Sucking the wolf's milk, Lei Zhen grew up day by day. By the time he was thirteen, Lei Zhen had grown up 170 cm tall. The prey sent to the door every now and then gave his body enough nutrition, making him look stronger than any child in the village. When he stood there, many people would unconsciously treat him as an adult, but at the same time, everyone thought that Lei Zhen was the most useless among all the children in the entire village!

He had lost his son once and brought him back to him again. After such big twists and turns, Lei Zhen's mother's care for his son has reached a level of doting.

Other children will work with their parents in the fields when they are six or seven years old. When they are eleven or twelve, they will be able to withstand half of the strong labor at home. However, Lei Zhen will not even use a sickle or a hoe until he is thirteen years old.

Lei Zhen's mother raised a few hens that lay eggs. The eggs born by the people in the mountains were not willing to eat them unless they were sick, during festivals or during confinement. They saved up the eggs and waited until the peddler who was walking around the streets and alleys carrying a burden to come to this small mountain village. The villagers here could use the eggs at home to exchange some needles, thread, brain, oil, salt, sauce, vinegar and other things from the peddler.

In the entire mountain village, only Lei Zhen can eat eggs every day. Lei Zhen's mother can always find ways to get some oil, fry a poached egg for Lei Zhen every day, and sprinkle some soy sauce for seasoning on it. For people in the mountain village, this is definitely a delicious food that they may not be able to taste even during the Chinese New Year.

So every night, when Lei Zhen was having supper, there would always be a group of children sucking their noses hard in front of their window, looking at the bowl of Lei Zhen. Sometimes Lei Zhen would use chopsticks to pick up a small poached egg and throw it out the window. There would be a sound of fighting or even fighting outside the window. At this time, Lei Zhen would smile proudly, and then sit at the dining table and suck the nose gently, but never eat the poached egg, and make a face.

In Lei Zhen's heart, the poached egg is of course his exclusive power. As for whether he eats it himself or makes the guys lying on the window scatter like an artist playing monkey, that is even more his own choice. Otherwise, why did the second sister secretly take a few eggs and exchange a few rolls of colorful silk threads with the peddler, and then he was slapped hard by his mother?

Such a guy who is really spoiled by me and is obviously a second-rate guy. Which family is willing to marry her daughter and make her suffer for the rest of her life?

Even if he uses the most commonly used relatives among people in the mountains, no one wants to change his relatives. It is because of Lei Zhen that Lei Zhen's elder sister is already eighteen years old and looks so graceful. She has a gentle and charming personality, but she still has not found her husband's family. Lei Zhen, who has always understood this kind of thing, once said to his elder sister: "Sister, as long as you always treat me well, I will marry you in the future."

After hearing Lei Zhen's words, Lei Zhen's elder sister could only shake her head and smile bitterly. After a long time, she stretched out her finger and tapped her gently on Lei Zhen's forehead, sighing: "You, you're really spoiled by your mother!"

Lei Zhen just smiled. He is my mother's only son. I will rely on him to support him in the future to see him off. Who else can I spoil him if I don't spoil him?

Of course, Lei Zhen is not doing nothing all day long. Lei Zhen's mother found a master for Lei Zhen. This master could use guns. Although his gunshots were ordinary and he was not even good at performing skills, under his mother's insistence, Lei Zhen still worshipped this master.

The reason is very simple. Lei Zhen grabbed a "gun" when he was passing the full moon. Since he was destined to be with the gun in his life, it would be much better to let him learn about the red tassel and the long spear than to join the army and use a musket as cannon fodder for rich people on the battlefield?

The master's shooting skills are not very good, but his temper is very strange. He actually lives in a mountain nest a few miles away from the village. In other words, every time Lei Zhen goes to learn art, he has to walk a few miles of mountain road. For martial arts practitioners, such passive training is also a good choice.

Of course, this is not difficult for Lei Zhen. Every time he goes to learn skills, he will call his second sister and ask her to carry him on his back. If the second sister hadn't put a "gun" made of corn stalk on the kang when he was grabbing gifts for the full moon, and by chance he was caught in his hand, how could he have traveled to such a mountain road to learn any bullshit with a fundamentally flashy master?!

Looking at Lei Zhen, a half-old man who is taller and stronger than an adult, who is lying on his second sister who looks too thin, and walks through the street proudly. Sometimes, he will pat his second sister on the shoulder like a general sitting on a tall horse and make a sound of "Ji, Jia, Jia" in his mouth, and everyone in the village will shake their heads secretly.

“Well…”

Lei Zhen suddenly reached out and grabbed his second sister's hair, signaled her to "stop", and then jumped down from his second sister's back. In the only place in the village that could be regarded as a gathering venue, there were already a few circles of people. Needless to ask, it was the peddler who would come to Walang Village with a cargo load every few months.

Lei Zhen opened his voice to the peddler who was surrounded by a group of people while fanning with a straw hat while talking about something, shouting: "Brother Zhang, have you brought you some good stories this time?"

Everyone in the village knows that the peddler's surname is Zhang. Every time he comes to Walang Village with a shelf, he will ask the villagers for a bowl of water after finishing his business, and tell everyone about what happened in the outside world. In this small mountain village that is almost isolated from the world, such a peddler who only visits every few months has become the most direct channel for mountain people to understand the outside world.

Relying on his tall and strong body, he often threw small pieces of poached eggs out of the window, Lei Zhen carefully pushed away the children around him and squeezed directly into the innermost. Brother Zhang nodded slightly to Lei Zhen and continued to talk about his topic. Lei Zhen listened for a while before he understood that a group of robbers called Easterners had entered!

"They all grow so tall..." Brother Zhang reached out and gestured to an exaggerated height, and then he rounded with his hands, forming a circle as big as a pancake. "Orients all look green-faced and fangs, and a bloody mouth. But the iron pot behind each of them is only so big."

Looking at the shape of the iron pot that Brother Zhang gestured, Lei Zhen couldn't help but widen his eyes, "No, these iron pots used by the Japanese are too small, right? Even if I don't eat enough, let's talk about it, they don't have to take the blame for everyone, right?"

"Hey, you've got the point now!"

Brother Zhang stared at his eyes and said, "If those Japanese really can afford to use the big pot and eat enough every day, will they run to us? They cook and grab them everywhere, and everyone takes the blame. Why? Isn't it just to grab food and make it easy to cook?!"

Everyone around Brother Zhang nodded repeatedly and accepted Brother Zhang's seemingly reasonable explanation.

"I also heard a secret," said Mr. Zhang, a mysterious expression appeared on his face. He looked around and looked around. He bent down until he aroused everyone's curiosity. He bent down and covered his mouth with a straw hat. He lowered his voice and said, "It is said that these Eastern people are humans during the day and ghosts at night, so many people call them ghosts. In order to facilitate commanding these ghosts at night, those corpse-drivers also made some sun flags. As long as they raise these flags at night, those ghosts will be obedient when they see the sun flag and think it is still during the day, and they will be honest and obedient, and let them go wherever they go. Remember, if you see such ghost flags in the future, how far they will be and how far they will go!"

Lei Zhen stared at his big eyes and asked carefully: "But there are always some smart ghosts. What if they are not deceived?"

"This is easy to deal with. Do you think people didn't expect this kind of thing?!"

Brother Zhang slapped his hands hard, then stretched out his hand to show a very terrifying length, and said, "Those corpse-drivers not only had guns on their bodies, but also specially brought such a knife. It is said that they still hired a Emperor and other things in a shrine. Alas, I can't explain this. It's probably a person like the Maoshan Taoist priest Zhang Tianshi who had specially made talismans under light. If they see a ghost who doesn't obey the orders and pull out the knife and "click", they will cut off the disobedient ghosts. This way, killing chickens and monkeys will make the ghosts honest if they kill more times."
Chapter completed!