The system is the king of the counterattack master

Zong La was dazed by Han Xiaodong, but fortunately he was big enough, and found that it would be difficult for him to understand the relationship, so he simply stopped asking, and just told Han Xiaodong to be careful, and if he was in "that world" If you find something related to life and death, you must tell him first.

After Han Xiaodong agreed, he hung up the phone.

The night was long, and Han Xiaodong, who really had nothing to do, simply took out the materials K had sorted out and read them.He learned a lot in "that world", but unfortunately time was limited, so he could only ask K to get out as much information as possible.Then study slowly, but a lot of knowledge in it is too profound. Even after K's sorting and translation, there are still many people can't understand, and there are even some places that even K can't understand.

As a self-proclaimed omnipotent system, this hit K very hard, but it still humbly accepted this reality.Moreover, Han Xiaodong found that since K started sorting out those materials, it no longer cried and rushed to upgrade, but became much quieter.Even, he doesn't usually come out to help Han Xiaodong, which makes him a little worried. If this continues, will this system have to be ordained or become a monk?

There was nothing to say all night, and the next morning, Han Xiaodong came to the yard early. Although he didn't sleep all night, he was still full of energy.However, he didn't expect that when he came to the yard, he found that the old man last night had already started a day's work, feeding chickens and pigs, and tidying up the yard.A day's life started so peacefully, as if there was no stranger like him.

Although Han Xiaodong grew up in the city, he was not ambiguous about work. Since he lived in the old man's house, he naturally offered to help the old man clean the yard and tidy up the room, and made breakfast by the way.

The two chatted while working, and it was only then that Han Xiaodong found out that the old man's surname was Gao, who happened to be [-] this year, and indeed, as he had guessed, he had participated in the self-defense counterattack against Vietnam, and even served as a platoon leader.Later, he was injured and retired, and was assigned to work in the county. Later, he felt comfortable at home, so he went home to farm.

The old man is not alone, his wife passed away a few years ago, but the old couple still have a son.After being admitted to university, he stayed in Kunming, the provincial capital, and settled down there.He is busy with work and doesn't come back very often, so the old man is left alone at home. Han Xiaodong lives in the house where the old man's son used to live.

Regarding the war he fought, Mr. Gao is reluctant to mention it. All those who fought the self-defense counterattack against Vietnam were heroes, but most of them were unknown heroes.

Han Xiaodong was very curious about the attitude of the old man when he first came, why he seemed to be a little resistant to his research. The old man said that his father was said to be promoting feudal superstition and dragged to the county because he told old stories to outsiders. In the fight, he was beaten very badly, so he usually doesn't like to talk about it with people outside the village.

But the times are different now, and the old man later saw that Han Xiaodong was still sincere, so he also felt that he might be too cautious, and he really didn't want the stories he knew to be lost, the stories of their family were passed down from generation to generation , but in his son's generation, he was not interested in these stories, so when the old man saw Han Xiaodong, he also moved to ask him to help record it.

After the two of them had breakfast, the old man went out to do farm work. He told Han Xiaodong to walk around the village and not get lost. He finished the work in the morning and told him the story of last night in the afternoon. finish.

Han Xiaodong had nothing much to do in the village, so he left the village and walked up the mountain behind the village, taking a look at the rural scenery along the way to relax himself.

At noon, the old man came back as scheduled. Han Xiaodong cooked two plates of fried rice with wild vegetables picked from the mountains. The two of them chatted in the small dining room while drinking.

Han Xiaodong first prepared the food and wine for the old man, and then asked, "Old man, can you continue with the story about the Dongmenshe yesterday?"

The old man glanced at him and didn't tell the story directly, but first mentioned the incident that stopped suddenly last night: "Hey, young man, don't think too much about what happened last night. I think you are a nice person, so I won't hide it from you. Last night, I should have finished telling you the story. However, my father was arrested and criticized because of this story. Of course, there are many other reasons. When I think of this, I feel a little bit I didn’t feel well, so I went back to the house early. I’ll tell you all the stories I know today, and it’s not in vain that our father and I got to know each other. In addition, your cooking is good, and young people like you are like you these days Not much."

While praising Han Xiaodong, the old man poured himself a glass of wine. Apparently, last night he saw that Han Xiaodong didn't like wine very much, so today he didn't persuade Han Xiaodong to drink again. He just prepared a glass and poured himself a drink.

"Where do you come from? To me, it is enough to hear good stories. Don't worry, you just need to tell me as much as you want, and I will organize as much as you want. When you publish a book, I will send you a book." Come." Han Xiaodong didn't just say that, he walked around the village in the morning, and went up the mountain to have a look, and found that this small village is really not simple, there seems to be some very ancient ruins behind the mountain, which must be what the old man said , that former temple has only experienced thousands of years of wind and frost, and it is now dilapidated.I just don't know why the people in this village no longer maintain the temple, and he will have to ask about it later.

In addition, he also felt that the old man really liked these old stories. For him, publishing a book was just a matter of effort. If he could really figure out what he wanted to investigate, then he should help the old man fulfill his wish.

Hearing his words, the old man didn't seem too excited. Presumably at this age, he had already looked down on other people's promises. He just nodded slightly and said in a low voice: "I hope it can be done. If I can really publish a book Thinking about it, I will be content in this life.”

After finishing speaking, the old man took another bite of food, finished his drink, and then said slowly: "The master chieftain who was in charge of our area at the beginning, in order to build an ancestral hall for Wei Zhongxian, he went around looking for geomantic treasures. Of course, this is not In order to protect Wei Zhongxian, but to find a good backer for himself, someone proposed to him the land behind our village, saying that it has excellent geomantic omen, and if a ancestral hall is built here, real dragons can even emerge.

The chieftain believed it, and said in his heart that if he could bring out a real dragon, at least he should be a good one.So a lot of people were assembled to demolish the Tongtian Temple on our back mountain and build an ancestral hall for Wei Zhongxian.

As soon as this matter got out, the people in our village stopped doing it. Hundreds of people, young and old, went up the mountain first with their hands, and they wanted to defend the temple in the village, and gave all the people sent by the chieftain to them. Called back.

When the chieftain heard that the villagers dared to disobey his order, he was furious at that time, so he reported to the guard overnight, saying that the villagers in Watou Village had rebelled, and they needed to send people to suppress it quickly.

In this way, a team of more than 3000 officers and soldiers marched from the guard station dozens of miles away to Watou Village. "