Chapter 112 Those who live in shame are not worthy of the title of hero!
Several old men from Liujia Village were just scared to death, but now after hearing a lot of first-hand gossip, their eyes were shining brighter than the sun.
Mr. Tai San came over, bowed to them, and begged with a bitter face.
"Brothers, we live in the front and back villages. No one knows the Tai family better than you. We have suffered such an unexpected disaster today. It is really a pity.
"Someone from Zhangjia Village will be coming soon, and we'll have to trouble you to uphold justice and explain the matter in detail, so that the villagers of Zhangjia Village don't know the truth and misunderstand us again.
"We see each other every day. If we cause trouble, we won't be able to get along in the future."
Several old men from Liujia Village nodded quickly and agreed readily.
First of all, Master Tai San didn't want them to lie, he just wanted them to tell the truth.
Secondly, Tai Jicang, the man who exterminated the clan, was too cruel and deserved to die. We cannot allow him to continue to harm others after his death.
Thirdly, the place is full of soldiers and members of the Tai family. If they don’t tell the truth, do they dare to lie and frame others?
"Don't worry, Mr. Tai San, we will definitely tell the truth."
"Yes, yes, we saw with our own eyes that Tai Jicang was killed by a flying knife thrown by a Jianghu person."
"He deserved to die. It has nothing to do with your family. If he hadn't schemed, he wouldn't have ended up like this."
Mr. Tai Sanye breathed a sigh of relief, thanked him repeatedly, and finally extended a sincere invitation.
"Today, my son, Lao Liu, is putting up the beams of his new house, and I was thinking of inviting you to join in the fun. I didn't expect this to happen before the mutton soup was halfway through.
"Don't leave, sit down for a while. Once this matter is settled, we can have a bowl of mutton soup to calm our nerves!"
The old men didn't expect that after being frightened, there would be such "joy", so they agreed after a few hesitations.
Mr. Tai San secretly exchanged glances with his old brother, and then Mr. Tai invited He Xiong into the yard.
The mutton soup, which had been put into the pot a long time ago, had turned into a milky white color due to the delay. Its aroma was mixed with a hint of fishy smell, which was almost overwhelming.
The women were grateful to the border troops for arriving in time and saving the lives of the entire village. They were all extremely enthusiastic and started to set up tables and chairs and serve tea.
Yang Lihua guessed that the old man had something to say to He Xiong, so she found an excuse to send the women away. When she was about to take her daughter away, the fat girl hugged He Xiong tightly.
He Xiong also liked the fat girl with a milky smell and nodded to Yang Lihua.
Yang Lihua had no choice but to retreat.
The old man lowered his head to drink his tea, and after a while he asked, "If I remember correctly, you are the personal guard trained by the general's family since you were a child. I remember your name was based on the eight characters "Heroic and Fearless, Defending the Home and Country." Major General...are you okay?"
He Xiong was stunned for a moment, then quickly responded, "Old hero, your guess is correct. I was once a major general's personal guard, and now I am the captain of the third battalion.
"The Major General is now General Jianwei, a first-rank official. Although it's one rank lower than the General Zhaowu, who was the Grand General's former rank, the twenty battalions of the border troops are still firmly under the Major General's control."
After saying that, he hesitated and asked, "Old hero, have you been in the north all this time? Back then, all the members of the Seventh Battalion died in battle, and you were the only one who survived with serious injuries. Then you retired quickly, and the army thought you went to the south..."
Old Master Tai shook his head and replied, "Let's not talk about those days. My brothers are all gone, and even the general was injured in that battle and soon passed away. I am the only useless cripple left alive." "I am already extremely ashamed. How dare I flaunt the name of the Seventh Battalion? If I hadn't caused trouble today and didn't want to cause casualties among the villagers, and if I hadn't hoped for your help, I wouldn't have announced my unit number."
He Xiong was anxious after hearing this and kept saying, "How can the old hero say that! Without the Seventh Battalion's desperate fight, there would be no new dynasty, and there would be no twenty years of peace! Even now, the Major General retains the Seventh Battalion's designation, and there is always a place for the Seventh Battalion at New Year's celebrations or victory banquets!"
"Even our Third Battalion, the vanguard battalion commanded by the Major General, never felt that we could compare to the heroes who preceded us from the Seventh Battalion!"
The old man smiled bitterly and looked up at the distant sky. Memories flooded into his mind like a tide, but he quickly swallowed them back along with the tears in his eyes.
Zhuzhu may have sensed her grandfather's sadness, and immediately gave up the temptation of the golden light of merit and quickly climbed back into her grandfather's arms. Her chubby little hands patted her grandfather's back, trying to comfort him.
"Grandpa, don't cry. Zhuzhu likes you! Zhuzhu's snacks are for you to eat!"
The old man gently touched his granddaughter's braids and said softly, "Be good, Zhuzhu. Grandpa didn't cry."
Zhuzhu pointed at Grandpa's heart and accused him in a baby voice, "Grandpa lied, Grandpa's heart is crying."
The old man felt a lump in his throat and almost burst into tears.
He quickly hugged his fat granddaughter, gave her the pipe to play with, and then found a topic to talk to He Xiong.
"Thanks to you for arriving in time today, I won't even thank you. But is it because of this that you came here?"
He pointed to the big black horse in the stable in the corner of the yard.
The sun is shining brightly at this moment. The big black horse has eaten and drunk enough, and is squinting his eyes to enjoy the sunbath.
Sesame Ball was naughty and would circle around between the big black horse's legs. Occasionally, the big black horse would get disgusted and gently kick it away with its hooves!
He Xiong stood up in surprise, "Yes, old hero, I came here for this!"
The old man picked up his granddaughter and stood up, saying with a smile, "If you don't mind, you can call me Uncle Tai. I brought this big black horse back from Niuma Market. I thought it was special when I saw it, but it was very sick.
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