C954 Luo Huo returned to his hometown (1/2)
The golden autumn of the North China Plains was a golden color. Now was the time to sow winter wheat. The fields were filled with ploughed farmland, and the endless fields were filled with the shadows of people working as hard as they could.
Ten years was long enough, to the point where not a single child would be able to recognize Luo Huo, a villager. On a wild jujube by the side of the dirt road, a bunch of useless children were prostrating themselves on the biggest branch and prodding the topmost jujube with bamboo poles.
”Stinky brat, sit down. Watch me …” Luo Huo became childish and ran a little, then kicked the jujube tree trunk with his foot. His strength almost knocked the child down from the tree branch with a kick. (Tl: Ziza = Ziza = Ziza = ZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ)))
The red dates were falling down like rain, smashing the children into a mess. However, every one of them were dancing with excitement, desperately picking them up with their butts sticking out.
”Big Brother …” Where are you from? Where are you from? ” The child with a jujube stuffed in his mouth whined as he asked.
”I'm not from where, I'm from Luo Jia Village!” Luo Huo laughed.
”You're lying, why haven't we seen you before? We don't have a big guy as tall as you in our village... Why are you as tall as a jujube tree? ”
's uncle pulled him, ”Alright, stop teasing the children, we're right in front of the village entrance … How about you think about it? I feel that such an official is too ruthless. ”
Luo Huo rolled his eyes at his uncle. ”No matter how powerful they are, there's no way they can do it! ”If I don't make up for the loss of face for my father this time, then from today onwards, I will write backwards in reverse …”
”Ah?” Little Fire! You can read? How can you read? When did you learn to read? ”
”Shh …” Lower your voice! Why can't I read? Don't even mention knowing how to read, I can still write. I can even read essays.
When the word 'ten years' was spoken, a slightly older child suddenly woke up and said, ”Ah?” Are you third uncle's brother Huo? There was only one person in the village who hadn't been home for ten years! ”It must be you …”
Without waiting for Luo Huo to admit it, the child shouted out, ”Brother Fire, you're home …” Third uncle's family's Brother Fire has returned … ”Brother Fire, who has left home for ten years, has returned …”
The roar was not loud, all the people who were working in the surrounding fields straightened up, some of them even put down what they were doing, and quickly walked over to surround Luo Huo.
”It's really Little Fire? You unfilial son, why don't you go home for ten years? ”Eat your second grandpa's mouth …” The oldest second grandpa gave him a slap on the face and then burst into tears.
General Luo Huo who had followed Xiao Letian in killing a few times in the mountains of corpses and seas of blood did not dare to dodge at all.
”Brat, you've returned. Your parents and sister have had a hard time these past few years. If your mother had nothing to do, then she'd just cry. Your sister even missed you when she got married …”