Bringing space back to the 1970s to develop rural areas

The moment the door opened, two fists flew out from inside.

The duo who pried the door open were unable to dodge and were hit hard.

The two men covered the places where they were hit, took a few steps back, and turned around before they could stand still.

"Alas, I am old after all." Uncle Ma stepped out of the door and sighed, "If I were young, you two little bastards would have no chance of standing after I threw this punch."

"Gravekeeper,"

It sounded so weird that Yang Qingdai frowned.

With such an obvious accent, how could Liu Anbang and the others not hear it?

Gravekeeper? What is that?

Yang Qingdai's mind was a mess. The author of the original book had thought too much.

How should she respond?

"I was wondering where these little bastards came from who dared to pick the lock here. It turns out it was you two little devils."

Yang Qingdai saw Uncle Ma take out a cigarette from his pocket, lit it with a match, and the cigarette butt flickered. "You should look for the gravekeeper in the grave. What do you mean by trying to pry open my door in the middle of the night?"

"You are the gravekeeper." This is an affirmative sentence.

Being able to find this place so accurately, it seems that these two people came prepared.

"Take us to find the treasure cave, and we will ensure that you live in peace and safety."

Yang Qingdai lay on the tree and stretched her neck to see who was talking, although she didn't know either of them.

"Bullshit," said Uncle Ma, in a powerful tone. "The blood of you two little devils is not enough for my sword to have a good meal."

He stretched out his hand and held a long knife across Uncle Ma's chest.

"Gravekeeper, don't refuse a toast and drink a penalty. No matter how sharp your knife is, it is not as fast as our bullets."

Damn, this little Japanese is really a template for moral decline.

Yang Qingdai took out a traditional bow from the space, put an arrow on it, pulled the string, and relying on the night vision goggles, she took the initiative.

Xiaodao only said that he couldn't kill the male and female protagonists with his own hands, but he didn't say that he couldn't be an anti-Japanese hero.

If she died at this moment, perhaps Yang Qingdai could start a new chapter in her Yang family tree.

aim,

"Hey~"

The arrow flew through the air and hit the man holding the wooden warehouse right in the heart.

"Who? Uh..."

While the other man was looking for the direction from which the arrow came, Uncle Ma swung his sword and the other man fell down before he could even open his mouth.

Uncle Ma put away his knife and stood in front of the door, as steady as a rock, waiting for her to show up.

The sounds of crickets and frogs were heard all around, and the leaves rustled in the night breeze.

In the end, Yang Qingdai, who was lying on the tree, was defeated first. She slid down the tree trunk with her bow and quiver on her back, and praised Uncle Ma with a smile: "Uncle Ma is full of energy and his skills are still sharp. He is a role model for our generation and a model for us to learn from."

After hearing the voice of the person coming and seeing her "fully armed" appearance, Uncle Ma put away his long knife and said unhappily, "You are so frivolous, come in."

"What about the two of them?"

You won't just leave it at the door overnight, will you?

Uncle Ma acted as if nothing had happened and said, "Go back and ask Wang Kangkang to come and collect the body later."

The team leader, who was sleeping soundly at home, was called out for no reason. He sneezed, rubbed his nose, turned over and continued to sleep.

As soon as the two entered the door, Granny Ma lit a kerosene lamp and came over.

"Hello, Granny Ma." Yang Qingdai greeted respectfully.

Ever since she knew that Granny Ma was a Taoist doctor, she often came to ask for advice.

Although they are not master and disciple in name, they are master and disciple in reality.

Otherwise, with her half-baked medical skills, she would never dare to give Chen Yu acupuncture or medicine.

Granny Ma teased her, "You are not sleeping at night, running into the mountains with a bow and arrow on your back. Aren't you afraid of being dragged back to the den by a wild boar and made his wife?"

"I think the wild boar must be worried that it will become meat in her mouth." Uncle Ma had a stern face. This girl should be taught a lesson.

"That's so daring. If that arrow had missed, you would have been riddled with them, you know?

It's dark at night, why are you trying to show off? I'm old, I won't lose if I kill one, and I'll definitely make money if I kill two.

Look at you, a little kid. If anything happens to you, how will your family live? "

Uncle Ma was a little scared.

If I failed at the first sign, I would have to curse at her dead body.

Granny Ma was standing by, looking at her with a look of disapproval.

Yang Qingdai was stunned, lowered her head and said: "I saw them pointing the wooden cannon at Uncle Ma, and I was anxious for a moment, so..."

"Okay, okay, why do you say such harsh words, you old man?" Seeing her like this, Granny Ma immediately softened her heart.

The main reason was that Yang Qingdai was usually willing to endure hardships in front of her, was studious, and very well-behaved. With this filter, she couldn't bear to see her sad. "Dai girl is also worried about your safety. Just say a few words to wake you up."

Uncle Ma snorted coldly, "Look at the situation outside. How are we going to tell Wang Kangkang in the morning? How are we going to explain this to the police?

It is said that this girl sleepwalked here in the middle of the night with a bow and arrow on her back? And she killed a little Japanese soldier while doing so?"

"This..." Granny Ma was a little embarrassed.

No matter who says this, it has no credibility.

Uncle Ma said arrogantly, "Old woman, go and pour three cups of tea in the dark room. You, follow me."

Granny Ma shook her head in amusement, it turned out that the old man had thought of a solution.

He pushed Yang Qingdai and said with a smile, "Go ahead and listen to Lao Ma."

Follow Uncle Ma to the dark room.

Although it is called a darkroom, it is not dark at all. Two rows of oil lamps flicker.

The two were facing a yellowed portrait hanging on the wall.

"Kneel down." Uncle Ma's voice and expression were serious, with a kind of captivating power.

Yang Qingdai involuntarily knelt down on both knees in front of the portrait.

Uncle Ma also knelt down on both knees and made a Tai Chi seal (Ziwu Jue) with his hands: "The tenth generation tomb keeper Ma Yunde now accepts Yang Qingdai as his apprentice. From now on, the tomb of Taizu will be guarded by the apprentice Yang Qingdai, and she can freely use all the items outside the tomb.

The eleventh-generation gravekeeper Yang Qingdai kowtowed and offered tea.

Yang Qingdai kowtowed blankly and offered tea.

Some vague fragments flashed through her mind, so fast that she couldn't catch them in time, and an inexplicable sense of familiarity surged in her heart.

Before she could react, a few old-fashioned bronze keys were handed to her.

The apprenticeship handover ceremony is so perfunctory?

So lack of ceremony?

His mouth was not controlled by his brain, and he blurted out: "Aren't you afraid that I will take the key and run away with all the treasure?"

"If you are this kind of person, then I, an old man, have made a mistake."

Uncle Ma grabbed her collar and walked out of the dark room.

"After you kneel down to the ancestor and take the key, you should call me master." Uncle Ma carried her to the plum blossom pile behind the house, "Go up."

"What?!" Yang Qingdai was stunned. "Me? Go up?"

In the dim moonlight, the sharp spikes under the wooden stakes gleamed coldly, making Yang Qingdai break out in a cold sweat.

He swallowed hard and said timidly: "Master, if I fall down, will I die?"

"Weren't you so brave just now? Weren't you thinking of running away with the treasure?" Uncle Ma lit up another cigarette for himself and said leisurely, "How come you don't even have the courage to climb the plum blossom pile now?

What a promise!

Tomorrow, when Wang Kangkang asks about it, just say that they are my disciples and met the two of them when they came to see me. Do you know?"