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The pine and oak trees were condemned to the point of not being able to answer the question, and there was no room for denial in front of the evidence. Song Mu was the first to curse Xiao Yuan. "What happened here was all done by Xiao Yuan," said Oak. Zhang Jun calmed his anger. We'll find out soon enough. "We must severely punish that rogue soldier, Xiao Yuan." He openly said a few more words, then took back the script and left in a hurry.

At this point, Tang Erhu had already known the truth and apologized to Teacher Feng. He was afraid that Zhang Zuolin would give him a heavy punishment, so he stood aside, not daring to make a sound. Zhang Zuolin glared at him, saying, "Quickly go back to Liaodong. Kill all of those bandits who were involved in robbing girls!" When Tang Erhu heard this, he felt lucky. He then raised his hand and scolded, "These little Japanese scum, they defiled our girls and lied to us. Motherf * cker! You actually dared to lie to me, I will skin him, and light his Heaven Lamp! " He then cupped his hands at Teacher Feng and said, "Brother, please forgive the boorish man. I am sorry!" Then he turned around and returned to Liaodong.

Zhang Zuolin then discussed the solution with Teacher Feng, and told Jin Zhen to first go back and arrange for the release of the teammates. Chen Cheng's family of three thanked the two marshals and left with Jin Cheng. Both Zhang Zuolin and Feng Delin believe that bandits are rampant in Northeast China and Mongolia. The two of them agreed to eliminate the various gangs and stabilize the social environment. Before long, Zhang Zuolin returned to Tang Erhu and ordered him to lead a group of bandits. Feng Delin also sent out Jin Zhen to lead the four bandits.

From then on, there was no more friction between the twenty-seven and twenty-eight master teachers. That's right: although they were usually ruthless, now that they had reached a tacit understanding, it was also true.

When Jin Cheng and his wife and daughter returned to Black Mountain, Chen Cheng's fellow countrymen who had stayed the night all went back to the big elm tree with ease. Only Chen Cheng's shop assistant and his carriage were left behind, waiting for news.

After returning to the marshal's residence, Chen Cheng immediately released the five young ladies and the three madams of the lamp, handing them over to Chen Cheng. Chen Cheng thanked him and led the six young ladies and the three madams back to the big elm tree. Upon arriving at the village, everyone congratulated Chen Cheng and his wife happily. Some people even said that Mr. Chen got lucky, caught six, returned nine, and earned three girls. Hearing this joke, Chen Cheng was secretly delighted in his heart.

Returning home, Chen Cheng once again held a grand feast, gathering over three hundred relatives and friends from his neighborhood, eating and drinking to celebrate for the entire day. The entire Elm Tree Village was celebrating the New Year as well.

After a few days of happiness, Chen Cheng was afraid that there would be more trouble, so he suggested to his wife, "The year is not peaceful, and there are bandits everywhere. With such beautiful girls in our family, it is hard not to attract bandits. Once the girls are robbed, there's nothing we can do. " Lady Chen said, "Then send reliable people to send them home one by one. Our daughter should also find a village youth to recruit her. With our daughter standing at the doorstep, the two of us are at ease and comfortable. "

Thus, Chen Cheng sent his shop assistant to first send the three ladies home, and then he sent the three wives of a lamp back to their families as well. The two Korean girls, who had difficulty returning from abroad, remained at Chen's home. Chen Cheng and his wife treated the two of them as if they were their own daughters. Chen Cheng had also prepared a present and was preparing to visit Beijing's National Guardian Temple to thank Farmin for his help, not mentioning it to the little Taoist.

Then he explained to the little Daoist that he had escaped from danger that night and had hurried on his way in the dark. When dawn arrived, the little Daoist said in a tired and hungry tone, "Last night, I was extremely sleepy. I didn't eat much at dinner. Now I'm hungry." "This is a wasteland," he said. "There are no villagers here. If there is a village, Master will take you to find a meal. "Be patient." The two of them walked for another ten kilometers. In front of them was a village. The two quickly approached from the west and entered the village. The house was shabby, the walls were untidy, the yard was without doors, and it was a scene of poverty.

"This village is in ruins and every family must have a hard time living," he said. It disheartened everyone who saw it. If we were to enter a normal family, I'm afraid we wouldn't be able to turn the tables on them. You must pick a rich family before you can enter. " The two of them walked into the middle of the village and saw a house in the north. There were four thatched huts, two in the west, and one in the east. That was the outer room where they cooked and cooked. At the southeast corner of the courtyard, there was a tattered pile of firewood. The gate was broken and it fell to the side. Farmer said, "This house is quite impressive. Let's go in." The little Taoist said: "Carefully, his family has a dog. Let's hold hands and go in. " Farmin said, "Don't panic when you see a dog. He came forward, and when he bent his waist, he suspected that if you tried to hit him with a stone, he would be scared away. "

The two walked into the yard and looked around. There were no dogs. Farmer knocked on the door and called out, "Benefactor! "Excuse me." After a few knocks, no one answered. "I can hear the sound of a weak baby crying." Love children love children. " The crying became more and more intense. Through the sobbing a young woman's voice called out, "Master! Please open the door and come in. It's not convenient for me to go down here. "

Farmer opened the door and entered the west room with the little Taoist. He saw three ignorant children sitting on the brick bed, and they were yelling about being hungry while bare-bottomed. Seeing strangers, they all stood up in panic and hid behind his mother. His mother was lying on her side on the kang, open to the world, nursing a baby. His face was streaked with tears, his head was wrapped in a blue cloth, and the room was not yet full. The woman was very sensible, she wiped away her tears and said, "High Monk, Immortal Child, you guys seem to have walked a long way. Please sit down and rest. " Fa Ming sat down and asked, "Benefactor, what is your family name?" The woman said, "Jin without your name. The children are common to his father, Jin. My family's surname is Bao, and their names are Golden Branch. " Farmer said, "What two names." The woman sighed, "Cough! One could not blame others for saying that Jin did not have the money to spend. So what if your name is noble! " He continued, "Our ancestors were all famous nobles. "In our generation, we won't be able to make it in a day."

Farmer was about to ask her which prince's son she was from. The woman added, "You two masters must have had a hard time. If you are thirsty, please go to the vat and drink some water. If you are hungry, then you are ashamed. " As she spoke, she lowered her voice, unable to stop her tears. She secretly wiped her eyes and said, "The child and I have been having a picnic all day. The child's father worked for the wealthier families in the villages all year round, but he still had trouble keeping clothes and food on him. Yesterday we had the neighborhood kids bring him back. He went out to buy food and hasn't come back yet. I wanted to go out begging, and now I can't. These days, my milk supply is dwindling. "These three generations of infants are so hungry that they cry." She looked at the three children beside her and said in a low voice, "It looks like these three tiny beings will starve to death." After saying that, tears began to fall unceasingly. Wiping her tears, she continued, "It's going to be difficult to live through this year! If my family had one litre of rice and one silver dollar, these kids of mine wouldn't starve to death. " The tears came again.

Fa Ming could not bear to watch any longer. He shouted, "Amitabha! Pitiful! Pitiful! Why do the people here have so much trouble? " The woman continued, "I know that you two Masters are hungry after leaving, but my family is short on money and food. I have let you two Masters down." He then raised his head and pointed to the path and said, "Five miles before the village is a lamasery, where life is passable. Please go find some food, Masters. " Farmer stood up and said, "Thank you for your guidance, female benefactor. This humble monk is disturbing you! " He took out a handful of silver coins and threw it on the brick bed before turning around and leaving. When the woman saw this, she exclaimed, "Ah, shame, shame! What does Master mean by this? " Fa Ming stopped and turned around, saying, "Female benefactor need not be suspicious, I am a proper monk. When we came here, we wanted to eat with you, but instead, your heart is like a Buddha's, and your life is difficult, so you can't protect yourself. The money was for the children. I don't ask for repayment, I don't ask for repayment. " The woman said, "My family didn't serve any tea, so how can I be taken advantage of by Master?" Farmer said, "I have been sent out of the family to be compassionate and compassionate, and kind thoughts to be kind. Benefactor, there's no need to say anymore. " He turned around and walked away.

The woman was deeply touched and quickly called out, "Master, please hold on!" Farmer had to stop and turn back. The woman kneeled down and kowtowed, "My children's lives are dependent on Master's help. My family will be grateful for it for the rest of our lives. Please leave your magic name behind. "Let's report it later." Farmer immediately said, "Sir, you don't need to ask. Quickly get on the brick bed and raise him." The woman said, "Master doesn't give her a name, nor does she keep this money." Ye Zichen picked up the silver and turned around to return the favor. "Your husband came back to ask and you said that the money was given to the children by Farmer of the Temple in Beijing," he said helplessly. The woman said: "For our generation, life is not worth mentioning; when a child grows up, life is bound to turn around. A person couldn't forget their kindness, so he asked. Master, take care. "

Farmer and the little Taoist came out into the street. Farmin said, "Never have I known the people to be so hungry. I won't be looking for food from now on. " "I would rather starve for a day," said the little Daoist. "I am familiar with this area," said Farmer. Wherever he passed by, he would be in the wilderness, occasionally having a small village. Away from the city, there is no shop for us to buy food. Let's just rely on the temple for a few days. "

The two of them walked about five kilometers before they reached a temple. "The lady may be referring to this temple," he said. The little Daoist looked around and said, "We can see three to five miles from here. There is no temple here anymore. She must be talking about this temple. " Both of them came to the front of the temple and knocked the door: "Excuse me!"

The people inside heard him and opened the door to take a look. Farmin saw that he was a young lama. Farmer started again. "Amitabha. The poverty-stricken monk is a monk from the Temple of Protecting the Nation in Beijing. He passed by Baofang in an attempt to satisfy his hunger with Fellow Taoist. I can still hold on when I'm hungry, but the little guy can't walk when he's hungry. "Could you help me out a bit, fellow daoist?" When the lama heard this, he said, "You don't have to be so polite, your excellency. It was a buddhist rule to get three liters of rice just by going into the temple. "Please come in!" The two of them entered the house. The lama continued, "Great deity children, please take a seat. I have porridge here for both of you to satisfy your hunger. "Wait a moment." Farmin said, "The soup of porridge is better than the royal feast for the hungry. Fellow Daoist, there is no need to be so courteous. "