Chapter 6: Breaking the Cocoon (Seven) Make up for the No. 2 Deadline

"Hulala--" Hundreds of wild birds were awakened from their sleep and flew into the sky with their wings.

"I, I, I..." Zhao Kuangyin looked at Chai Rong blankly, his body trembling as the remaining lotus in the wind.

What the other party said before was not what he had thought in his heart? But the current situation in the world is that the Han Dynasty is weak and the Liao Dynasty is strong, and there is no possibility of any reversal in a short period of time. However, Zhao Kuangyin himself was just a wealthy young man who loved to fight against the enemy before, without any official position, and without a soldier.

"Follow me to join the army, even if you start with a big head soldier, it will be better than daydreaming every day!" Chai Rong sighed softly and pressed Zhao Kuangyin's shoulder with his hand. "Zi Ming and I are also very uncomfortable in my heart when Jing Niang's death. But we three can't avenge even if we cry to death. We can only find ways to be self-reliant and accumulate strength. Liu Zhiyuan, my adopted father and Chang Kegong, also started with a big head soldier. We three brothers have their fathers behind us, and there is no reason to do worse than them. As long as any of them can become a general and a prime minister, avenging Jing Niang will no longer be a dream!"

"I, I, I, I'm afraid I don't have the ability!" Zhao Kuangyin finally told the truth, squatted down, hugged his head with his hands, and his shoulders kept shaking.

Are there any kings, princes, generals and ministers? This sounds extremely inspiring, but in fact, there are not many people who can get from a Bai Ding to the position of kings, princes, generals and ministers in ancient times! To be an assassin to kill Han Kuangsi, it is indeed a daydream. From Bai Ding to a town of martial arts governors and even higher positions, leading a large army to the north to attack Yan Yun, is there more possibility than daydream?

"At least, you have worked hard before!" Chai Rong also squatted down, moved Zhao Kuangyin's hand away, and said seriously as he looked at him. "It's not too late for a gentleman to take revenge. You and my brother worked together for ten years. If there is no hope, it's not too late for you to be an assassin again!"

"Yes!" A few flames finally ignited in Zhao Kuangyin's eyes, gritted his teeth and nodded vigorously.

"Stand up and go. Before dawn, let's go for a while and strive to reach the foot of Taihang Mountain before tomorrow morning!" Chai Rong grabbed one of Zhao Kuangyin's arm with one hand and dragged him hard. "Look at Ziming, you have experienced so many hardships at such a young age, but you have never recognized him!"

When Cao Cao was talking about Cao Cao, Cao Cao arrived. As soon as he finished speaking, Ning Ziming, who was in charge of exploring the way, ran over with joy, "Brother, second brother, the village, there is a village in front. The small river at the entrance of the village is planted with cold melons!"

"Cold melon?" Walking in the hot midsummer, I suddenly heard a cold melon waiting in front of me, which made me feel excited. (Note 1)

The sore legs suddenly became full of strength again, and the mouth that was almost dry and was immediately wet. They rushed to the melon field in two steps, and were about to bend down to pick up the melon, but suddenly, the six arms that were poking out were all frozen in the air.

"Brother, second brother, do you two have valuable things on you?" Ning Ziming had the thinnest face and the fastest reaction. He swallowed and asked Chai Rong in a low voice.

"There is nothing but the spear tip of the spear under your feet!" Chai Rong was immediately blushed when asked, shook his head and gasped.

"I, I only have one stick left, it's still a poplar tree!" Zhao Kuangyin also blushed, looking at the round cold melons all over the ground, his throat moved up and down.

Although the three of them were not considered rigid men of Jiaozhu Gushou, they did not give money to steal other people's melons, but no one had ever done it since they were young! They stared at each other for a long time, gritted their teeth, and discussed in a low voice, "Why don't we go and find the owner of the melon field first and eat it with him on a credit melon? If it really doesn't work, I'll help him cut some firewood in the second half of the night to support the melon money!"

"This village is only wide and narrow in size, and mountains can be seen in front and behind. How could it be short of firewood?!"

"Please sell my steel whip, at least it's enough!"

"The problem is that someone has to buy it. This place doesn't look like a blacksmith shop no matter how you look!"

"No matter what, go find the owner of the melon field first!"

"Finish him and ask..."

After discussing and discussing, the three brothers couldn't come up with a good idea. They had to blush first, look around and say hello, "Is anyone? Does anyone see the melon?"

"Brother-in-law, whose family belongs to this Hangua? Can you give us one to credit first?"

"Is anyone? Is anyone? Please agree!"

“…”

He shouted at the top of his throat for a long time, but there was a quiet place around him. Apart from the rustling wind and the continuous cicadas, there was no response.

"Don't worry, eat it first!" Zhao Kuangyin was so thirsty that he was uncomfortable. He squatted down and picked up a big cold melon, and punched it into two pieces. "Brother, come first. Ziming, eat this piece! I'll knock it over!"

"I'll go!" Ning Ziming was embarrassed to ask Zhao Kuangyin to serve him, waved his hand, jumped into the melon field. He looked around for a while, and finally glanced at a slightly smaller Han melon, walked up to him and hugged him with both hands, and pulled him hard.

Although he has suffered hardships in the past year, he knows nothing about the matter of farming. He only thought that he could pick it off by pulling the cold melon from the ground. Unexpectedly, he used a little more force, and with a "click", he actually pulled up the whole root of the melon vine and the side vine from the ground.

"Ah--!" Ning Ziming's physical strength and energy had been overdrawn for several days and nights. In a hurry, he had no time to respond correctly. He was so dodged that he took six or seven steps back and sat in the middle of the melon field.

Now, the trouble is huge. Han melons are many vines, and they can produce four or five on the same seedling. They were pulled by Ning Ziming and all fell to the ground. In addition, they were shattered on his feet and were shattered under his butt, and there were more than a dozen Han melons, splitting!

"Zi Ming be careful!" Chai Rong and Zhao Kuangyin each stood up holding half of the red vermicelli, stunned.

If they took one or two cold melons without complaining, they would have the nerve to say that they were too thirsty and were in a hurry to take power. In a blink of an eye, they ruined the harvest of some other people's land. Once they were caught by the owner of the melon, what would the three brothers who were indifferent to the money should pay the debt?

"I, I just want to pick up a small one to eat so as not to ruin the melons!!" Ning Ziming got up with the melon juice and pulp in half of his body, rubbing his hands in awkward manner. "I'll go find the owner of the melon field and put the steel whip on him..."

"Woo——" Before he finished speaking, a whistle suddenly came from his ears, and a cold light broke through the air from the nearby trees.

"Ah!" Ning Ziming's embarrassment turned into a scream of exclamation, and he hid half a foot away. Before his feet could land, a "puff" sound came from his ears. Looking back, he saw a firewood fork more than seven feet long piercing his original standing position. The iron fork head penetrated half a foot deep into the land. The jujube wood fork handle had not yet faded, and it shook back and forth in the north and south directions.

"You dare to hide? Do you think you have not ruined enough? You are a hedgehog, and you are a disaster while eating?!" Then, a sharp questioning sounded on the dark treetops. Ning Ziming raised his head awkwardly and saw a slender farmer woman flying in the air, pulling up a firewood fork from the ground with her hands, and stabbing her thigh with one step.

If he was stabbed by a fork, two transparent holes would definitely be pierced at the base of Ning Ziming's thighs. He was so scared that he turned around and ran wildly. "I didn't mean it. Girl, don't worry, I don't know, I don't know that there are so many vines behind the cold melon. I, I didn't mean it just now, really not!"

The shouting was very loud, but unfortunately the reason was really unreasonable. How could the farm girl holding a firewood fork believe that there are still people in this world who don’t know that the watermelon stems are connected to the vines? Her eyes are red and she continues to chase them. "You still deny? You still deny? A man who dares to do it but doesn’t dare to be it! If I don’t break one of your legs today..."

"I, I have never seen a melon field before!" Ning Ziming knew that he was in the wrong, so he dared not stop and resist, and just shouted and ran away. Now, the trouble was even greater. His feet either pulled off the melon vine or stepped on the melon body. Wherever he passed, there was a mess of red, green and green.

"You, have you sent someone else to harm my family?! Stop, don't run away!" Seeing that the cold melon that was about to be harvested was ruined by a stranger, how could the farm girl still bear it? Holding the fork in both hands, she poked it downwards, and her whole body soared into the air like a harrier eagle, "Stop, you have the kind of thing to come to me. Don't deliberately ruin things!"

"Ah--!" Ning Ziming also found that he had ruined countless cold melons on his way to escape. He was so scared that he exclaimed, jumped up to the ridge of the field, followed closely, and ran straight to the mountain road.

His plan was to avoid the other party's fire first, then find a suitable opportunity, and then come back to discuss compensation with the woman. But he knew that the woman who looked at melon had practiced the rumored light body skills. With the support of the firewood fork in her hand, she flew behind him in three or two lines, shook her hand and poked him at his butt again.

"Are you reasonable? Isn't it just that you ruined a few melons? I can't pay my life!" Ning Ziming heard the wind from behind and quickly twisted his body to dodge. Then he bent down and picked up a dry tree branch from the grass on the side of the road in his hand and protested loudly.

"The truth is to be told to people, not to wild boars!" The woman was stunned for a moment, and then came again, "If you just eat one melon, it would be fine. No one can resist being thirsty. I didn't even plan to ask you for money just now. Count yourself, how many cold melons have you ruined this night? They were all planted by my grandfather and my brother, why do you have to waste it by your own temper!"

While saying that, she waved the firewood fork and greeted Ning Ziming with the most important things, and did not let the "melon thief" in front of her have a memory and would not give up.

If it were a normal battle, Ning Ziming might not be afraid of anyone. However, tonight he was exhausted and felt guilty, and his skills were inevitably given a huge discount. If he could not perform 100% of his martial arts, he was forced into danger by the woman who saw the melon. He was all thanks to his rich experience in fighting with others, so he could barely guarantee that he would not be poked into a skewer!
Chapter completed!