There are more and more refugees, and many temporary sheds have been built outside the earthen walls, among which young and middle-aged people live. Many empty rooms are vacant in Liangjiazhuang, and the elderly, weak, women, children, sick and disabled move in first.

Liangshan and the backbone of Liangjiazhuang discussed and decided to continue to provide free porridge for the poor, while the wealthy families who fled were required to exchange money for money and no longer had to do it for free. The young and strong families of poor families used labor instead of relief, reinforcement of the earth walls of Liangjiazhuang, construction of artillery towers, and farmland water conservancy outside the earth walls, etc.

Liangshan proposed at the meeting that he would take this opportunity to further recruit, and those with skills and ability can obtain permanent residence in Liangjiazhuang as long as they pass the assessment.

Wu Tu and Wu Jin were responsible for recruiting. In just one day, more than 500 people from craftsmen, doctors, account-calling masters who know how to write, literati who knows about writing, Jianghu Haoke, etc., have officially become Liangjiazhuang people.

In just three days, Liangjiazhuang spent money like flowing water.

Fortunately, Xiaojin now has 100 golden beans, so he doesn’t lack money, but his food is short. Liangshan sent people everywhere to buy grain, and he made many benefits before buying some, but soon he was a little overpaid.

Uncle Kang is the general dispatcher of grain, and he is so anxious that the corners of his mouth are bubbling these days.

Without food, Liangshan took the lead in leading people to the mountain to dig wild vegetables to hunt. When everyone saw that the Liangjiazhuang owner was so attentive, they were all grateful.

On that evening, Liangshan inspected the refugee camp outside the village. When resting in the evening, literati were asked to teach people how to read, and the storyteller told the storyteller, and the escaped singer reorganized his face and sang a song.

It is impossible for everyone to dress up and look solemnly like they usually do, and most of them sit on the ground and start with the beginning. With spiritual entertainment, people will not be depressed, and they will not be despaired.

Liangshan is gradually seeing Ma Mingyuan's sinister intentions. More and more refugees come. Once the money and food are gone, it will inevitably trigger a riot among refugees. Maybe Liangjiazhuang will be looted and blood flows into a river.

Liangshan insists on turning around this situation. It doesn’t matter if you don’t have enough food as long as everyone has to eat, and there is hope. The caravan in Liangjiazhuang in Nanyang is also raising grain urgently and is rushing to transport it.

The refugee camp was in chaos, no wonder Uncle Kang and others. Finally, the toilets and temporary public bathing places were built, and the ground was disinfected as Liangshan ordered Sala lime water.

Wu Tu has been exhausted these two days and is obviously thin. After a while, Wu Tu always murmured: "The life of people in troubled times is not as good as a dog."

Liangshan looked at Wu Tu and knew that he was deeply touched.

At this time, the little girl named Xiaoyun walked down happily from the hillside.

Xiaoyun is the little girl with a dirt-covered face holding a broken bowl. Now that she washed her face, she can tell that she is a little beauty. When she saw Liangshan, Xiaoyun, who was only four or five years old, was very "luxury" and was very blessed: "Xiaoyun has met the young master."

"What are you holding in your hand?" Liangshan asked.

"The garland I made for my mom."

"Take me a look."

Xiaoyun's eyelashes were very beautiful, and she looked shy and took them out after a while.

Liangshan has made similar things before, which are made of willow branches, and then wear their heads like Xiao Jian Zhang Ga. It is obviously not the same level as Xiao Yun. It can be said to be a handicraft, so it is not too much to call it the crown of the Queen of the Forest.

"So beautiful!" Liangshan exclaimed sincerely.

Xiaoyun immediately smiled, with a little smugness and shyness, but she quickly said unhappy: "Mom falls asleep and never wakes up. I make a garland for you. When my mother is happy, she will wake up."

Liangshan snatched over and suddenly picked up Xiaoyun, tears pouring out from his eyes.

Liangshan didn't expect him to be like this. He couldn't control his emotions in just one moment. Liangshan's previous life was also a child without a mother. The kind of despair and despair were all aroused by Xiaoyun's words.

Liangshan picked up the thin Xiaoyun and looked around. In early summer, insects roared in the ears. The mountains and fields were in full bloom and green. The sight was dotted with various wild flowers. They looked very beautiful and full of vitality, but they formed a strong contrast with the dirty and messy camp and the decadent dullness.

A strong emotional trend suddenly surged in Liangshan's heart, which could not be said to be sad or happy. It violently hit Liangshan's chest, smashing him into dust and integrating everything here.

Liangshan is immersed in a strange understanding. It does not matter to the body, but to the heart.

The "Bone Sutra" provides Liangshan's unique path of practice. The seed will emit white light at one stage, which is consistent with Liangshan's current achievements. Liangshan can therefore easily know whether he is right or wrong when he practices. However, this cannot be guided by an omnipotent and empirical master after all. Liangshan's practice is vague, but it is generally the case.

Many times, Liangshan doesn’t know why, for example, why the white bone lotus appears in the abdomen during the foundation-building period instead of others. Liangshan rarely considers these things, but only passively accepts them. However, when he hugged Xiaoyun and looked around, Liangshan suddenly realized that lotus not only represents purity, but also represents vitality.

The visualization of the "Bone Sutra" always gives people a terrifying meaning of cutting flesh and bones, which seems to lead people to death. When all the people cut off only one piece of white bones, death to the extreme is also the ultimate vitality. Life and death are originally in the middle.

Lotus seeds from millions of years ago were discovered in their heads, and they could grow even if they were planted. Among all things, there was no longer a lotus seed to describe "viability". Liangshan understood that when the lotus bloomed, shedded, and the lotus pods appeared, her golden elixir stage was reached. It was as if the fog around was dissipated in an instant, and Liangshan felt a sudden enlightenment.

The sunset was like blood, and the earth suddenly trembled, and soon the thunderous cry sounded from the valley leading to Nanyang. Liangshan's mind realized it from a wonderful understanding, his face changed, he put down Xiaoyun, and quickly ordered: "Wu Tu, take Xiaoyun into the village!"

Qin Lang didn't expect that he would return to Liangjiazhuang in just a few days, and his life was full of impermanence and irony.

Qin Lang had a yellow horse under his crotch, galloping like the wind. Two wolf-tooth arrows were inserted into his body, one through his shoulders and the other through his chest. Qin Lang's breathing now was like a bellows breaking through the hole.

The Huxian Army sent an edict to the Green Wolf Army, and it was only one day before the mountain surrender, otherwise it would kill the mountain and leave no grass.

The officers and soldiers are fighting, but what does this have to do with the bandits?

This is the understanding of all bandits. Whether it is the Song State or the Xiqian County, they are still the happy mountain kings. Someone came to care about him, and in such a arrogant tone, they were in an uproar at that time.

The bandits of Niushan Mountain did not take it seriously, and Qin Lang made careful arrangements, but one day later, only five hundred tigers rushed up the mountain, smashed the old nest, and swept them with a tyrannical siege. Qin Lang led two thousand Green Wolf troops to resist, and later he was left with three hundred, two hundred, one hundred, and fifty.

It was actually vulnerable. Even the famous Tiger Army in the world, Qin Lang thought that the Qinglang Army, which he had trained, could withstand one or two, but it turned out to be paper-stuffed. Qin Lang's eyes were dull, not only because of excessive blood loss, but also because of his confidence. He is not dead yet, but it is almost the same as death.

When passing through the valley, it was like a gust of wind. Liangjiazhuang was right in front of him. Qin Lang's eyes turned black, and the yellow horse's steps suddenly slowed down. Many tents and many sad faces shook past him. Qin Lang's eyes turned black and fell down.

With a thud, the sharp pain, Qin Lang's consciousness was half blurred, and he heard someone exclaiming: "It's that bandit!"

"Big Bandit!"

"Just a good bandit!"

"Yes, some bandits wanted to steal us but were stopped by him, and he let us go. He is not us Han people, I recognize his face."

"By the way, the eldest son Liu from our fort in the market last time wanted to hit me, and he helped me."

...

Qin Lang grinned and found it funny, thinking that he was a bandit, what good ones are bad for bandits?

Liangshan also found it funny that the people's feelings are simple.

"Ah, he is injured, call the doctor!"

"Young Master Liang, save him." Someone saw Liangshan, his eyes were hot, and he obviously regarded Liangshan as a living Bodhisattva.

"You are sure to ask me to save a bandit. His name is Qin Lang, the leader of the Qinglang Army!"

"Mr. Liang, no one can be without mistakes?" said an old man.

The kindness of the people, Liangshan patted his forehead.

When Qin Lang saw Liangshan, he struggled to get up regardless of the wound burst, and said, "Young Master Liang, just save the villain's life. Is the villain's life from Liangjiazhuang?"

Everyone looked at Liangshan and did not answer, but it obviously meant "Isn't it possible?"

As the words buzzed, Qin Lang felt the kindness that he had never felt in his life. The idea of ​​survival suddenly grew like wild grass. He could not die, he could not die! There was still a great revenge that had not been repaid!

What kind of force do I want you to use for this big bandit? I have a lot of trouble to take you in. However, when Liangshan and Qin Lang's eyes touched, their hearts were throbbing.

Liangshan had never seen such a longing for "life". Almost in an instant, Liangshan determined that Qin Lang was a very story-prone person, and his past was a cloud that was so thick that it could not be opened.

A man's eyes actually touched Liangshan's heartstrings.

When Liangshan pretended to be dead in "Liang Zhu", when he realized that he was not pretending to be dead but really going to die, his heart also had a violent desire for "life".

Almost in an instant, Liangshan decided that he wanted to help Qin Lang!

The sound of horse hooves came. As Liangshan looked up, more than ten riders rushed over, but the leader was a young general, with two bright silver hammers dancing in his hands, one of which was afraid it would be more than 200 pounds.

The noisy discussion stopped abruptly, everyone rushed away and immediately gave up a path in the middle, flashing out of Liangshan. The despicable and bad people, Liangshan sighed in his heart.

"Who is Liang Shanbo, the owner of Xialiangjiazhuang, I don't know who comes?" This is the first time Liangshan claims to be the owner of the manor.

"Does go, this is the bandit we are going to capture."

"Why?"

"He killed several of my brothers." The young general said in a hatred.

Liangshan felt a more terrifying general aura from this young general, not to mention that these fourteen cavalry gathered together to form a huge murderous aura that was shocking. Fortunately, Liangshan had been accustomed to Tuoba Qiurong for so long, but he frowned slightly and said, "Aren't his brother killed by you? When will the revenge be revenge?"

The young general stared at Liangshan with wide eyes, laughing as if he had heard something funny, and shouted, "So Scholar, I won't tell you much, let go!" As he said that, the two hammers knocked lightly, and a buzzing sound. Liangshan immediately covered his ears and squatted down, and Liangshan's robe was blowing back.

"I don't know what the young general is called?" Liang Shan's expression remained unchanged.

The young general's eyes were slightly stern, and he felt the extraordinaryness of Liangshan and said, "The Thunder Cloud of the West Qin."

"Oh, is it the Xi Qinlei family?"

"Just know!"

"Then you want to sell me a favor."

"Why?" Lei Yun looked very impatient. If Liangshan hadn't been unarmed, he would have urged the horse to hit him with a hammer.

"I don't know what you call Lei Dong?"

"My cousin, what's wrong?" Lei Yun's eyes widened.

"Lei Dong and I are studying art in the Holy Sword Hall, and we are considered brothers of the same school."

"How is that possible?" Lei Yun opened his mouth wide.

"He once demonstrated to me that the Lei family's three-paochuk is like this?" Liang Shan moved his body as soon as he finished speaking.

A strong aura suddenly surged, and the green horse under Lei Yun's crotch soared into the air, and a shocking sound was heard. "Run the cannon!" Lei Yun blurted out.

"Horizontal cannon!" Liangshan shouted, and a force that swept across thousands of troops rushed towards him.

"Strike the cannon!" Liangshan shouted again, but he just swung his fist on the spot, from top to bottom. Liangshan fought with Lei Dong, and he still remembered his three cannon beats. He was a bit similar when he imitated it.

Lei Yun's pupils shrank, and he jumped off his horse and bowed, "I've seen Senior Brother Liang!"

First, the name of the Holy Sword Hall, how dare no one pretend to be an unrelated person? Second, if the Lei family Sanpaochu, the Liangshan Bo envoy, had not really seen Lei Dong's mistakes. You must know that Lei Dong was an idol in the Lei family and even the younger generation in the Western Qin Dynasty.

"I was so rude just now, please forgive me for my senior brother."

"It's okay, no matter what, no one knows it, no sin."

"I, my cousin Lei Dong, is so happy."

"It's great. He is already an outer disciple, and one of the earliest batch of advanced to the initial stage of foundation building, and has been accepted as a disciple by Elder Feng, one of the four most famous elders in the lower court."

"That's great! My brother is obsessed with practicing and has little contact with his family. I want to pass the news back."

"So, then this Qin Lang..."

"Since Senior Brother Liang wants to save him, I will not pursue it anymore."

People who were far away were not clear, so they only saw two people having a good time talking, and they all thought to themselves that the rumors were indeed true. Liangjiazhuang and the Western Qin army were indeed closely related.
Chapter completed!