Rise From the Humble

  Chapter 58 Capture the Flag

  The village elders of the two villages, under their own supervision, handed over the ten flags of their own village to the thirty brats of their own village. On the flag of Shanghe Village there is an upper character, and on the flag of Xiahe Village there is a lower character. The flag can be held or planted on the ground, whatever it is, but it cannot be hidden. The offensive and defensive sides are not allowed to use any tools during contact warfare, this is also to avoid injury. There are no other requirements, and both parties can play as they please.

   In the first round, Shanghe Village guards the flag and Xiahe Village captures the flag.

  When Zhu Ping'an and a group of bear children stood at the foot of the hillside, they were amazed at the tradition of the two villages fighting for water, which is really the wisdom of the ancestors. This kind of water dispute not only avoided casualties on both sides, but also deepened the relationship between the two sides. The most important thing is that it can also solve the problem. The centuries-old tradition of fighting for water, no matter whether they win or lose, both sides will firmly abide by it, and there has never been any exception.

come on! Come on.

  The onlookers in the two villages put their hands to their mouths and shouted loudly to cheer for their brats.

  Zhu Pingan couldn’t help being a little dumbfounded when he heard the crowd around him yelling “Come on, come on, come on, is it generally accepted that the word “Come on” came after the appearance of modern racing cars? Why are the people shouting “Come on” now? ! !

   There is a feeling of thunder rolling.

   Could it be that the rumor is true? When I was in graduate school, I studied the word refueling, and there was a rumor about the Ming Dynasty, er, that is, the allusion of Liu Bowen in this dynasty.

  There is a saying: "Zhuge Liang, the military advisor of the former dynasty, and Liu Bowen, the military advisor of the later dynasty." After Liu Bowen assisted the Taizu to unify the world, he was very complacent, thinking that his wisdom would not exceed him five hundred years ago and five hundred years later. Occasionally, it is a pity that Zhuge Liang, who is regarded as a model by everyone, was not born in the same dynasty as him, otherwise he would definitely let the whole world know who is the wisest. Then the mythical story began. It is said that Liu Bowen once again led the army to a small forest. He might have worms in his mouth and spit out a mouthful of phlegm. Qiaoer coincidentally, this mouthful of phlegm just happened to spit on a stone tablet, and there was a word engraved on the stone tablet, to the effect that, Liu Bowen, you idiot, why do you spit everywhere! The signature is Zhuge Liang. Then, Liu Bowen was startled, Zhuge Liang figured it all out? This stupid Zhuge Liang is provoking me! Coincidentally, at this time, a subordinate reported that an ancient tomb had been discovered, and Liu Bowen guessed that it should be Zhuge Liang's tomb. Go in and have a look, I have to tell you no, you can count me spitting, but you can't count that I can enter your graveyard. After Liu Bowen went there, he found that it was indeed Zhuge Liang's cemetery. When he went in, he saw that there was only a small flame left on Zhuge Liangliang's ever-burning lamp, and the oil was about to burn out. Liu Bowen laughed when he saw this, and said that you, Zhuge Liang, are smart, you are a bastard, your own long-burning lamp is about to run out of oil, why can't you count it, it can be as smart as me! Before Liu Bowen's smile ended, he saw a silk script in front of the ever-burning lamp, which read: Lao Liu, come on. Therefore, later generations used "refueling" as the meaning of motivation.

  At that time, I thought it was too mythical, so I didn't take it seriously, but if the mythical color of this story is removed, it can be said that the word refueling comes from ancient times. Think about it, too, it is rumored that the word refueling was yelled by foreign racers when they ran out of gas, but the pronunciation of foreigners is fundamentally different from Chinese, so the credibility is not high.

  Anyway, the truth is, I was in the Ming Dynasty, and I heard cheers.

   "Oil leak, Zhu Pingan oil spill!!" An inconspicuous voice came from the crowd, probably two or three little girls shouted together.

  Zhu Ping'an turned his head and saw the black-bellied little loli Li Shu riding on the little red horse and leading two or three little maids to boo him.

  The black-bellied little loli saw Zhu Pingan heard her booing, and couldn't help making faces at Zhu Pingan proudly.

  Zhu Pingan saw the black-bellied little girl proud of her stinky fart, and couldn't help but make a movement, a gesture of spanking.

This gesture is incomprehensible to others, but the first moment they saw it, Li Shu, the black-bellied lolita, and Hua'er, the little girl with buns, their little faces turned red immediately, they clenched their teeth, and stared with red eyes. Zhu Ping'an wished he could go up and take a bite or two to relieve his hatred.

  The village elders of the two villages lit a stick of incense on the high platform. At the moment of lighting, the bare-armed drummer shook his arms and beat the cowhide drum vigorously.

   dong dong dong

   In the first round of water competition, Shanghe Village guarded the flag, and Xiahe Village captured the flag officially began.

   ouch

  Twenty-nine brats wrapped Zhu Pingan in their arms, screamed and rushed up the hillside. They were a mob without any strategy at all.

In fact, before rushing to the top of the mountain to capture the flag, Zhu Pingan thought about many strategies suitable for the poor children in the village, such as the wave-like Mongolian tactics, the front and rear pincer tactics, and the outflanking and roundabout tactics, but there are not many poor children who are willing to listen. . Think about it, other people are eight or nine years old, and I am a five-year-old kid, so it's strange that I can listen to myself.

Every time I think of this, Zhu Pingan can't help but want to look up to the sky and sigh, Nima, other people's transmigration is full of tigers, famous generals and ghosts come to vote one after another, what's the matter with Zhang He and Liao Huazhi? Kind of like that, but what about me, I can't hold back a group of eight or nine-year-old brats by stomping my feet for a long time.

   It's really a waste of shopping around, and people are looking for anger.

  The small hillside of Shanghe village guarding the flag is only eight or nine meters high, but that is the pure height. If you count the slope, it is more than 20 meters.

  Zhu Pingan ran up with his short legs like mad dogs, panting and exhausted, how could these brats have so much energy. But it is also understandable that every foodie is essentially a lazy person. He can sit but not stand, can sleep but not sit, and can use his brain but not hands. A brat who rolls around all day.

  It’s not good to go up like this, I don’t have the strength to climb up to capture the flag, and those who guard the flag are just waiting for work. I don't want to lose, it's related to my family's food production next year, and if I lose, I don't know what that stinky girl will do to me.

  There are not many people in the crowd who are willing to listen to me, Zhu Pingjun counts as one, Er Niu, Hei Gou and a few playmates are also counted, plus myself, there are only eight people. But eight people are not a small force among thirty people.

   "Brother Jun, Er Niu, Hei Gou, Dong Gou, slow down, and listen to me." Zhu Pingan gasped and called several of his playmates to stop.

  Zhu Pingan, who was busy calling people, didn't notice the road under his feet. There was an ups and downs in front of him, and Zhu Pingan fell a dog eating shit. But it's okay, it's just a fall, and the feet are fine.

   Although Zhu Pingjun and the others didn't understand why Zhu Pingan stopped them, they still obediently leaned towards Zhu Pingan.

  The black-bellied little loli and a few of her little maids at the foot of the hill saw Zhu Pingan fall and eat shit, hugged each other excitedly and howled, and then laughed loudly at Zhu Pingan.

   "Hahaha, idiot Zhu Pingan fell a piece of shit, deserve it, deserve it"

  (end of this chapter)