Chapter 85 Hope
At daybreak, Ryan got up and shaved himself and trimmed his hair with the long knife that had several notches on it.
He definitely didn't have any desire for beauty, or any intention of seducing a few village girls.
Instead, I hope I can become more pleasing to the eye, or at least look less ferocious and annoying.
Ryan still remembered that when he was living in the two villages, the villagers were so terrified by his strange appearance that they treated him like a blond-haired, blue-eyed monster. The two village chiefs knew his strength but did not dare to use him.
Later, he simply grew a long beard, let his hair grow, and added a murderous aura. Not to mention, this appearance was so terrifying that even monsters were afraid of it in the dangerous wilderness.
But this time he wanted to change. Even though he was like a ferocious beast five days ago, he still scared the villagers here half to death. Even the cooks who had cooked for them in the past five days were trembling with fear, as if they would be eaten at any time. The soldiers here were extremely wary of them.
If life in the wild hadn't been so difficult and dangerous, Ryan might have left again in anger.
But yesterday's carnival farce in the rainstorm so abruptly melted his hardest and most ferocious shell.
He was just like everyone else at that time, including the mysterious and powerful Lord, and no one knew he was there.
Everyone worked towards the same goal, and even though the flash flood ended up being a joke, at least at that moment, no one cared about each other's identities. Even if they didn't know who the other person was, they could trust each other without reservation.
This feels so good.
Ryan is not young anymore. He has seen the coldness of the world, the intrigues, the cruelty of the world, and the helplessness of survival. Sometimes he will do anything to survive.
But in that pouring rain, at that moment, the passion in his heart that had long been extinguished was ignited again, and he had the thought that it would not matter if he died in battle.
However, this thought soon disappeared as the rain stopped and the sky cleared. Ryan knew that it was time to face the cruel truth. Just as he was about to leave quietly, he was welcomed into the house like a hero by the enthusiastic villagers.
Ryan never thought that those dull, numb, short-sighted, dirty, mentally ill-informed peasants and women would become so - so cute.
Basins of hot water and pieces of simple but dry clothes are not worth much, but at this moment, coupled with their smiles, they are the most precious things in the world.
At that moment, Ryan was at a loss and even wanted to escape, and then simply rejected this feeling. He believed that he was not the only one like this, and those soldiers were so restrained.
But this feeling only lasted for a short time and gradually dissipated.
Some things that seem difficult to do are actually very simple. Perhaps they only lack a kind smile, an exaggerated teasing, or a vulgar, naked look.
Ryan had to thank the village women. On weekdays, they were timid and timid, either full of hatred or cowardly, with unkempt hair and dirty faces, as if no one cared about their beauty.
But a rainstorm turned all the men into clay figures, and all the clay figures turned into their fathers, brothers, sons, and husbands. They laughed at them wantonly and gave orders loudly, like generals and brave soldiers on the battlefield, and all the clay men were defeated prisoners.
No one dared to resist, because resistance would result in a slap in the face. Under the watchful eyes of the other clay figures, even the most brutal and bloodthirsty guy had to control his temper and put on a dry smile, which was both uncomfortable and comfortable.
This is truly a magical rainstorm, and also an interesting place, a place where you can stay forever without having to wander around and die of old age.
Ryan was full of confidence in the future. The clothes he put on yesterday had been folded neatly. He had to send them back, and at least they looked clean.
Since the mud on his face and head was washed off yesterday, the villagers were not scared and ran away screaming that a monster was coming.
Since the soldiers in the village no longer stared at him with vigilant and scrutinizing eyes like a prisoner yesterday.
So today, it should be a little better.
When he went out, he ran into the cook who delivered meals. The cook did not live in the tavern, but delivered three meals a day like a warrior going to his death.
The two pairs of eyes met, and the cook still shuddered subconsciously, but then he tried to force a smile. The smile was fake, but Ryan was very satisfied because he did not see any fear of him in the cook's eyes.
Ryan didn't say anything, but smiled politely and nodded, passing by. Then he was annoyed, "Why are you pretending to be so arrogant? You will die if you are more enthusiastic!" He was very worried that his arrogant attitude would make the cook feel fear and disgust towards him again. He turned around quickly, but saw that the cook was tilting his head and looking at his back curiously, as if he was looking at something strange, but there was no fear. Nonsense, everyone knew yesterday that the blond and blue-eyed monster was actually no different from us. It was said that he was touched by a tough old woman, and then the whole village was publicized. It was no more scary than that. It was not as good as my family's——
"Uh, sir, you--" The cook was startled and trembling with fear, after all, the man in front of him was a hero.
"Ahem, my name is Ryan, what's your name?" Ryan tried his best to be friendlier. Damn, his expression must be very weird and evil right now. Isn't this smile creepy?
"ah?"
The cook was stunned for a long time before he came to his senses. "Sir, my name is Sun Er, the village cook. Are you going to the village?"
"Yes, yesterday, uh, thank you very much yesterday, I went to return the clothes."
"Hey, I recognize this dress. It belongs to Li Er's family. His house is in the second courtyard. After you go in, it's the third house on the left."
"Well, thank you very much."
"Hey, it's nothing. It rained so hard yesterday and everyone worked so hard. It's what we should do. It's what we should do."
The cook Sun Er said loudly. Since yesterday, he felt that he had become much braver. After all, I had patted Lord Wu Yuan on the shoulder with this hand. If I use this hand to hit my son hard again, will my son become a hero in the future? Ryan finally relaxed completely. He said goodbye to Sun Er, whose imagination had already broken through the sky. He strode towards the village. But halfway through, he saw the lord leading a group of soldiers gesturing at the place where the dam was dug yesterday.
"Hey, you who is that, Ryan, what are you doing sneaking around over there? Come here!"
Ryan walked over quickly and found that among the group of people were Wu Yuan, Qin Yidao, Wang Shen, Duan Kuan, Song Dachui, whom he knew, as well as some others he didn't recognize. They should be members of yesterday's patrol team.
During yesterday's rainstorm, the patrol team was blocked outside. Except for them, all the men in the village went out.
"Have you had breakfast?"
"Uh, not yet." Ryan answered hurriedly. He was still a little uncomfortable with the lord's too common questions.
"Why are you out here without breakfast? Go back and eat, then bring your people out. I'll give you houses today, and then go get tools from Old Man Huang. No matter what, we have to solve the problem of flash floods once and for all. Even though there were no flash floods yesterday, it doesn't mean there won't be any during the next rainstorm. And we still have to build a threshing floor, right? You lumps of wood, all you do is eat, eat, eat, kill, kill every day. Even if one person comes to remind me, it'll be fine. Song Dachui, you laugh at my sister! Is what I said funny?"
Ryan stared in amazement at the lord drooling and gesticulating as if he had a hysteria, while the soldiers below dared to laugh secretly. Well, they must not be seen, otherwise they will be beaten up without fighting back.
"What are you still standing there for? Get to work. Um, what are you doing with this thing? It's a piece of junk. Throw it away!"
"No, sir, this was borrowed from me by an elder sister-in-law yesterday. I have to return it." Ryan explained hurriedly, stuttering.
"What the hell! I already compensated each household with a piece of cloth yesterday. Hurry up and tell your tailor to go. What's his name?"
"Maria, my sister."
"Fuck, isn't she called Second Sister Ma?"
"Well, then call me Second Sister Ma." Ryan followed suit. He didn't want to be kicked by this moody lord.
"Well, I don't care what your name is, just tell her to go to the village and teach those stupid women how to make clothes. I bought it at a loss, so I can't waste it."
"Oh, okay, my lord, I'll go right away."
Ryan ran so fast that he felt like he had a pair of wings on his back. The wind was so strong that it made his eyes sore. He rubbed his eyes hard and thought to himself, this time I should finally be able to feel stable, right?
In the distance, Zhang Yang was still roaring. Today was destined to be a busy day, because after yesterday's rainstorm crisis, he suddenly realized that his village was full of loopholes and crises. So he didn't care about other things, even today's patrol team was detained. Anyway, no one dared to boast within a hundred miles, and all monsters within a radius of fifty miles dared not show their heads.
"Shit, I forgot again. Wu Yuan, get someone to go over there and ask the blacksmith under Ryan, Zhao Tiezhu, and ten more craftsmen to quickly build a blacksmith shop for me. I don't want to waste hope fragments to exchange for shovels anymore. How can such a high-end and precious thing be exchanged for these garbage? It's a waste of money!"
Zhang Yang suddenly shouted again. His temper had been rising sharply recently, mainly because he was heartbroken.
Yesterday, out of a momentary happiness, he consumed a white fragment of hope and exchanged it for 200 pieces of cloth to distribute. However, he regretted it a minute later, and he still regrets it until now.
That's a white fragment of hope!
"Village chief, at least you have gained the hearts of the people. Isn't the hearts of the people also a kind of hope? Maybe this fragment of hope is like a seed. It would be a waste if you keep the seed in your hand and eat it. You have to plant it and watch it sprout, take root, and grow vigorously until it grows into a towering tree. At that time, what you harvest may not be fragments, but complete hope."
At this time, Wu Yuan suddenly said with emotion that yesterday's rainstorm was not only a complete cleansing for Zhang Yang, but also for everyone.
Then overnight, they will find that themselves, others, and even the entire village are no longer the same.
(End of this chapter)
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