Chapter 335 Prophecy

However, the two officials did not take care of old master yao and his son from the first day they came out of the capital city. Instead, they were making things difficult for them. If they hadn' t passed through the various states along the way, there would always be readers who would stop them and send food to them. They would have wanted to strangle the yao family and his son to death.

It was like this, they didn' t dare to go too far in the open.

On the other hand, he couldn' t stand it anymore. He didn' t care whether the yao family was really guilty or wronged, and he didn' t care about the origin of the yao family's father and son. Old Mr. Yao was almost 70 years old, and even Mr. Yao was already 50 years old. Respect for the old should be ah, not to mention two people eat hard, but not a word of abuse, this self-restraint is admirable.

As he thought about this, he pretended to be joking again. "

Someone took the blame and the two officials finally relaxed their expressions." Alright, we' re not unreasonable people. We' ll take the car first and go on our way. We' ll have to pay our dues earlier, so we can rest assured earlier." "

Another deputy replied," okay, that's it. "

The president's eyes lit up with joy and he quickly called for the soldiers to pull the green cloth carriage. Unfortunately, it happened that the green cloth carriage might have run for a thousand miles, and the road was too far away. The wheel was overturned by a rock, and the axle was broken.

The manager was stunned. Without waiting to speak, the main task realized that the omen was not good. He couldn' t help but curse," what are you looking at? Hurry up and fix it." It is bad luck for me to let the prisoner ride in the carriage, and the carriage is broken. At such a good time, everything is born in the spring, with such a lousy job ..."

In the middle of his scolding, he realized that it was easy for him to be labeled as unsatisfactory. He quickly stopped talking and urged the chief to repair the car.

Not far away, the yao father and son were sitting under the tree. Hearing this, old master yao actually opened his eyes.

Old master yao had been enlightened since he was three years old. Some readers praised the old man, the foot of the road will be out of writing flowers.

But now, after more than a year of imprisonment, the old man, who was originally a fair-weather and energetic man, had a sign that the lamp had run out.

His face was thin, his cheeks were thin, his eyes were sunken, like the dead leaves of autumn. Not to mention that his feet had been on foot for a thousand miles, and the initial blisters at the bottom of his feet had been pierced by dead branches and rocks. The wounds left behind were rotting and rotting. Now, there was no good meat, and even bones that were exposed outside. He could hardly walk anymore.

Ten days ago, he had started to have a low fever on and off, but no matter how he asked the official, the official was unwilling to seek medical treatment from the doctor. If it weren' t for the person who had secretly sent the ointment, he probably wouldn' t have been able to hold on here at all.

He stretched out his hand and slowly touched the copper hairpin on his hair.

Yao changming was also haggard and haggard. However, he did not care at all. His eyes were filled with the old man's injuries, and his heart was burning with anxiety as if it had been fried in a frying pan.

At this time, it was useless to be full of knowledge. He regretted everything. Why didn' t he learn medicine? Why didn' t he learn martial arts? At least at this time, he didn' t have to watch his dying father earn his life, and he didn' t have to be bullied. The glory and wealth of the past seemed to have dissipated along the way to the north.

Like the gaudy coat that has been stripped away, what remains is incompetence and endless guilt.

Seeing that his father was stroking the hairpin that represented the position of the head of the family, he guessed that his father wanted to pass on the position of the head of the family to him at a time like this.his throat was choked with sobs and he couldn' t speak, and his eyes were filled with tears as he tried to force him back.his hands clenched into fists and he was about to go to the two officials for his life, even if they caught him and killed him, it would be much better than seeing him suffer like this.

However, as soon as he got up, his father grabbed his sleeve.

"Chang ming! "

The old man's voice was weak, but it carried an unquestionable force.

Yao changming's heart grew sadder and sadder as he knelt down with a lump in his throat." Father, if I don' t accept my fate, I will ..."

Chang ming, unscrew this hairpin. "

Old Mr. Yao stuffed the hairpin into his son's hand and didn' t care about his messy hair.

Unscrew it?

Yao changming was a little confused, but old master yao patted his hand and whispered," this is left by Mr. Ming yang. There is an important prophecy about our family. "

Yao changming almost spat out a burst of joy when he heard this.

Mr. Yang ming's people, although both father and son call him sir, but in terms of blood, in fact, he is old Mr. Yao's great-grandmother's brother.

Old master yao's great-grandfather saved Mr. Yang ming's life because of a coincidence.

Mr. Yang ming was a national scholar, but he had never been an official. He did not even intend to be famous in da yue at all. In the later stage, he became a monk as a taoist. He did not know where he died.

However, during the past forty years, whenever something big happened to the yao family, they would not be able to leave his guidance. Even the ancestral behest that the yao family's descendants were not allowed to enter the official position was also proposed by him.

Therefore, outsiders didn' t know who Mr. Yang ming was, but the yao family never forgot and even praised him.

She didn' t expect that after nearly a hundred years, the yao family had four generations and could still hear the words" Mr. Yang ming."

Yao changming's long and dry fingers trembled, but he still carefully looked at the hairpin, and finally, it protruded in the middle of the auspicious cloud of the hairpin.

Yao changming carefully opened it and took out a small piece of paper.

Even old master yao struggled to sit up straight.

Yao changming felt sorry for his father and let his father lean into his arms. Only then did the father and son slowly open the paper.

As a result, there were only four words on the paper. "

The father and son looked at each other, their expressions full of confusion and disappointment.