The boy was carrying a piece of stone with clothes in his pocket. He was pushed so hard that he fell to the side due to the strong wind.
The stone hit my stomach and it really hurt.
But before he could get up, several more rocks were thrown at him.
The boy covered his head, crawled on the ground, and hid behind a tombstone.
Bian Yuanfeng also escaped and hid behind another tombstone.
It was impossible to catch this girl. After running over, she popped out from the other side. Her small body was so fast.
"Master."
The boy gasped and looked at Bian Yuanfeng over there.
Bian Yuanfeng was full of anger, neither advancing nor retreating. It was the first time in his life that he was so embarrassed.
"Master, could it be her?" the boy asked again.
"Who is it?" Bian Yuanfeng shouted.
"Ah Li!"
The boy stretched out his hand and wiped his forehead. Fortunately, there was no bleeding. Looking at Bian Yuanfeng's broken forehead, the boy continued: "That's the one who beat Lian Ping into disgrace!"
Bian Yuanfeng was stunned and then remembered.
At that time, he also scolded Lianping and Suxiang for being useless, and they were beaten like that from the front.
But now, he and his little boy were in this graveyard, being tortured by a little slave boy and there was nothing they could do.
"It can't really be her, can it?" the boy asked again.
Bian Yuanfeng said nothing, his clean and hairless eyebrows were lightly knitted together.
"It's me." The girl's clear voice sounded.
Both of them were startled and looked up.
The girl sat on the tall stone tablet three feet away opposite them, playing with the stone in her hand, and said: "Young man, is this the first time in your life that you are so embarrassed?"
Bian Yuanfeng gritted his teeth. A little brat was showing off his power to him, and he was still a child slave. It was a terrible feeling.
"Look at how you are dressed, you don't look like a bandit at all, but you want to imitate those literati?" Xia Zhaoyi said again.
If she hadn't seen his clothes clearly, she really wouldn't have wanted to come out.
So far, Xia Zhaoyi has not dared to approach them and has always kept at least two feet away.
Because Bian Erlang has good skills, it can be seen that he has some foundation in boxing and kicking.
Her scornful expression made Bian Erlang feel humble and ashamed for no reason.
He endured it, but failed to hold it back. He became angry and shouted directly: "What does this have to do with you!"
"Dragon begets dragon, phoenix begets phoenix, the son of mouse can dig holes," Xia Zhaoyi looked at him, "No matter how much you want to imitate those people, you can't learn their character and elegance. I advise you not to pretend.
Yes, your nature is far different from theirs."
"Shut up!" Bian Erlang stood up angrily and pointed at her, "It's not the turn of a despicable little slave like you to tell me what kind of person I want to be!"
"Despicable?" Xia Zhaoyi raised her eyebrows, tilted her little face, and looked at Bian Yuanfeng coldly, "I'm most annoyed by others in my life. They always use despicable words and call others despicable. Maybe I think I'm superior to others, but you...
You are a descendant of thieves, where did you get the madness and confidence?"
Bian Erlang's eyes widened with anger and his face turned blue.
The boy over there was dumbfounded and didn't know how to respond to Xia Zhaoyi's words.
Xia Zhaoyi raised his hand again, and with a "pop" sound, a stone was thrown on Bian Erlang's head.
"It's going to rain in two hours. I have to go back to find some food. I'll be in the back mountain. If you're interested, you can ask Lu Tanlang to bring a group of people to settle the score with me.
The premise is that you must be able to find me."
Bian Erlang was so angry that he forgot to hide for a moment and was hit on the forehead again.
He looked at the stone rolling on the ground, reached out to cover the place where he was thrown, and then raised his head, only to find that the girl had disappeared.
"Hey, where are the people?"
The boy next to him finally came to life and made a sound.
"You ask me or I ask you!" Bian Yuanfeng roared, "What were you doing when she threw stones at me? Why didn't you come and stand in front of me?"
"She's too fast..."
"Bitch!" Bian Yuanfeng pointed at him, "You are also a bitch!"
"Yes, yes, the young ones are mean, the young ones are bitches," the boy walked over and said, "Master, let's go back quickly. She said it will rain in two hours."
"Get away! It's no use, trash, don't touch me!"
Bian Yuanfeng pushed him away and walked forward.
The backyard was in chaos, and the morning work came to a complete halt.
The girls hid together, confused and uneasy.
The servants and women were somewhat scattered, and many simply lay down on the floor and slept.
Mrs. Liang and the servant girl were kneeling on the ground. They were both very embarrassed, with messy buns and tattered clothes.
There were many red blood marks on Mrs. Liang's face, scratch marks one by one, and the skin and flesh were all rolled up.
The servant woman was even worse. Liang's hands were so strong that the servant woman's neck was scratched until her flesh and blood turned to pieces.
Aunt Feng is not here, and neither is Yu's mother. The person who handles this matter is Aunt Fang.
She sat on the steps, peeling vegetables in her hands. After staying up all night, her head was dizzy, she didn't even have the strength to lose her temper, and she felt indescribably tired.
But she was tired, so the location she chose was still very good, just enough to avoid the sight of those on the opposite cliff.
"what happened?"
Caiming led a group of bandits over, and when he saw that the hilltop was crowded with people, he asked.
Some of the bandits were holding wood, some were holding arm-thick chains, and some were carrying large flying ladders.
When the maids and servants on the top of the mountain saw this, they retreated to the side uncomfortably. They really didn't dare to have any eye contact with these arrogant bandits.
"What's going on on the other side?" Caiming looked towards the other side of the mountain again.
"The fight started," a maid whispered, "the fight was fierce."
Caiming was stunned: "Who and whom?"
As he asked, he already saw Mr. Liang and the servant girl.
"Hey," a horse thief shouted, "I said I can't do it anymore."
Caiming looked over displeasedly, and said with a somewhat voiceless voice, "You can do it."
She took out a lot of paper from her arms, which Su Ju sent Bizhu to Mrs. Bian in the morning.
Su Juren was so thoughtful that he specially copied several of them.
"Follow what's written on these papers," Caiming said.
A horse thief took one look at it and shouted: "What does this mean? You don't know that I can't read?"
Caiming was stunned again, yes, they are illiterate.
What to do?
The horse thieves were also in a bad mood. Bian Baye and the others were out of the mountains again. If they couldn't get any more gains before the garrison at Panyun Road, they might have to open up wasteland to grow vegetables elsewhere.
It's better to be in troubled times. Only in troubled times can there be prosperity.
"I'm going to ask Madam," Caiming said hurriedly, "You guys wait a minute, I'll go right away."
With that said, Caiming hurriedly ran towards Chu Fengyuan.
Anyone who can read on the mountain can count them on their fingers. Even Bian Baye can't read more than fifty.
If there is any word that everyone recognizes, it is the three words "龙虎堂" hanging high outside the Longhu Hall.
