Yixing, go and get the pot, I'll cook the rice first."

Teacher Huang nodded in satisfaction and shouted to Yixing.

"okay!"

Yi Xing responded with one gulp.

I wanted to ask the program crew for cooking utensils, but was told that all the cooking utensils were in the previously prepared shooting location.

Now the program group only has purified water and some basic condiments.

"Sister Xiaoke, do you have a pot at home?"

Yixing has no choice but to ask Xiaoke for help.

"Of course there is. It's just behind that room, and the rice jar is next to the iron pot."

Xiao Ke pointed to the first room near the gate and said.

She obviously heard what the program team said.

Upon hearing this, Yi Xing happily ran to the room indicated by Xiao Ke.

However, the moment after he excitedly opened the door and walked in.

"what……"

Almost as if he had been electrocuted, he "bounced" out of the room reflexively.

After rushing out of the room, he was still in shock, panting heavily, his forehead covered in cold sweat.

"What's the matter? Surprised?"

Teacher Huang came over angrily and funny, and asked.

"Master, there is a ghost!"

Yixing said in horror.

"What a fool, it's in broad daylight, where the hell is it!"

Teacher Huang patted Yixing disapprovingly.

Immediately, he walked into the house.

And just as he walked to the door, a chilly breath swept over his whole body.

It was dark inside the house, but with the light from outside, the scene inside could be seen.

There are actually two rows of armor displayed on the left and right sides of the house!

The armor was hung on a wooden stand in the shape of a human figure.

At a glance, it looks like there are really two rows of soldiers standing here.

If you stare at it for a while longer, it seems that you can feel the eyes shooting out of the black helmet.

ghost!
No wonder Yixing has such an illusion.

Even Teacher Huang couldn't help swallowing nervously.

This chilling atmosphere made him feel as if he had stepped into the battlefield.

"Oh my god, this... is this a weapon museum?"

"Xiao Ke said this is her family's ancestral house... What does her family do?"

"Why do I suddenly feel a little cold?"

"Wait, look, is there blood on the armor!"

"No, don't scare me..."

Teacher Huang was shocked by the atmosphere.

But the audience in the live broadcast room will not feel such a strong sense of oppression.

They noticed the details on the armor faster.

Almost all of these armors were damaged.

There are several knife marks on some armors.

Some are directly pierced.

But without exception, there were faint blood stains on the armor.

Moreover, the blood stains on the damaged part are far less than those on other complete nails!
Teacher Huang also noticed this detail next.

Before his eyes, a grand and sad scene suddenly appeared.

The battlefield under the setting sun, shrouded in horse leather!
The soldiers who won the victory did not have the slightest joy on their faces.

They solemnly took off the armor of the fallen soldiers and prepared to send them back to their hometown.

After all, dead bodies rot.

Armor will not!

The staff also walked into the room one after another, and they were all shocked on the spot.

Perhaps everyone's feelings and the images that emerge in everyone's mind are different.

But they all definitely felt a feeling that they couldn't experience in peaceful times.

Killing intent!Or murderous!
Those who are timid will tremble all over if they look at Jiajia.

Only a flexible figure passed through the crowd, puzzled.

"Are these tin bumps so pretty?"

Xiao Ke scratched her head, but she didn't disturb everyone's "appreciation".

She went straight across the front hall to the back of the house and took out a pot and a small bag of rice.

"Ms. Huang, if you want pots and rice, that's all I have. It may only be enough for three people."

Xiao Ke said embarrassedly.

"Huh? No, it's okay... just enough for three people."

Only then did Teacher Huang recover from the shock, and wiped the sweat from his forehead.

"What about these brothers and sisters?"

Xiao Ke pointed to the staff of the program group.

"They will go to the village to eat with the village chief later. Uncle can't cook for so many people by himself, can he?"

"That's right." Xiao Ke nodded suddenly.

"Xiao Ke, why do you have so many ancient battle armors in your house?"

Teacher Huang asked curiously.

"I don't know, Mr. Huang, do you know their origins?"

"This……"

Teacher Huang is suffering and can't tell.

As the owner of the house, Xiao Ke, it's okay to ask questions, but he actually asked himself.

This confused me.

but……

"By the way, Xiao Ke, can I take a photo?"

Teacher Huang suddenly had a flash of inspiration and thought of an idea.

(End of this chapter)