surnamed Wang

As for Shaluo, Hong Mao once asked Tang Jing about it. He was seriously injured and passed out in front of the mountain gate. When he was found, there was a big puddle of blood on his chest. The wound narrowly avoided the heart veins, and it was lucky to survive.

Sha Luo was in a coma for seven whole days. After waking up, he forgot everything before. He only vaguely remembered that his surname was Luo. no.

Tangmen saw that his words and deeds were simple and honest, and that he was indeed close to death, so he didn't investigate further, and let him cultivate in the sect for nearly half a year.

Sha Luo was very grateful and offered to stay and do odd jobs. He didn't ask for any wages, as long as he had a place to stay and food to eat.

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Time flies, Siluo stayed in Tang Sect for half a year in a blink of an eye, during this period he was diligent and never complained, even if he was beaten or scolded, he was not in a hurry, gradually the sect took him for granted as a miscellaneous Serves, more and more no one pays attention to him.

Shaluo lives in a row of simple houses at the corner of the villa. Although there are seven or eight rooms here, there are only Shaluo and an old stutterer who is not very agile.The two occupied two rooms respectively, and the other two rooms had wooden barrels and water tanks, where Shaluo washed clothes on weekdays, and the rest of the rooms were mostly filled with firewood and sundries.

Although the place where they live is a bit poor, but fortunately there is an open space in front of the door, the two of them surrounded it with a fence, and they usually grow some fruits and vegetables, so they can be self-sufficient.

There are very few outsiders here on weekdays, and the two are happy to be quiet, but since the young Hong Mao came, everything has changed.

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"Yo, old man, where's the idiot?"

The young man never knew what it meant to respect the old and love the young. He was carrying the roast goose and wine he bought from the foot of the mountain, and came to this row of rough-built houses in the afterglow of the setting sun.

Before he knew it, half a month had passed, and Hong Mao and Sha Luo had already gotten to know each other well, and they often came to him for drinks every now and then, as usual, he brought wine and meat every time, while the middle-aged man would go to the front field to pick some fresh vegetables.

Now that it’s just in summer, it’s still early for cucumbers and okra to mature. Usually, at most, we can cut some leeks for dipping sauce, or go to the mountain gate and pick some toon sprouts and scrambled eggs. It's delicious.

The old mute lost half of his tongue when he was young, but it didn't affect his speech at all, "Yi Yi Ya Ya" for a long time, Hong Mao didn't understand why, and finally put the roast goose in the opponent's arms and said:

"Stop making gestures, go cut it, I brought good wine."

The young man patted the wine jar on his hand, and the old man's eyes lit up immediately, and he limped towards the kitchen with the roast goose in hand.

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As soon as Hong Mao put the wine jar on the table, he soon saw a figure walking from the mountain gate with a hoe on his shoulder and a basket in his hand.

"Old Luo, what are you up to?"

The boy shouted from a long distance, he didn't need to look to know that there must be a silly smile on the other party's face at this moment.

"Hey, if you don't eat the bamboo shoots dug in the back mountain now, it will be really out of season in a few days."

While speaking, the man walked up to him, tilted the basket in his hand, and there really were a few big bamboo shoots in it.

"You are really diligent. It takes a long time to go back and forth from here to the back mountain. You have been busy with this afternoon?"

"It didn't take that long. I have good legs and feet, and I just happen to have a basket of clothes to give to those heroines. It's a way to go to the back mountain."

"What, you still wash the female disciple's clothes?" The boy couldn't help but widen his eyes.

After getting along for a while, Hong Mao realized that the other party called all the male disciples young heroes, and all the female disciples called female heroes. Although they couldn't get rewards for desserts, they couldn't get them either.

Sha Luo nodded, leaned closer and whispered:
"The clothes of those heroines are different, with a scent, oh yes, I left a good thing for you."

As he said that, the middle-aged man secretly took out something soft from his arms and stuffed it into the young man's hand. Hong Mao only felt that it felt very good to hold it.

The young man gently unfolded the bright red object in his hand, and looked at the lotus flower covered with flour. That's right, this is undoubtedly the legendary apron.

"Silly, what are you doing with this thing for me, the young master is an upright hero."

The boy stuffed it into his arms while talking.

The man who had always given the impression of being silly from the beginning to the end suddenly revealed a mysterious face and said:
"Why do you think I would rather not have money than stay in Tang Sect to wash clothes?"

Hong Mao's eyes widened when he heard this, perhaps it was his honest appearance that made those female disciples trust him to wash their clothes.

The two of them often drank together during these days, and he could naturally see that this guy seemed simple and honest, but he could occasionally reveal some shrewdness, but after all the calculations, he still didn't expect him to play such a big game of chess.

Just when Hong Mao was doubting his life, the old mute came out with a roast goose. The young man glanced at the foolish face again, shook his head and sighed.

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The three of them started drinking as soon as it got dark, and they drank until late at night. The young man claimed to be the master of secret words, but at the wine table, the old mute was the one who could talk the most.

The old mute talked and gestured at the same time, the speed was dizzying, and those who didn't know it thought he was doing some magic tricks. Fortunately, this was not the first time I saw Hong Mao. Not only was there nothing strange, but he could understand the meaning of the other party.

The old man has already talked about the woman he met when he was young. No matter how old a man is, he likes the same things.

The old mute is single and has no children. When he was young, he was born with a good appearance and a smooth tongue. In addition, his family was in good condition. After studying for several years, he tricked him into a handsome man with a little ink in his belly. girl.

Less than a year after the two got married, he became addicted to gambling. Not only did he lose all his wealth, but his legs were also discounted. The girl saw that he did not repent, so she gave up and remarried.

Afterwards, the old mute was quick to talk with others, and his tongue was cut off, and that's how he fell to the present situation.

Poor people must have something to hate, Hong Mao still knows this truth, so he doesn't have much sympathy for the old mute, and he usually ridicules without ambiguity.

"Heroes don't mention the courage of the past, old man, you are just like my old man. You did your own crimes and ran away in anger. If you want me to say, you deserve it." The young man teased.

Since he can remember, he has lost his father, and his mother has worked hard to raise him alone, so he looks down on those who can live a good life, but insist on causing trouble. If one day he gets married and starts a business, he must stay at home and guard it. Wife and children, don't go anywhere, even if it is planted for a lifetime.

The old man was bullied by the young man, and he was neither angry nor sad. He lived to his age and looked at everything. Now he only wants to have a tomb with a monument after he dies, and not to be used by wild beasts in the mountains.

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