Ma Lian 'er was greatly embarrassed. She was afraid that it would be even more unbearable to be misunderstood as siblings, so she could only blurt out nonsense with a red face. Uncle, I'm sorry. My husband and I were too careful when we were outside."
Yang Ling was stunned. If he tried to explain further, he would only make things worse, so he could only keep his mouth shut. "I was wondering if you were going back to your mother's house for the new year, right?" The Tartars are tormenting us, and we are also escaping to the city, so come with us."
The big man's surname was Han, Han Lin. His eldest son was Han Wei, his second son was Han Wu, and his third son's name was a little vulgar, called Mancang. People from poor families often gave their children auspicious names. Yang Ling had seen a few people named Mancang, but most of them were poor.
Han Lin hid in the mountain ahead and took in hundreds of refugees along the way. It was all thanks to the father and son hunting that they survived. This family looked rather dull and did not know how to make small talk. They only smiled politely and walked in front with their prey on their backs.
Mancang 'er, however, held the deer's hand and grinned as he looked at Yang Ling, then at Ma Lian. He nudged Yang Ling and whispered," Brother Yang, your wife is very beautiful. She's even prettier than my sister."
Ma Lian 'er blushed when she heard this, but her eyes inadvertently lit up with joy.' Wife,'this title really made her heart throb. Yang Ling coughed awkwardly. He could neither admit nor deny it, so he could only pretend to be deaf.
Han Wu said to Han Wei,"Big Brother, after the heavy snow, the beasts are hunting for food. It's indeed a good opportunity to hunt. Now, all 100 of us can get some meat soup to drink."
Han Wei said,"Yes, the young people have all gone to the nearby area to pick dried fruits. With these prey, it's enough for everyone to have a full meal. I reckon we'll be able to reach Jiming Posthouse next night."
Han Wu spat." Even those old people and children know how to gather some dry wood nearby for everyone to keep warm. However, the third brother of the Yang family is too bad. He doesn't do anything, but he takes dry wood for food. It's so annoying!"”
Han Wei bumped into him and said," Stop complaining. If I hear you, I'll kick you. No matter what, you're our brother-in-law's relative. You don't need that kind of bite."
As Han Mancang fought with the little cub, he said angrily,""If it were up to me, we shouldn't have escaped back. There were only thirty or so Tartars who went to rob our village.”
Uncle Han stood on a rock wall and snorted at his youngest son.""Arrogant! If we take care of those dozens of Tartars, we can attract hundreds or thousands of Tartars to raze the village. What's the use of having high martial arts skills in the army?
He put his hands on his hips and lectured his son." When I was studying in Shaolin, I heard that during the time of Chengzu Jingnan, Master Daoyan invited Shaolin to send 300 monk soldiers to help him in battle. In the end, only 100 or so people came back alive, and half of them were crippled. At that time, the leader of the Arhat Hall's Elder, Master Xu Yun, was covered in Golden Bell Shield and Iron Shirt. He was impenetrable, but he was only able to hold on for the time it takes to brew a cup of tea before he was turned into a hedgehog by the arrows.
"Then isn't it useless to learn martial arts?" Han Mancang said unwillingly.”Father Han chuckled." Not really. The 300 soldiers from Shaolin Temple fought against more than 2,000 people for two hours. But what's the use of a few hundred martial arts experts in a war between armies?”
Yang Ling saw that the little fellow was a little dejected, so he coaxed him,""Don't be discouraged. That's because the commander doesn't know how to do it. Of course, it's useless to send such an expert to charge into the enemy's formation. If he's responsible for robbing and burning rations and killing officers, he'll be more useful than an army of tens of thousands.”
As Yang Ling said this, he suddenly had an epiphany, and his heart thumped."It can't be, right? His surname is Han, and he has three sons. He studied in Shaolin and is now a hunter."
Yang Ling felt a little uneasy." Could it be that this is my father-in-law, brother-in-law, and brother-in-law whom I have never met before? But I don't know him, and he doesn't know me either."
Actually, even if his face wasn't covered in mud, Father Han wouldn't have thought of him as his son-in-law. Father Han had only seen his son-in-law a few times after his daughter got married, but his current complexion was far from his sallow and dying appearance.
Han Lin had already heard from the fleeing villagers that his son-in-law had recovered and moved to Jiming Posthouse. Even though he looked familiar, he would never have thought that this person who had brought his wife into the city to visit his relatives was his son-in-law.
Yang Ling had never seen the young lady's family before, and he was afraid that the young lady would see through him. He had heard her mention his family during their conversation, but he had not dared to ask for their names. Now that he was suspicious, Yang Ling panicked.
He uneasily struck up a conversation with Father Han."Uncle Han, where did you escape from?”
Han Lin said," We went hunting in the mountains for more than ten days from Pingyun Ridge. We met the Tartars as soon as we returned to the fort. We hurriedly went into the ravine with the villagers. Where did you two come from?"”
Yang Ling's heart skipped a beat. Calm Cloud Ridge? There was no mistake. This burly man who was draped in animal skin and was big enough to cover his entire body was really his father-in-law!
He laughed dryly and quickly tried to remedy the situation. Uncle, you've misunderstood. That young lady isn't me. I didn't know anything about her just now, so I lied to you."
"Oh?" Han Lin looked at him suspiciously, and Yang Ling quickly explained,""En, actually we came from Jiming Posthouse to report to our Great Ming Army. As a result, we were chased by the Tartars and lost in this forest. As for the fact that she was frightened at that time, you're someone who's been through it, so you should understand, right? He raised his chin at his father-in-law and gave him a manly smile.
Han Lin laughed out loud. After laughing, he stroked his beard. He still didn't know what he had understood, but he didn't ask further. Yang Ling took the opportunity to briefly explain the series of events that had happened, including his transmission, the ambush, his escape, and his encounter with the wolves, to give his father-in-law a heads-up.
The people in the mountain valley built many slopes with dried tree trunks and relied on the natural terrain. They covered them with leaves and snow to become temporary homes. Now, in front of the shacks, there were a few iron pots with broken pieces on stones. The wood was burning and crackling. The snow water in the pot had already boiled and was emitting white smoke.
These people seemed to have escaped from the experience of escaping. They had all kinds of pots and pans. In fact, other than the covers for the two beds, they usually only had these things. Seeing that Han Lin and his son had brought back so many prey, the refugees who were dressed in ragged clothes and had dull expressions on their faces became a little angry. They all came forward to help them carry and slaughter the prey.
Although Boss Han had brought back two strangers, one of whom was a beautiful woman, these people, even those hot-blooded young men, did not take a second look. They had seen too many refugees along the way, and beauty was not as attractive to them as a steamed bun.
Han Lin invited Yang Ling and Ma Lian 'er to sit in front of his shack. Brother Han Wei and the others cut up large pieces of wolf meat and venison and threw them into the pot. A white-haired old woman carefully took out a bag and sprinkled some rice into the pot one by one. She also added some salt, and then the dried fruits picked up by the refugees seeped into the pot. The air began to fill with the fragrance of food.
"Brother Han, will you be able to make it to the crowing of the rooster today?" an old voice asked. A few villagers caught a cold. There's no medicine, so I'm afraid they won't be able to make it."
Yang Ling looked over and saw an old man walking over with a walking stick. The old man had a square face, a red face, and a pair of thick white eyebrows. The old man was stunned when he saw Yang Ling. Yang Ling also looked at the old man in shock. He recognized this old man. The old man had come up the mountain to visit him on the second day after his rebirth. This man was the Yang family's Patriarch, Old Master Yang.
The old man was stunned for a moment, then he suddenly raised his walking stick angrily and hit Yang Ling, cursing,""You disappointing thing, you even sold your ancestral property. Are you letting your father down? Was he worthy of his ancestors? You didn't even discuss such a big matter with me. Have you grown wings?”
Yang Ling retreated in a daze, not knowing why his uncle was so angry. I'm selling my real estate. Why am I discussing with you? Is there a need to be so angry? Does the clan even have to ask about this matter?
Han Lin grabbed Old Master Yang's arm and smiled,"" What is this old brother doing? Let's talk things out."
Old Master Yang said hatefully," I knew it! I knew it! This little bastard didn't even discuss such a big matter like selling his ancestral property with the clan. Does he still think he's a member of the Yang family?"”
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