Xiaoyao Xiaojunhou

Chapter 41 "Prey"

Fuliang County.

The living room of Yan's mother-in-law's house.

"Po Yan, Po Yan, happy event, happy event, great happy event..." A tea farmer rushed in.

"It's a dog, what happy event are you talking about?"

Yan Po raised her eyes, her gaze passed over Goudan's surprised face and landed on the basket behind him, which was half filled with fresh tea leaves.

Apparently, Goudan came directly from the tea garden to her house.

Yan Po frowned, and put the brush on the pen holder.Goudan is in such a hurry, something big must have happened.

"Dashan, Dashan is back!" Goudan shouted excitedly, even forgetting to put down his backpack.

"What! Dashan...he is finally back..."

Po Yan was overjoyed when she heard this, and her old body was trembling with excitement.

He grabbed a cane and hurried out the door, one step at a time.

……

An open space at the end of the village.

"Dashan...Dashan is back!"

"Hey, weren't you sentenced to two years by the county magistrate? In terms of time..."

"It will take a whole month before you are released from prison?"

An old tea farmer was surprised.

The old tea farmer stared at him for a long time before confirming that he was Yan Po's son——

Talk about Dashan!

"Uncle Huang... is the tea garden okay? Is everyone okay? My mother... is she okay?"

There was already a trace of mist in Yan Dashan's eyes.

"Okay, everything is fine..."

When Uncle Huang thinks of the good days now, the good deeds of the Dong family, and his great benefactor Zhu Xiuyuan...

There was excitement in his heart.

Elderly people tend to cry when they are excited.

This is nothing more than normal.

But in Yan Dashan's view, this is "old tears".

In this situation, Yan Dashan said that Uncle Huang only agreed to comfort him, but in fact his life was very difficult.

So his face suddenly became extremely gloomy.

He looked at a human-shaped sack at his feet, thrown there casually, as if no one wanted it.

Yan Dashan's eyes were moist, but so sharp that he seemed to be breathing fire.

Boom!
Yan Dashan was extremely angry and kicked the human-shaped sack.Ouch...

A muffled groan came from the human-shaped sack, and it curled up into a ball.

It was obvious that there was one person among them!

However, this person did not speak after being kicked. It was obvious that his mouth was blocked by a piece of cloth or something, and he could not speak.

"Dashan...Dashan, it's really you, good brother, you are finally back!"

Several more people rushed over. When they saw it was Yan Dashan, they immediately dropped their bamboo baskets and hugged Yan Dashan.

"Good brothers, are you okay? I say Dashan is back again, and no one will dare to bully you again!"

Yan Dashan was in an excited mood and warmly hugged and reminisced with several good childhood brothers.

He temporarily forgot about the human-shaped sack lying beside his feet.

"The mountain is back..."

Tea farmers passing by gathered together, and soon there were 40 or [-] people.

They all chatted with Yan Dashan and reminisced about the past, and the scene was very lively for a time.

"Brother Dashan, Brother Dashan, where have you been..."

Suddenly, a group of children ran over and surrounded Yan Dashan, chattering. Yan Dashan grinned and gave them each a bear hug.

"Brother Dashan, what is in this sack? Is it the prey that Brother Dashan shot?"

A half-grown man squatted down and poked the sack. He felt it was soft and still moving.

"Oh, there's meat again!"

Obviously, these little brats have regarded it as some kind of prey.

"Dashan, this is...who is here?"

When the adults saw the sack, they immediately realized that there must be a person inside.

"Humph, there is a big traitor here. He has done all kinds of bad things and is the biggest enemy of our tea garden!"

Yan Dashan said this sentence through his teeth.

"What! It turns out to be our biggest enemy!"

The adults were suddenly stunned, and the ugly faces of tea merchants, government servants, tea horse ministers and other people immediately appeared in their minds.

For these people, they all hate them with itch.

"Hit him, beat him, bad guy, bad guy!"

Although the adults were filled with hatred, they did not take action and knew how to behave appropriately.

However, the little kids didn't have so many scruples and started punching and kicking the human-shaped sack.

The little brats have small arms and legs, and their punches and kicks are like scratching an itch, so it's not a big deal.

But the man in the sack still kept groaning and moving around, seeming quite uncomfortable.

(End of this chapter)