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Chapter 205 I want to kill the bad guys
In the evening, the old man, as the host, invited Ji Fushou and his party to have dinner in the main room. As long as his mother-in-law and daughter-in-law and other women and children stayed in the kitchen, they did not serve the table.

The dishes are not rich, but there are meat and vegetables. Ji Fushou has been on the road for days, and he mostly eats dry food on the road. After eating a warm meal in this cold weather, Ji Fushou thinks that the farm food is quite delicious.

But Ji Fushou felt a little strange. She remembered that there were several children in this family, all of whom were grandsons of the old man, so she asked, "Old man, where is your son? Why don't you invite him to eat?"

The old man's hand holding the chopsticks tightened suddenly, the veins on the back of his hand were exposed, and his tone was very depressed, "Both my two sons were recruited by the defenders."

Ji Fushou was slightly stunned, Daqi has laws, during wartime, the army can recruit families with two adult males or more.

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"According to the law, isn't every household only able to recruit one person?"

She was right to miss the two sons that the old man mentioned just now.

There was a strong resentment in the old man's eyes again, even if it passed away quickly, Ji Fushou could see it clearly, "The defenders said that there is a shortage of manpower. In our village, as long as they are from the family The young and middle-aged were all conscripted by the defenders. Like the family at the east end of the village, the widowed mother brought up a son and just married a wife, and they were forcibly recruited by the defenders."

A suspicion arose in Ji Fushou's heart. She always felt that the old man's hatred was not simply because the defenders recruited the two sons in the family.

She intuited that there was something else going on here.

Suppressing her doubts in her heart, she apologized slightly, and said to the old man with sincere best wishes: "Don't worry, old man, your two sons will return safely."

The old man sighed, his expression dull, "I hope the Bodhisattva will bless you."

After eating a meal, Ji Fushou took a rare hot bath. She, Xing and Nu lived in one room, and Su and Jiao lived in the next room. It was a dreamless night.

After waking up the next day, Ji Fushou casually wandered around the village after eating breakfast. When he walked to a big tree at the end of the village, he suddenly discovered an interesting thing.

She quietly observed for nearly a quarter of an hour, and found that the child was very serious in slashing with a small wooden knife. It was a pity that he didn't follow the rules, but even so, he still practiced seriously. In this cold weather, There were even fine beads of sweat on his forehead.

"Wrong, that's not how knives are used." Ji Fushou said suddenly.

The seven-year-old child raised his head in fright, and held the wooden knife tightly in his hand, like a small animal, watching Ji Fushou and his party vigilantly.

The child gradually relaxed when he found out that he was staying with a guest in his own home.He looked up at Su beside Ji Fushou, to be more precise, staring at Su's knife on his waist, pursed his lips, and spoke nervously, with an uneasy feeling in his tone that he didn't know, " Guest, can you let your guard use a knife?"

Ji Fushou didn't expect the child to make such a request, and in a flash, she smiled and said, "Of course, Su, give this child a saber technique."

She suddenly thought of the breakthrough point, the seven-year-old child had already remembered things, maybe she could know some reasons why the old man hated the defenders so much from him.

Su took out his sword and practiced his sword skills.From the beginning to the end, Ji Fushou saw longing from the child's expression.

Ji Fushou was not in a hurry, she always felt that this child was a person who was good at seizing opportunities.

Sure enough, after a while, the child plucked up his courage and looked at Ji Fushou with a pleading look on his face, "Guest, can you ask your guard to teach me how to use a knife?"

Ji Fushou bent down slightly, looked at the child at the same level, and said with a smile, "We only stay here for a few days, you may not be able to learn this set of saber techniques."

Holding the wooden knife in his hand, the child thought for a while and said, "Then can you teach me a few tricks, as long as it can kill people."

With these words, even Su looked at him strangely. How could a seven-year-old child learn the knife skills to kill people?

Ji Fushou touched the child's head, his tone was gentle, "Swords have no eyes, these are sharp weapons, you are a child, why would you want to learn how to kill people?"

The child and Ji Fushou looked at each other. Ever since his father died, he had become very sensitive. Although the guest was smiling, he was keenly aware that the guest didn't really want to teach him how to kill with a knife.

He lowered his head and thought about it seriously, and a crisp child's voice sounded in this small world, "I want to kill those bad guys who killed my father."

Ji Fushou frowned slightly, "Your father is dead? I heard from your grandfather, didn't your grandfather's two sons have just been recruited by the defenders?"

Hearing the word defender, the child immediately gritted his teeth. The hatred on such a young child's face made Ji Fushou feel terrified, "They are all bad people, they didn't protect us, they killed my father , but also to mother."

As if realizing that he had said something he shouldn't have said, the child immediately stopped talking, lowered his head, and kicked the dirt on the ground uneasily.

Ji Fushou's heart skipped a beat, thinking carefully about the child's words, she was a little speechless.

Su and the others also looked at each other with shock in their eyes, obviously they also understood what the child said.

There was a suffocating atmosphere in this small place, which made the child more uneasy. He held the wooden knife tightly, raised his head and watched Ji Fushou and the others carefully, his toes kept moving, and the corners of his eyes were always looking at Ji Fushou and the others. The road behind Ji Fushou.

Ji Fushou saw that he wanted to leave, and said in an extremely gentle tone, "That woman in filial piety is your mother?"

The child nodded without saying a word.

"Your father was killed by the defenders?" Ji Fushou asked again.

The child lowered his head and said in a low voice: "Well, I hid in the cabinet and saw it all. Daddy was beheaded by them with a machete. After they left, Daddy's head was gone.

I pushed my mother for a long time before my mother looked at me, and then my mother began to cry.After burying my father, my mother took me to my grandpa's house, and my grandpa said that I will call him grandpa from now on.I want to practice big swords, and I want to behead those bad guys who beheaded my father. "

Ji Fushou was silent for a moment, rubbed the child's head again, and said in a hoarse voice: "Okay, we will stay at your house for the next few days, and I will ask the guards to teach you a few knife skills to kill people, but you have to promise me , only kill those who deserve to be killed."

The child nodded very solemnly, "Guests, don't worry, I only kill bad people."

Ji Fushou then ordered the old man to teach the child how to practice swords, and when he took the child back at noon and was sitting in the main room with the old man for dinner, she suddenly asked, "Old man, Xiao An's father, was killed by the defenders?"

The old man was choked suddenly, and coughed violently. When he stopped coughing, he stared at Ji Fushou with red eyes, "How do you know this?"

(End of this chapter)