"Big mountains, big mountains...my son..."

Everyone looked around and saw an old woman rushing towards her anxiously. This person was none other than Yan Dashan's wife, Po Yan.

Yan Po is old, thin, with gray hair. The wrinkles on her face are as deep as ravines, and her figure is obviously stooped... She is leaning on a wooden crutch, and she is coming here with one step at a time. She is running very fast...

This action seems a bit funny. If it were in another situation, such as on the stage, Yan Po's "performance" would definitely make people laugh.

However, Yan Dashan, the tea farmers present, and even the group of naughty little kids looked at the old Yan Po, and none of them had any "funny" thoughts.

With tears in his eyes, Yan Dashan quickly dropped everything and ran towards Yan Po. He was a pure and filial man. Now that mother and son met, how could he bear to let her run over to see him? He should have knelt down and crawled forward...

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Mother and son finally meet.

Yan Dashan held his mother's hands, feeling as thin as firewood. He slowly raised his eyes and saw that Yan Po's hair was full of hair. There were more gray hairs than two years ago, and the wrinkles on his face were deeper than two years ago...

Yan Dashan felt a pain in his heart, and finally couldn't hold back the tears in his eyes and fell down.

A man won't shed tears easily.

Thinking of his mother, who is getting older, and his relatives and friends who are being bullied, the tenderness in Yan Dashan's heart is like a sharp stab, like a knife gouging a sword, and it hurts to the bone...

Dragons have reverse scales, but Yan Dashan does not have the ability to "die if touched". He resists, he fights, but the final result is that he goes to jail...

The meeting between mother and son was naturally particularly touching, and the tea farmers who were watching were also deeply touched. Some of them even had a soft heart and quietly turned their backs, secretly wiping their tears...

"It's good to be back, it's good to be back!" Yan Po already knew the reason why Yan Dashan was released from prison a whole month early, but at this time, Yan Po was so happy that she didn't care about it anymore, and pulled Yan Dashan towards the village:

"Da Shan, you have been in that prison for two years. You won't be able to eat good food. Whatever you want to eat, my mother will cook it for you..." Yan Po said, suddenly remembered something, and asked the onlookers beside her.

Several women shouted: "Second Aunt Huang, Aunt Hua, and Sangu Liu, please prepare a brazier and place it at the door so that the mountain can pass through and drive away bad luck."

"Okay!" Aunt Huang, Aunt Hua, and Aunt Liu quickly agreed and immediately went down to prepare the brazier.

"Mother, don't worry for now." Yan Dashan pulled Yan Po and forced a smile, "Mother, my son has brought back a big traitor this time. This traitor's evil deeds are comparable to those of tea merchants and government officials. My son specially

Catch him and let me do whatever I want!"

"Oh." Po Yan smiled when she heard this, "Okay, I will use this thief to vent my anger on the mountain today!"

"Okay! Speak up for Dashan!"

"Hit him, beat him. It will give vent to Dashan and also give vent to tea farmers like me!"

Immediately, the tea farmers who were watching responded one after another. As Yan Po and Yan Dashan walked towards the human-shaped sack, the excited tea farmers had already grabbed it. The human-shaped sack twisted violently, and a certain irritable tea farmer punched it.

, the "big traitor" in the sack suddenly curled up like a shrimp and became motionless.

These tea farmers were excited. They shouted "beat him" and "beat him". This was not just for fun.

Thinking about normal times, if they encounter tea merchants and government servants who are alone, the tea farmers will definitely catch them. Although they will not beat them to death, a beating is inevitable.

Therefore, every time the tea merchants came to collect tea, they brought many people with them. Although the tea farmers were irritable, they were suppressed and did not dare to move.

If there are fewer tea merchants or government officials coming, the tea farmers will try to resist. For example, last time when Zhu Xiuyuan and his party came to find Yan Po, they almost had a fight with the tea farmers who were holding poles and other weapons.

Yan Po: "Take off the sack!"

Yan Po and Yan Dashan stood one foot away, facing the "big traitor" who was caught by the tea farmers.

"Okay!" A tea farmer agreed, untied the rope on the sack, grabbed both sides of the sack, and pulled it down hard.

Yan Dashan heard the sound of breathing, but he didn't pay attention to it. Instead, he was very proud, "Mom, my son is telling you, this big traitor is really bad. After my son was released from prison, he heard people say that he harmed us.

The tea garden is even busier... Normal tea picking is not enough, he also wants us to pick the buds with only one leaf alone..."

Yan Dashan spoke with saliva flying around, as if a child who took the initiative to do a good deed was asking for credit from his parents, and was so proud of himself. Yan Po's strangeness and the sound of breathing were all selectively ignored by Yan Dashan. Now he

I'm so eager to show off my merits that I really can't understand much.

However, even so, Yan Dashan finally discovered that his mother's face was gradually turning livid, because it was too obvious. The faint smile on Yan Po's wrinkled face that was happy for her son to come home was like molten iron suddenly being cold.

Like, instantly solidified.

Then Yan Po's face turned from livid to gloomy, as gloomy as the sky full of dark clouds, like the ink in the inkstone!

Yan Dashan's voice gradually became softer, and he had a premonition that something was wrong. In addition to the abnormal expression on his mother's face, he finally noticed that the excited shouts and shouts of the tea farmers seemed to be getting weaker and weaker, and finally they were a little louder.

There was no sound anymore, it was eerily quiet.

Yan Dashan looked at Po Yan, whose face was terrifyingly gloomy, and then at the tea farmers whose mouths were wide enough to stuff an egg in. He swallowed and asked tentatively: "Mother?"

Yan Po turned her head following the sound and stared blankly at Yan Dashan. Her cloudy eyes seemed to have no focus, as if she had seen something extremely shocking and impossible... Although Yan Po was still calm at this time, her

In the depths of his eyes, a little bit of starlight flickered, which was a fire of monstrous rage.

Yan Dashan frowned and shouted again: "Mom, and you... what's wrong with you?"

Yan Dashan's words ignited the fuse of the cannonball.

The corners of Yan Po's mouth began to twitch to a degree invisible to the naked eye. At the same time, her eyes stood up, and the monstrous anger in the depths of her eyes erupted like a fountain...

Yan Dashan hurriedly shrank his neck and looked blank. He didn't know why I was angry.

Yan Po's slightly old body trembled like a rocker, causing her voice that was as cold as an ice cave to tremble as well: "Treason! You...you...kneel down!"

thump!

Yan Dashan bent his knees and immediately knelt down facing Yan's mother. Although Yan Dashan didn't understand why my mother asked him to kneel down, "Mom, what happened?" Yan Dashan looked up at his mother with a confused look on his face.

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"You traitor!" Po Yan was so angry that her whole body trembled, and even the wooden crutch she was leaning on began to tremble, "If you don't kneel to me, turn around and kneel to him!" Po Yan pointed behind Yan Dashan.

Yan Dashan turned around to look, and happened to meet the eyes of the man who was half-wrapped in a sack and whom he had captured and regarded as a "big traitor".

This person is none other than Zhu Xiuyuan.

A great benefactor in the words of Po Yan and other tea farmers!

The great benefactor who once planned to build a shrine for me!

They were actually captured by Yan Dashan as a traitor who oppressed them, and they were tied up like this and put in a sack...

Yanpo and the other tea farmers were completely stunned. To them, this kind of impact was no less than throwing the revered Buddha statue into a manure pit... What a blasphemy!

Such an act of blasphemy made Yan Po and the others forget about it, and Zhu Xiuyuan was still in a very embarrassed state at this time.

Zhu Xiuyuan's hair was scattered, his face and clothes were dirty, with dirt, dust, grass roots and leaves. There was also an obvious shoe print on his face, and a ball of cloth was stuffed in his mouth.

The tea farmer who untied the rope of the sack did not completely drag Zhu Xiuyuan out of the sack. He was still covered in the sack from his abdomen down.
Chapter completed!