Winter is getting deeper and deeper, even in Dongyang County, which is surrounded by mountains and has a warm climate, you can still feel the coldness of winter. On this day, there was a heavy snowfall in the sky, which immediately dyed the inside and outside of Dongyang City white.
After the mountains around Dongyang are covered with thick white snow, they look very beautiful.
There is a small single bamboo forest growing on a small pond outside the city. Even in this severe winter, the bamboo exudes amazing vitality and is green.
Single bamboo is small and tough, and it is a good material for fishing rods.
Chen Guhong was sitting on a small bench, holding a hatchet, and was repairing a single bamboo. Eliminate the branches and leaves, leaving only the branches. Today, he was wearing a thick winter coat and a thick cloak. The heavy snow fell on him, and it turned into water droplets in an instant, wetting his clothes.
But Chen Guhong still enjoyed it and didn't intend to stop.
Soon after, the single column was cut. But today Chen Guhong is not making fishing rods, but bamboo Zhang. So he cut off a large part of the bamboo, leaving only three or four feet.
After that, Chen Guhong cut off some sticky places, and a cane was formed. Chen Guhong looked at this cane and was very satisfied.
"This walking stick is not bad. It can support you when trekking through mountains and rivers. If you encounter villains in the rivers and lakes, stabbing them with one stick is enough to kill you." Chen Guhong touched it lovingly and smiled.
At this moment, there was a sound of footsteps.
"Uncle!" A friendly voice followed, and after a while, a pretty girl came to Chen Guhong's side. The girl's complexion was as white as that of Bai Xue's. There is a spirit, and there is a refreshing air between Gu Pan.
The girl was also wearing a thick winter coat, which wrapped her small body tightly, and held a sword in her hand. It is the Kunwu sword handed down by the Shui family.
The girl is Shui Jianhan, and now Chen Guhong has returned the Kunwu Sword to her to inherit. Because he lost his handy weapon, Chen Guhong came up with the idea of bamboo.
Anyway, with his current arrogance and ability, even holding a bamboo is sharper than a sharp sword.
"Hey, little niece." Chen Guhong showed a bright smile, put down the hatchet and bamboo stick in his hand, and wanted to reach out to touch the little head of the little niece, but remembered that the little niece hates being touched, so he Temporarily let go. Shui Jianhan is a well-behaved little head. Let Chen Guhong's hand fall on his head.
Chen Guhong's smile became brighter, and he patted his little niece's head.
"Uncle, why don't you take the Kunwu sword." Shui Jianhan watched Chen Guhong cutting bamboo to make a weapon, and he couldn't bear it, so he handed the Kunwu sword to Chen Guhong and said.
"Uncle Wei is better than you in holding bamboo, don't you believe it?" Chen Guhong laughed, but he also felt grateful for Shui Jianhan's filial piety and was very pleased.
"Believe." Shui Jianhan nodded his head, showing a look of conviction. On that day, Chen Guhong killed Yan Chunqiu in a battle on Wuquan Mountain. The image of killing Chen Duxiu in the next battle and Qiu Feihua in the third battle still remains in her mind.
"Hehe." Chen Guhong looked at his little niece with a look of conviction, he hehe smiled. I feel that being worshiped by the juniors is also a very happy thing.
The two uncles and nephews talked for a while, Shui Jianhan suddenly remembered his reason for coming, slapped his forehead, and said with a smile: "It's so easy to talk to uncle. I almost forgot, mother asked me to come to uncle and you One trip."
"Oh."
Chen Guhong responded, then bent over and picked up the hatchet. The bamboo stick was about to get the small bench, but Shui Jianhan snatched it away first and hugged it in his arms.
"Ha ha."
Chen Guhong chuckled, walked back to Dongyang County with Shui Jianhan on the thick white snow, and went to Shui Ping's house. After that battle, all major forces collapsed across the board.
Several families who had bitter and deep hatred with the Shui family were killed by the Shui family's counterattack. For those with lesser hatred, the Shui family just asked for some resources and let them go.
After all, those aristocratic families have deep roots. Although some elites have been lost on Wuquan Mountain, they are still capable after all. The tyranny of the Shui family is not enough to uproot them.
Of course, if Chen Guhong offered to help, that would be another matter, but Chen Guhong didn't want to meddle in these nosy matters.
At this moment, when the Shui family is trying its best to expand its power, the elite young and strong have all gone outside. Those who remained were either old and weak or women and children. Although they looked weaker, compared with before the war, they were much more vigorous.
And all this is thanks to Chen Guhong, so some old ladies, grandfathers, women and children met on the street all bowed deeply to Chen Guhong. Chen Guhong respected the old and loved the young very much, so he returned the courtesy deeply.
Such a distance from the city gate to Shuiping's home made Chen Guhong walk for a long time, and even his neck was a little sore. Chen Guhong rubbed his neck and muttered: "Bending down can make your waist slip away, and nodding can make your head fall off."
"Hehe!" Seeing what his uncle said was funny, Shui Jian laughed coldly.
"You little girl feels like making fun of uncle." Chen Guhong raised his right hand, pretending to hit him.
"My niece doesn't dare." Shui Jianhan said repeatedly, but his eyes were curved, and he didn't seem afraid at all.
"Hmph." Seeing that his niece was not afraid of him, Chen Guhong felt a little resentful. I thought in my heart, "There is no prestige." At this moment, the two stepped into the gate of the Shui family.
The hatchet was borrowed from the porter, and Chen Guhong returned it to him. Holding a bamboo stick and led by his niece, he came to the hall of the Shui family.
In the hall, not only Quan Feixia was present, but Shui Qianshan was also there. The expressions of the two were a little solemn, and there was a box on the coffee table to the left of Quan Feixia.
"Big brother."
"Brother Chen."
Quan Feixia, Shui Qianshan saw Chen Guhong coming in, he got up and called out, very respectful.
"Sister-in-law, you are too far-fetched." Chen Guhong shook his head, very unimpressed by the respect. Quan Feixia did not dare to think this way, the person in front of her has saved the lives of the entire Shui family.
But she was also a refreshing person, so she put away some respect to make the atmosphere more natural. That Shui Qianshan did not dare to be like Quan Feixia, who was always very respectful, even respectful.
After all, he is not Quan Feixia, Chen Guhong called Quan Feixia's sister-in-law, but never called him brother. Shui Qianshan knew that Chen Guhong didn't have a good impression of him, so he naturally respected him very much.
"Sister-in-law, do you have anything to do with me?" After talking for a few words, Chen Guhong asked.
"It's not my sister-in-law looking for you, it's the owner looking for you." Quan Feixia looked at Shui Qianshan and said. At present, the power within the family has eased, the Kunwu sword is inherited by Shui Jianhan, and the head of the family continues to be controlled by Shui Qianshan.
Chen Guhong looked at Shui Qianshan, and saw that Shui Qianshan solemnly picked up the box on the coffee table, saluted Chen Guhong, and said, "I have shown great kindness to the Shui family, and the Shui family will never forget it. Here is the orb of the South China Sea, it is not a respect. Please accept it with one step."