A generation of soldiers begins with Feng Yuxiu traveling through time and space with Xu Sanduo

Chapter 537 Murderous Intent in the Dead of Night

In a rural village in a county under Xianyang, Shaanxi, the dirt road is still covered with mud from a few days ago.

Feng Yuxiu had been on the train for two days and then on a tractor for most of the day. His bones were about to fall apart when he finally arrived at his destination.

Before coming, he asked the military for Xu Baishun's address.

Everyone from Xia Rongshu Village moved here, and their household registration information has been completely changed.

The fact that three formidable soldiers of elite rank emerged from a single village demonstrates the nation's genuine concern for the families of military personnel.

"Baishun! You old codger, you're already this age, you're not short of money, why are you still carrying a hoe and messing around like this?"

Cheng Cai's father leaned against the white wall of the new rural village and shouted at the figure not far away, "What doesn't the government give us? Food, water and electricity are all free, can't you just sit still for a while and come play a couple of games of chess with me?"

Xu Baishun spat, slammed his hoe on the ground, kicking up a layer of dirt: "What do you know! If a farmer leaves the land, is he still a farmer? I think you've been in the city too long and forgotten your roots!"

"Yes, yes, I've forgotten my roots, but you haven't!"

Cheng Cai's father curled his lip, "You're an old man, what if you hurt your back again? Your Yi Le finally gave you a big, healthy grandson, why don't you hurry up and hold your grandson instead of just busying yourself with other things!"

The village chief slowly stood up, took out a pack of good cigarettes, and handed them to the two men: "When you get old, don't cause trouble for your children, or you'll become a nuisance."

"Hey, what do you know!"

Xu Baishun glared at him, "I have three sons. Even if one of them doesn't care about me, the other two will still take good care of me! Unlike you, your son hasn't been back to the village for years, has he? He can't even hold a grandson!"

As usual, the two started arguing as soon as they opened their mouths.

Xu Erhe squatted not far away, playing with his precious motorcycle in his hand, a cigarette dangling from his mouth, his cheeks puffing out.

This village is special; people aren't allowed to leave unless it's absolutely necessary. His entrepreneurial spirit has long since been worn away.

Fortunately, Xu Baishun had made a lot of money in his business in previous years, and the government covered everything for him. He didn't have to pay for electricity and water, and he received a monthly grain allowance, so he lived a comfortable life.

In the village, only Wu Liu's family, Cheng Cai's family, and Xu Baishun's family stood the straightest.

Everyone in the village knows that if these families' sons hadn't been successful, they wouldn't have been able to enjoy this blessing.
Not only do they not have to pay grain taxes, but the village also reserves land for them to cultivate if they want, or they can rest if they don't. This truly reflects the saying: choice is more important than effort.

"Old Xu, if you can speak properly, then speak; if you can't, then shut your mouth!"

The village chief was humiliated by the retort. "So what if you have three sons? My Cheng Cai is a military officer now, he's incredibly successful! And yours? Your eldest and second sons are here with you, but your third son hasn't been heard from in years, who knows where he is... tsk tsk tsk..."

These words struck a nerve with Xu Baishun, and his eyes immediately reddened. He picked up his hoe and charged at the village chief, yelling, "Say that again, you fucking idiot!"

The village chief was so frightened that he quickly backed away, frantically pointing behind Xu Baishun: "No, don't do it! Look who's that? That looks like your Sanduo!"

Xu Baishun was furious and wouldn't listen to anything else; he didn't even stop walking.

Just then, Xu Er, who was squatting on the ground, dropped the cigarette from his mouth. He suddenly stood up, staring intently at the end of the village road, his whole body frozen in place.

Xu Baishun then realized something was wrong, turned his head to look, and was instantly stunned.

The young man walking along the village road had dark, shiny skin and was much stronger than before. His face no longer showed the timidity he used to have, and his eyes were as cold as ice, exuding a ruthless aura that kept strangers at bay.

Who else could it be but Xu Sanduo?
……

"Erhe! Hurry up and stew the pheasant we caught yesterday so your brother can have a taste!"

Xu Baishun paced back and forth in the yard, his voice still as loud as ever, but his eyes were somewhat evasive.

He had always been the undisputed head of the household, but now, looking at his son, he felt a strange sense of estrangement.

A few years ago, if this kid had dared to look him in the eye like that, he would have slapped him across the face.

But now, he felt a little scared and even felt uncomfortable standing.

Xu Erhe, with a cigarette dangling from his lips, deftly poured oil into the wok, the sizzling sound of the stir-fry somewhat mitigating the awkwardness.

Xu Yile stood in the corner of the courtyard, with a slightly plump woman beside him. She had wavy hair and was holding a toddler who looked at Feng Yuxiu with wide, round eyes.

Feng Yuxiu sat on a stool in the living room, looking around at the newly built house.

Compared to the mud-brick houses in Xia Rongshu Village, this place is simply paradise.

You no longer have to squat in a drafty outhouse to use the toilet, where the mountain wind at night dries the poop on your buttocks, making it sting when you poop.

"What's your name?" Feng Yuxiu's gaze fell on the child, his voice softer than it had been in the army.

Xu Baishun quickly came over, his face beaming: "Call him Xu Kaiqiang! I hope he can be more cheerful and stronger!"

He paused, then added, "When your older brother gave birth, I wanted to tell you, but I had no idea where you were..."

After he finished speaking, the courtyard fell silent again.

For so many years, this son has been away, while the other two sons have stayed by his side. After so long, when they suddenly met again, Xu Baishun felt a little guilty and didn't know what to say for a moment.

Feng Yuxiu nodded, picked up the enamel mug on the table, took a sip of tea, and turned to look at Xu Erhe, who was stirring the wok by the kitchen door: "Second brother isn't married yet?"

Xu Baishun sighed and sat down on the bench: "That son of a bitch, he insists on waiting until you get married before he gets married. He said if he gets married first, you'll feel uncomfortable when you come back to the house with two strangers."

Feng Yuxiu paused, his hand holding the enamel mug. He felt a warm sensation in his heart, as if something had struck him.

He had always felt that the affection within Xu Baishun's family was hidden in their bickering and silence, but now he realized that their care was already ingrained in their very bones.

"The food is ready, everyone, please eat."

Xu Erhe wiped his hands on his body and greeted him.

Xu Yile, true to his taciturn nature, plopped down and began to devour his rice. His wife, however, seemed a little annoyed, nudging him from behind.

Xu Yile pretended not to see it and continued eating.

Xu Baishun was about to get angry, but then he felt it was inappropriate and forced himself to hold back.

"Eat up, everyone. Eat up, everyone."

Seeing the home-cooked dishes, Feng Yuxiu, who had been traveling for several days, was actually quite hungry.

Xu Erhe didn't eat either; he stood outside the living room, smoking and puffing away.

Last time in Xia Rongshu Village, in order to prevent Feng Yuxiu from being thoroughly investigated by those thugs, he planned to kill his elder brother.

He disliked Xu Yile from the very beginning; all he saw was lust, gluttony, and a lack of familial affection.

He didn't even care much about his son.

Xu Erhe felt that this person had a personality defect, and since there was already a child in the family, he was afraid that if he interfered, everyone in the house would scatter.

After eating and drinking his fill, Xu Baishun rubbed his hands together, lit a cigarette, and asked, "How long are you staying this time?"

Feng Yuxiu calculated, "It should take a few days."

"Alright, alright, you haven't come back for years. Spend some more time with our family these next few days."

Feng Yuxiu didn't reply, but stood up on his own and said, "I'll take a walk."

Xu Baishun smiled and nodded.

On the field embankment outside the village, Feng Yuxiu stood looking at Xu Erhe in front of him.

Xu Erhe was still the same as he was six years ago, except now his eyes were more composed.

Unlike six years ago, when I would panic at the thought of my future.

“A few years ago I told you to buy Moutai stock. After some time you can cash out, and it will be quite profitable. Of course, what I mean is if you don’t need money now, just keep it. If you hold it for more than ten years, it will be enough to make you live a comfortable life.”

Xu Erhe didn't listen, he just grunted in response.

He couldn't help Feng Yuxiu at all right now, and he didn't even know what they had in common to talk about.

He had less experience than Feng Yuxiu, and over the years, besides making a living, he had been saving money for fun.

Feng Yuxiu keenly sensed this and didn't say anything more.

"Is there any trouble at home?"

"No," Xu Erhe replied briefly.

Feng Yuxiu remained silent for a moment and then nodded.

As expected, there's nothing left to say. What is there to say?

“You’re more successful than me. This is all I’ll ever be. It’s an honor for our family to have your father, but my second brother is no match for you.”

Xu Erhe's face clearly had more wrinkles; he was thirty-three years old now.

"Do you remember what I said six years ago in Xia Rongshutian Dam? This village can be turned around with just one cigarette. I didn't want to live like that. Now it seems that living like this is pretty good. I'm getting old and don't want to make a fuss anymore. Okay, I'm going to change the oil on my motorcycle."

Xu Erhe seemed to never share these innermost thoughts with anyone; deep down, he accepted reality.

Feng Yuxiu didn't say much. Now that he had seen Xu Baishun's family and their happy family, he felt relieved.

Night fell. Feng Yuxiu lay on the kang (a heated brick bed) and began to execute the trajectory of the Ape Strike Technique.

He felt a warm current churning in his abdomen, and the extremely comfortable feeling made him straighten his body.

Without the stinging pain or extreme physical torment, he felt somewhat unaccustomed for a while.

In the latter half of the night, he drifted off to sleep.

The quiet village was only occasionally broken by the barking of dogs.

Woohoo!

Suddenly, a short, sharp howl rang out, abruptly ending abruptly.

Feng Yuxiu opened his eyes instantly. He walked out of the room and stood in the courtyard, staring intently at the sound that had just come from inside.

The sound was abnormal; it sounded like someone had broken the neck of a dog that was about to bark, which was why the sound stopped abruptly and became rapid.

Would the villagers kill a dog in the middle of the night?

dong dong dong.

Seven men dressed in dark clothes passed by the village entrance, walking very quietly and slowly.

Each person carried a homemade gun, and the moonlight flashed by, revealing the patterns on their wrists.

It was a tattoo of a scorpion.

Poisonous scorpions in the Amazon rainforest.

(End of this chapter)