The house was covered with wooden mounds, and the sound of Wu Xiaoqi hitting quickly attracted the attention of the young follower. He was originally burning the kang in the outer room. When he heard the sound, Wu Xiaoqi's head was bleeding, but he continued to hit the wall as if he couldn't feel the pain.

"Master Guo, Master Guo!"

The young follower was frightened by the scene he saw, threw down the firewood in his hand, and ran out of the house with a scream as if he had seen a ghost.

The boy wearing Japanese fur shoes ran in first. Seeing Wu Xiaoqi's bloody face, he was stunned and stood at the door at a loss. However, the middle-aged man wearing a dog-skin hat who came in looked very calm. He grabbed Wu Xiaoqi's collar and slashed him on the back of his neck with a hand knife, which knocked him out at that time.

"Master Guo, is this guy I picked up a crazy guy?" The young follower was obviously frightened and asked with horror on his face.

"Go to my room and bring the medicine box." Mr. Guo did not answer the words of the young follower, but just said gently.

"Xiaole, you've been tired for a day. Go back and rest. He won't die, don't worry."

After the young follower left the house, Mr. Guo walked to the voice of the boy in fur shoes standing at the door, gently patted him on the shoulder, and pushed him out.

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It was two days after Wu Xiaoqi woke up again, and this was learned from the mouth of his young follower.

"Hey, what's your name when I picked it up?"

When Wu Xiaoqi opened his eyes, he saw him sitting cross-legged beside him, neither showing concern nor curiosity, as if he was expected to wake up at this moment.

"You have been sleeping for two days and one night, and you can really sleep!"

The young follower didn't care whether Wu Xiaoqi responded to his words at all, and said another sentence.

Wu Xiaoqi was a little disgusted with his endless chatter and his eyes moved from him to the roof.

"Are you hungry? Mr. Guo asked me to stew pheasant soup, and I'll bring it to you."

The young follower was not angry because he was ignored, so he said something on his own.

Hearing his sound of getting up, Wu Xiaoqi also turned his head and watched him joggle out of the house happily.

Wu Xiaoqi was really hungry. He didn't know how long it took to eat. He didn't feel anything at first, but after hearing the pheasant soup, the feeling of hunger immediately surged into his mind.

The young follower was very careful and fed Wu Xiaoqi a spoonful of soup with spoonfuls. When he noticed it was a little hot, he would blew it gently. This carefulness made Wu Xiaoqi feel a little grateful.

“Is it delicious?”

The young follower saw Wu Xiaoqi's gratitude smile, and his conversation immediately opened again.

He is short-speakable, not to mention that he is fed by others, so he can't treat others as air anymore. Wu Xiaoqi is not a person who knows how to be kind. After hearing his words, he nodded. Although he didn't speak, he was a response.

"Of course, this is stewed by Xiaole and me, and Mr. Guo has never drunk it."

The young follower was very proud, but he didn't know whether he was showing off his skills or his skills.

"Drink more if you drink well. You have shed so much blood and your body is still so weak."

Wu Xiaoqi originally responded to him, but before he could speak, he was talking again, which made Wu Xiaoqi feel a little amused.

"Why do you have to hit your head against the wall?"

The young follower asked a question that Wu Xiaoqi didn't want to answer. He didn't plan to answer. He planned to buried Sister Ping's affairs deep in his heart. Before he took revenge, he didn't want to say a word.

"I actually know the reason."

The young follower spoke again, and this sentence was obviously an answer to his own question: "You are the same as me, and everyone in your family was killed by the Japanese."

Wu Xiaoqi was surprised how he knew this. Just as he was about to ask, he heard his whisper: "Mr. Guo picked me up last year, and now he picked you up again."

It turned out that this young follower also picked it up. No wonder the people in the village had just greeted Mr. Guo and Xiaole, and no one talked to him.

“Where is this?”

After drinking a spoonful of chicken soup fed by the young follower, Wu Xiaoqi suddenly asked.

Hearing his words, the little follower who was concentrating on scooping chicken soup trembled, and then showed a surprise expression.

"You can talk, I thought you..." Not only did you express your expression, but the voice of the young follower was also very surprised.

"What do you think I am?"

Wu Xiaoqi now likes this guy's simplicity.

"Nothing, nothing!"

He was a little panicked and a little restrained, as if he had said something wrong.

"You haven't told me where this is?"

Wu Xiaoqi saw that his unnaturalness was so unrestrained that he would not go to the bottom of it. After giving a smile, he raised his own question again.

"We are Ermashan Mountain Village."

This time he answered very simply.

“Ermashan?”

"Yes, it's Erma Mountain."

The young follower seemed very proud, and seemed very proud of this place that Wu Xiaoqi had never heard of.

“Where is Erma Mountain?”

"Erma Mountain is here."

Wu Xiaoqi understood that the young follower was talking about Ermashan, but what he wanted to know was where Ermashan was, but the young follower obviously didn't understand what he meant, so he asked in vain, so he simply stopped talking.

The young follower didn't notice that Wu Xiaoqi was deliberately not speaking. After feeding him half a bowl of soup, he spoke again: "What's your name? My name is Xiaotong, Tongshu's Tong. We will live together in the future. Mr. Guo and Xiaole are easy to serve."

His words made Wu Xiaoqi laugh and cry. Before he recovered, his days were already arranged.

"Mr. Guo is a copycat... is the leader of the village?" Wu Xiaoqi originally wanted to talk about the boss. In the past, he heard that bandit leaders were called bosses or bosses, but he thought that he was now in a "bandit nest" and had some things to avoid, so he changed his words to talk about the bosses.

"No!" Xiaotong answered directly without thinking: "Master Guo can be considered a copycat, or not. I don't know how to tell you, anyway, he doesn't deal with those people in the copycat, except when fighting the Japanese."

"Fight the Japanese?" Wu Xiaoqi couldn't believe his ears. He had never heard of bandits fighting the Japanese. In his consciousness, aren't bandits all bad guys who rob and do evil?

"Yes, Mr. Guo is so amazing. He can kill many Japanese soldiers every time. The shoes on Xiaole's feet are stolen from Japanese soldiers." As soon as he said this, Xiaotong's eyes were full of admiration.

When Wu Xiaoqi heard that he could kill the Japanese here, he immediately became energetic. He wanted to ask more, but suddenly saw someone walking in.

The boy named Xiaole came. Wu Xiaoqi still remembers his back and the urge to spit on him.

"Xiao Le, he said the chicken soup is delicious, and you succeeded in cooking the first time."

When Xiaotong saw the boy, she was so excited that she jumped off the kang immediately, and the soup bowl in her hand almost fell off.

Xiaole's skin is very white, as white as a patient, with light eyebrows, a bit like a girl's willow-leaf eyebrows. Her eyes are not big but her eyes are very round and black. The strangest thing is that his eyelashes are a bit thick and long. Coupled with his small and delicate nose and thin lips without blood, the whole face does not look like a boy's face at all.
Chapter completed!