Chapter 28 Whose father

In the carriage.

Lin Feng looked at the middle-aged man who was at a loss at the door strangely and couldn't help frowning.

Since entering the carriage, the middle-aged man has stood at the door and seemed to dare not take another step forward.

He held the small bag tightly in his arms and lowered his head. Since he came in, he looked up at Lin Feng twice in a row, but he didn't know why. He just took a look, but didn't say anything, as if he was brewing and sorting it out in his heart.

Lin Feng was originally a little confused about this person's identity. Seeing that he did not speak actively, Lin Feng simply didn't speak and looked at him carefully.

His appearance is the same as Bond said, and he is indeed very ordinary, with dark skin. From the perspective of sitting on the bed, he can also see some wrinkles on his forehead and cheeks.

His clothes were also simple, which could only be considered clean, but not neat. Lin Feng could even see some wrinkles from his clothes, and the middle-aged man seemed to have realized something. He covered the small bag in his arms with one hand tightly, and kept pulling on the clothes with the other hand, as if he wanted to hide those unsightly wrinkles.

His legs trembled slightly and looked a little nervous. All this fell into Lin Feng's eyes, making it difficult for Lin Feng to associate with the "hostile strong man". No matter how you look at it, you feel that he is an honest, ordinary, and even a bit dull farmer.

However, Lin Feng did not dare to take it lightly. It was not a solution to continue like this. As the owner of the carriage, Lin Feng could not just watch it. So he tried to ask: "...Sir, what do you call me?"

"I, sir, my name is Mour." The middle-aged man quickly answered Lin Feng, his voice a little hoarse, but he still lowered his head. After saying this, he seemed to have no idea what to say. He grabbed the bag in his arms with both hands, looking extremely nervous.

"Mr. Moore..." Lin Feng's tone was very light. He thought for a moment and said in a guided manner: "What's wrong with seeing me? Well... I heard from my subordinates that you seem to have something important to me..."

"No, no... it's not a entrusting me, I want to beg you... please..." Moore was anxious and interrupted Lin Feng without thinking too much. After saying this, he seemed to have no idea how to express his thoughts, so he could only shut his mouth again.

According to normal circumstances, interrupting the other person during a conversation between two unfamiliar people is an impatient and rude behavior, especially if you want others like Moore, it is undoubtedly a rude act! Of course, people with personality like Old Bart are not listed here.

However, Moore's interruption was an unintentional act, and he himself did not seem to realize that this was an impolite behavior. In addition, after he said this, his feet kept moving and retracting his feet, looking restless, which made Lin Feng feel that he was just a real farmer who had no scheming and simple and kind.

Seeing his appearance, Lin Feng pondered for a moment, suddenly narrowed his eyes and said tentatively: "If I tell you... it is a very impolite behavior to not look at others when you are talking to others, would you raise your head?"

Lin Feng deliberately said this sentence a little meaningful, and it fell into Muer's ears, which immediately made his face turn pale instantly. He didn't care about anything else, and quickly raised his head to face Lin Feng's gaze. Although he still dodged a little, at least, with Lin Feng's words, he obviously did not dare to look down at the floor anymore.

When Lin Feng saw Muer's behavior, he couldn't help but shake it again.

Are you really too careful? This middle-aged man named Moore doesn't look like a strong man... the rough and calloused hands, the shoes that have been washed countless times and have faded, and the pair of eyes that dodge but have deep begging, seemingly silently proof that he is indeed an ordinary farmer.

Thinking of this, Lin Feng took a breath, pointed to Chuck lying on the floor, and continued, "My subordinates had been to your farmland before and wanted to inquire about the situation here, but unfortunately, he was rejected by your indifference...

Of course, now I understand that you are also under the oppression of certain forces. If you are still worried about this, I can tell you very responsibly that you don’t need to have any scruples now... The guy lying on the ground is the leader of the other party, but I don’t want to lie to you. He is the only one of the group who is still alive, but he is already in a coma. I have other functions to keep his life."

Listening to Lin Feng's words, Muer's face changed a few times. When he followed Lin Feng's pointing and looked at Chuck on the ground, the expression on his face changed again. Then, without Lin Feng's expectations, Muer had some courage. He suddenly stepped forward and took two steps quickly, and then... he knelt down at Lin Feng with a "plop".

"Sir, please, please save our children!!"

Moore knelt down deeply, his voice sounded a little choked. As soon as he finished speaking, he seemed to remember something, and quickly placed the bag that had been hugging tightly in his arms on the ground in front of him, tremblingly stretched out two old hands full of calluses, and carefully untied the bag.

Then, he raised his head, his hoarse voice trembled, and his face was already covered with tears: "Sir, this is all the property collected by several of our farmers. Our children are innocent. Please save them!!!"

Lin Feng was startled by Muer's sudden actions, and even the moment Muer rushed forward, the idea of ​​taking out lightning flashed in his heart. Fortunately, this idea was forcibly suppressed by Lin Feng. Otherwise, Lin Feng would be sure that he would regret it for the rest of his life.

Although he had not yet figured out what was going on, the moment he saw the bag being opened by Moore, he couldn't help but feel sad.

I saw four strings of copper plates neatly placed in the small bag. The old and new ones were different, and some of them were even a little dipped in soil. On the edges of these copper plates, there were two sweet potatoes, one big and one small, but the smallest one was as big as an adult's two fists.

At this moment, Lin Feng couldn't help but say something in his mind: If you want to know the sincerity of this person, don't look at how much money he will give you, but how much weight he will take for him.

Lin Feng didn't know how much the annual income of an ordinary farmer in Talvo was, but when he thought of Moore's appearance tightly guarding his chest, he could guess a few points in his heart.

At close range, he looked at Moore, who was kneeling on the ground and crying in front of him, and looked at him trembling uncontrollably because he was too nervous and excited. He looked at the scar between his neck that was not obviously scarred, and his sincere, helpless, and begging eyes...

A profound question suddenly came to Lin Feng's heart: Who is his child? Whose father is he?

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