After the old man Zheng learned of the tragedy of the little people, he was not eager to save them, but calmed down and began to think about countermeasures.

I actually don’t understand.

This old man is also a hat villager, received education and living environment, are similar to other villagers, why would he have such a consciousness?

Would you rather go to help a foreigner than stand on the side of your village... What does he think?

Of course, I’m not saying his decision was wrong, just a little...

A little surprised!

“Old Zheng, do you think it’s worth it for these little people to play for their lives?”The old man seemed to come with me and asked carefully, “These little people have such deep feelings with you?”

“No.”The old man said very directly, "But I have to save them."

“Why?”Grandfather stood still.

“My father said that the inhabitants of the country are very simple, they do not know what is bad, and they have never seen the real bad.”Old man Zheng said this, the expression is very serious, as if back to the childhood to listen to his father's words, a solemn said: "I do not want them to think that the world is bad people, do not want to follow Zheng Lao San together as a brute... I am a human!" 」

As soon as the voice fell, Zheng Lao was excited, pointing at himself, looking at us doubtfully.

“As a normal person, shouldn’t you choose to save them?”

“If you were to meet this situation, would your choice be different from mine?”

Old man Zheng looked at us very complicated, it seems that with some despair and confusion, it is completely unexpected that we will ask him these questions.

"Don't be excited, we're just curious, because in this age, there are not many good people like you..."

Hearing this, the old man was a little calmer.

Now I can understand his feelings, really, in the eyes of those villagers, just like I am in the eyes of outsiders, the same are alien.

I can play for the villagers in Wangshan Village, and he can play for the little people who have never known him.

At this point, I do have a feeling for him.

“How did you get them out?”Grandpa asked.

“The few days when they were taken back to the village, I stopped particularly, I didn’t dare to hit the grass and start the snake, and even my head didn’t dare to show it...” Zheng Lao sighed deeply: “I waited for half a month, I found an opportunity to approach the shed.”

“The shed?”

“It’s a shed for raising a little man.”Old man Zheng explained: "The shed was originally used to raise chickens and ducks, and then the chickens and ducks were sick and died, and they were empty until the little people were caught in..."

I have to say that the old man is indeed a tough man, his next story, let the old man look at him.

It all has to start from the night of ten years ago.

After making full preparations, Zheng did not hesitate, even if he also knew that he was old and could not be compared to the young man, but he resolutely went to the other side of the shed and planned to save the young people.

The villagers of Hat Village, since they have eaten the little human flesh, their brains are not as good as one day, and the bestity seems to occupy their brains.

Tmall, impulsive and irritable, these are the after-effects of eating small human flesh.

Unlike the side effects of the force becoming larger, these after-effects are not resolved, that is to say.

"Little flesh has turned them step by step into brutes."The old man said word for word, and there was a kind of sadness in his eyes: "This life will not come back."

That night, when old Zheng rushed to the shed, the people in the village were basically asleep, and every household came out with a huge purr.

Hearing these sounds, Zheng Lao dared to relax, and the stone hanging in his heart was also slightly released.

"From my house to the shed, I didn't find eyeliner along the way, maybe they were too relieved, after all, the village is in the deserted mountains, where will there be thieves to steal it?" 」

“Old man, are the people in your village bad head?”Seven treasure very active handed him a cigarette, full of doubtful questions: "Afraid of thieves and afraid of thieves, afraid of thieves, are not the people in the village have two hearts?"“Who doesn’t want to steal a little guy and eat it?”

“No.”Old Zheng said with certainty: "No one wants to, no one dares, the village chief's words are bigger than anyone else, he said to keep the point, that is absolutely no one dare to move."

“Don’t you worry about stealing?”Grandfather asked.

“People have become animals, how can I think so much?”The old man laughed.

According to him, until he reached the shed and opened the iron cage that held the little man, all went well.

There was no fork in the middle, no accident, and no one saw it.

"I know that if the little ones run away, I must be the first to be suspected."Old man Zheng smiled: "Even if the people in the village are stupid, they can think of it, so I am not going to stay in the village, and I have brought my luggage with me that night, intending to run into the mountain from the side of the shed, and then go all the way to the mountain..."

“Sounds like you’re going pretty well...” Grandpa would look at him suspiciously: “After that, you ran into the city?”“Starting to sell?”

The old man was silent for a moment, shook his head, and said no.

"Those little men seem to be able to distinguish between good and evil, and know who is good to them and who wants to be bad for them."Old Zheng smiled a little bitterly, and there was a kind of unbearable look back on his face: "When they were released by me, none of them ran around me, all cheered around me, laughing and jumping... more festive than the New Year!"

Old man Zheng said that the voice of a small person is small, but what if it is a group of small people?

Their laughter was already a little sharp, mixed together, that kind of laughter more and more harsh, in the silence of the night, it is just how much abruptness.

Old man Zheng is not stupid, look at this situation, even dare not think, carrying luggage to greet these little people to run.

"The nearest to the shed is Zheng Laosan, and the most small meat was eaten during that time, and Zheng Lao San..."

"When he came running at me on all fours, his eyes were shining, like the wolf in the mountains, the green light looked at the particularly bruises..."

Speaking of which, the old man paused and sighed again.

"As soon as the little people saw the third one coming, they ran without saying a word, and the brute, the attention was not on me, casually tickled my paw, and turned around to catch the little man..."

"He doesn't care you?" said Seven Bao, "you are the real murderer, how can he not care about you?"

"Hungry mad dog, will only go to grab food and rescue, where is me in the eyes?" 」The old man laughed bitterly and continued to tell us.

Being caught by Zheng Lao San's brute, Zheng Laoqiang must also be afraid, saying that he is not afraid of death must be false, if he is caught back in this way, nine out of ten must be buried in the mountains to fill the soil.

"Those little people ran too scattered, I can only barely save a dozen..."

The old man said, his face was full of guilt.

"From Hat Village to the outside of the mountain, I walked for a full day, probably because of the illness, a group of small people died first, which is normal..." Zheng said as if to himself: "They were injured before being locked into an iron cage, the after-effects of smoking have always been, almost every once in a while will cough, and finally cough up blood..."

Almost everyone here understands.

In the end, only the two survived.The rest are dead?”Grandpa asked.

The old man said, without speaking.

“Old Zheng, I have a kind of no invitation, I don’t know if you want to...”

The old man smiled, with some doubts in his eyes, and looked at old Zheng and asked him, “You said that you were scratched by Zheng Lao San, how hard is that?”

"The skin is open, and I've broken two of my ribs."

“Can you show me?”Grandpa asked again.

Old man Zheng seemed to know what he was thinking, smiled and did not speak, and simply lifted his clothes and exposed the wound to the ribs in the air.

It was a very obvious scratch, a total of five, which should have been scratched out by the hand.

Even after so many years, these scars did not disappear, each one like a worm on the skin, bulging out part of the outside, looking extremely dazzling.

The most difficult thing for us to ignore is the ribs of the old man who squish down a little.

Bones are supposed to be almost healed, but eight out of ten are long crooked...

"Don't go."Grandfather said.

“What?”The old man paused, some did not react: "Didn't you let me go without saying it?"

"Don't worry, I'm not trying to hurt you."

The old man smiled and patted him on the shoulder.

“You’re a man, so this bone... I have to help you right!”