Famous Doctor Woman

Chapter 805
Zhang Tian lost his father since he was a child, and his father also disappeared in the mountains. Two years later, the villagers found the bones, and there was a net with copper coins next to the bones.

Afterwards, many things happened. It was tacitly understood among the people in the village, and no one went to the deep mountains. The life was so ordinary, and Zhangjia Village was almost isolated from the outside world.

"Mother, mother, it's not good!"

Zhang Tian was downstairs and shouted anxiously, "The village head brought people over!"

It is raining lightly, in the small village at the foot of the mountain, the air is mixed with the aroma of earth and bamboo, and the small bamboo buildings are located in the rain, which is very elegant.

A group of people in the distance, all of them were vicious, with machetes and sticks in their hands, they came with big strides, and they arrived in front of Zhang's house.

"Girl, you go out at the back door, hurry up, wait for the limelight to pass, I will let Zhang Tian find you!"

Aunt Zhang took a deep breath, she didn't care too much, and pushed Mo Yan, "Hurry up, these people are ruthless, they will really kill people!"

After speaking, tears streaming down her face, she opened the back door regardless of the pain of the wound.

It's a pity that it was too late, and the visitors came faster than expected. Dozens of strong men surrounded Zhang's small bamboo building.

"Village chief, what's going on?"

Zhang Tian frowned. There is a rule in the village that it is not allowed to bring foreigners back, but there is a coincidence in today's incident. If he doesn't go to find someone, what the hell will he do?
These people are selfish and only care about their own interests, never caring about the lives of others.

Back then, his father went hunting for the villagers and never came back in the mountains. He was still young at that time, and only his mother worked alone. Who said to help out and take care of their orphans and widows?
In Zhang Tian's memory, he took a few handfuls of vegetables from his family to the village head's house to exchange for an egg. The village head's wife threw the vegetables out and yelled, "The poor brat wants to take advantage of the old lady? A handful of broken vegetables, who's home?" Missing? It’s going to rot in the backyard!”

When my father disappeared, my mother was in a trance for a while. As a child, he only knew that eggs can recuperate the body, so he specially sent the most juicy vegetables in the backyard. He washed and picked each one.

On the way back after being humiliated, the villagers saw that his body was covered with dirt, sighed, turned and left indifferently.

Zhang Tian still doesn't understand why the villagers are like this, or whether everyone in the world is for themselves, regardless of whether others live or die.

When he grows up, he understands a truth, you have to rely on yourself, and others have no obligation to give you alms.

But when he was looking for a job in the county, he had received help from many well-meaning people. The aunt who sold vegetables and pancakes on the street saw that he was always hungry, so she would secretly save one for him.

Zhang Tian knew that he couldn't just accept other people's benefits, so he went to his aunt's house to fetch water, chop firewood, and tidy up the yard to make the messy courtyard orderly.

Perhaps it was because he always remembered the indifference of the villagers when he was a child. He was not close to these people. Sometimes he walked to the opposite side, nodded perfunctorily, and passed by.

"What's the matter? You brought foreigners back to the village privately, and I want to ask you what's the matter!"

The village chief frowned, raised his head, and looked at the figure leaning on the second floor.

Through the rain curtain, the outline of that person actually had a faint luster, and his pitch-black eyes seemed like a thousand-year-old well, flat and without ripples.

He had an ordinary and rigid face, but that kind of aura made the village chief unconsciously raise his vigilance. Only four words flashed in his mind, and he couldn't afford to offend.

But so what?These people must have rushed into the mountains when they came to the village. Their ancestors guarded this land, and it is impossible for foreigners to plunder it!So, all of them are going to die!

Zhang Tian was startled by the flash of viciousness in the eyes of the village chief, and he suddenly realized more deeply the indifference of these people, which had no reason at all.

Aunt Zhang was sobbing softly with her head bowed, holding Mo Yan's hand, and intermittently telling the past.

"You are the village head? This is not friendly enough."

Mo Yan walked out the door, stood next to Wanqi Yuling, and looked down at the villagers of Zhangjia Village from a high position.

Everything the guys bring can be fatal. It seems that these people are really planning to kill people.

It's just a small remote village, if someone really breaks into it by mistake, will it be the same result?

"Friendly? Trick the villagers to take you into the village, why should you be friendly? Go to hell!"

The village head shouted, and the villagers followed, shouting, "All outsiders go to death, go to death!"

Outnumbered, Zhang Tian didn't want to see the group suffer, so he could only ask, "Village Chief, is there some misunderstanding?"

"Misunderstanding? Are they human beings? If human beings come in, they can't get out alive."

He knew that there was a secret on the mountain behind Zhangjia Village, no one could be allowed in, and he put up a plaque on the only way to enter the village, "Trespassers will die."

"See, don't say that you died wronged!"

The shouting behind held up the plaque, carved a deep mark on the bamboo with a carving knife, and smeared it with cinnabar. These big characters are shocking.

I was in a hurry when I came here, but Mo Yan did see it. She was still complaining at the time, but now that she saw the plaque, she just wanted to curse, "What the hell!"

"Fuck, you can't read? Then don't blame our subordinates for being ruthless."

The big man holding the plaque held the plaque happily, and a cunning light flashed in his eyes.

Who the hell can't read?

Mo Yan really wanted to yell, but since the emperor was by her side, she endured it.

"Trespassers die", written as "death by the horse", except for the word "death", it is still complete, and the rest are missing arms and legs, who can understand it?

"I can't read either."

Zhang Tian's eyes were red. He really didn't know this rule, because he was estranged from the villagers on weekdays, and he felt that he had to bear full responsibility.

"As long as you know how to read, why don't you write your name for me to see?"

Mo Yan folded her arms and said provocatively to the big man holding the plaque, "Before you die, you must be a fool, right?"

"Fuck, Boss Zhang, I'll call him Boss!"

The man blushed and had a thick neck. Of course he couldn't read, and besides, it wasn't necessary for them to use it.

The plaque was written by a scholar in the county with the help of that person, and then he copied it on the bamboo. Because of these words, he got the admiration of many people in the village, and the scenery is infinite.

"Back then, my family Agui disappeared in the mountains. Didn't you say that you were eaten by wild animals? What does it have to do with outsiders?"

Aunt Zhang's leg was injured and she was leaning on a bamboo. When she walked to the door, she coldly glanced at the group of people downstairs, "There are some things I shouldn't have said."

"When Agui disappeared, did you go to the mountains to look for it?"

Zhang Tian's father is Zhang Gui, the only craftsman in the village who knows how to weave bamboo strips, and the finished items are exchanged.Not only that, he also hunted, and sometimes he killed pheasants and hares, and distributed some to the villagers.

When people are alive, everyone is fawning on them, and people leave the tea to cool off, leaving behind their useless mother and child, and no one cares about them.

(End of this chapter)