Feng Ying said quietly with her big belly that was about to give birth: "That's true. You have at least made us two conceived, and you have experience."

"Mr. Xu's idea is not good. A stone wiped out the efforts of the officials and civilians in Lantian County. I really don't know what it means."

Qian Duoduo smiled and said, "This is Mr. Xu who is helping you shirk responsibility. In the past year, there is a bad luck than my Lantian County. First, the earth dragon turned over, and then it was a flood. If it weren't for the manpower, there would be a major epidemic after the disaster. The saying that there would be a major epidemic in Lantian County would be verified in my Lantian County.

With this stone, although you took half of the credit, you also took half of the responsibility. Next time we are in trouble, you will have at least one chance to take your anger at the stone."

Yun Zhao naturally clearly stated this principle, but he was just depressed. He discussed the bad things with two big-bellied ladies, so Yun Zhao naturally changed the topic and asked Feng Ying.

"I'm sure it's these days?"

Feng Ying stretched out his hands and said, "I'm counting the days. There are still ten days left."

Yun Zhao turned his eyes on Qian Duoduo again, and Qian Duoduo sighed and said, "There are two months left."

Yun Zhao nodded and looked at the two big-bellied women. Suddenly, he felt like he was entangled by a spider web. Although this web was invisible, it was real and bound him firmly.

Men are born to yearn for freedom. After having family members, they rely on a sense of responsibility to support them. After supporting them for a long time, they will get used to it and finally forget to resist.

Lao Huihui's surname is Ma, but he doesn't know his name. Maybe he doesn't have a name, but the bigger thing is that he is unwilling to say it.

This is very common among rebels. Li Hongji and Zhang Bingzhong also used bandit numbers in their early years.

It was just that I thought I was strong, so I used my original name or gave myself a louder and more elegant and cultural name.

Lao Huihui is not like this. Even though he lives in seclusion at the foot of Funiu Mountain, he insists on his beliefs and his name is still Lao Huihui. However, in the Ming Dynasty, people would call him this whenever they see Hui people, so it is not eye-catching.

It was noon when Li Dingguo, Zhang Guofeng and his guards came to Lao Huihui's mansion.

This manor is not big or exquisite. It is almost a complex of buildings built from thatched and adobe.

There is a stream in front of the gate, and opposite the stream is a hundred acres of land. Judging from the sparse autumn grains growing in the fields, the land here is not a good land, and should be the product of short-term land renovation. If you want to turn it into a good land, you need to apply fertilization for many years and carefully serve and raise the land.

After traveling for several days, even Li Dingguo felt a little tired. More than a dozen people washed their faces in the stream and sat under a cypress tree like an umbrella, waiting for them to open the door and greet the guests.

After a short while, a bearded man pushed open the door and walked out, and went straight to Li Dingguo and said, "Xiao Yuchi, will the Eight Kings order you to take my life?"

Li Dingguo glanced at Lao Hui in surprise and said, "Why do you think so?"

The old man replied: "Yun Zhier has been here once and was beaten away by me."

Li Dingguodao: "What did Ainengqi look for you?"

Lao Huihui laughed and said, "What else can I do? I want to recruit my old subordinates and return to the Eight Kings to work hard for him."

Zhang Guofeng interrupted and said, "Do you have the will to be independent?"

Lao Huihui glared at Zhang Guofeng and said, "Flying Harrier, you are not qualified to speak like this in front of you."

Li Dingguo smiled and said, "So, are you going to die of old age here?"

Lao Hui looked back at the weapons of the guards around Li Dingguo and said, "The female king on the mountain is very good. As long as there is a little food, since she can survive here, there is no need to summon her men to die. Xiao Yuchi, you are a rare good person under the command of the Eight Kings. You know you are not your opponent, but if you want me to be humiliated again with the Eight Kings, I won't do it. Kill me!"

Li Dingguo smiled bitterly and said, "How long has it been since you got out of the mountain?"

The old Hui replied: "Three years and seven months."

Li Dingguo shook his head and replied to Lao Hui: "Kill the sheep and get me a basin of lamb. I didn't have time to eat on the way."

"You won't kill me?"

"Who has the intention to kill you, an old goat? You are so thick and not delicious. This time I will tell you something."

"It's okay to kill sheep and eat mutton in a basin of water, but it's impossible to return to the eight kings."

Li Dingguo said lightly: "Someone has begun to plan for Ningxia guards. If you don't go out of the mountain, your fellow tribe will suffer heavy casualties. If you want to continue to respect your god, you may not have a chance."

Lao Huihui sneered and said, "It has been almost two hundred years since our clan lived in Qingyang and Ningxia. I have been used to seeing heroes and heroes, but I have never seen anyone who can destroy our clan."

Li Dingguo looked at it and replied excitedly: "This time your ethnic group is in trouble."

"Who? Li Hongji or the Eight Kings?"

"Yunzhao, Lantian County."

"This is impossible. Lantian County is richest in the world. Anyone who has not gone out for three or four years knows that he owns the entire Guanzhong and will not fall in love with the miserable and poor land outside the frontier."

Li Dingguo remained silent.

Lao Hui replied for a while before trembling, "He left Tongguan and was in Henan, he walked on Shu Road and was the country of Tianfu, and he went south to a fish and rice town like Hunan and Hubei. What did he do to the north?"

"People say that the land in Hetao is in the south of Jiangnan, so he wants to take it down and plant rice."

Lao Huihui bowed to Li Dingguo for the first time and said, "Thank you for the news of the general. Let's go back now and take the young people with the surname Yun to fight."

Li Dingguo waved his hand and said, "No, don't worry, I'll call me a basin of lamb first."

"You have a second move?"

“Some are!”

Li Dingguo followed Lao Huihui into the yard, looked down at the carefully paved gravel slabs and sighed: "It seems that you really want to live here for a long time."

Lao Huihui sighed and said, "At the time when the Ming Dynasty could give us a bite of food, I would not have rebelled. If I rebelled, I should not have been fooled by the Eight Kings, so I was a hero who was slapped because I said something that I didn't want to surrender.

Seeing that there is no shortage of water and soil here, I wanted to bring the remaining young people to settle down here. Unexpectedly, I had to make trouble again. This time it seemed that I had lived to the end."

As he spoke, he greeted some young people casually and dragged a sheep out of the sheep pen. Without saying a word, he cleaned the sheep cleanly in a few seconds.

The mutton was thrown into a big pot and cooked. While Lao Huihui stuffed firewood into the bottom of the big pot, he stared blankly at the flames and seemed very melancholy.

The mutton was very tender and it was cooked in less than a long time. Lao Hui pulled off a leg of lamb and handed it to Li Dingguodao: "There is not complete and you can't make exquisite things, so you can just have a meal."
Chapter completed!