As soon as the lid of the wine was lifted, the aroma of cinnamon suddenly overflowed.
It was a cold night outside the window, with insects chirping and birds chirping. Du Xuan took a deep breath and showed an intoxicated expression: "Wonderful!"
Lao Tong put the lid of the wine aside and said, "This wine is really fragrant. Qingxiang Village has beautiful mountains and rivers, and there are so many delicious things."
Seeing Lao Tong holding up the wine jar, Du Xuan hurriedly handed over the bowl in his hand.
After pouring down the wine, Du Xuan said: "It seems that you are living a good life in this village. You can have such good drinks at your disposal."
"That's not true." Old Tong served Du Xuanman and poured wine for himself. "It only took two or three days for Ah Li to establish a foothold in this village!"
"Haha!" Du Xuan was happy and gave a thumbs up, "As expected of Ah Li!"
Lao Tong also stood up: "Ah Li is amazing!"
"Pfft!" A laugh came from the door.
Du Xuan and Lao Tong turned around. Lin Shuanglan was holding a basket, followed by Feng Anan, both of whom were smiling.
"Brother Tong, Miss Ah Li is not here, who are you bragging to?" Lin Shuanglan said with a smile.
In the basket were large plates of meat, including bacon, braised meat, and freshly fried crispy strips.
Lin Shuanglan and Feng Anan took out the plates one by one, and the aroma of meat accompanied the wine, filling the courtyard with aroma.
"These two are..." Du Xuan asked.
Lao Tong then gave a brief introduction.
"Miss Ah Li is still our teacher!" Feng An'an said, "She has been teaching us writing before!"
"Ah Li is a kind-hearted person!" Du Xuan said with a smile.
"Why are you so good at boasting!" Lao Tong felt that he was being compared. "No matter how hard you praise, it's still me and Ah Li who are kissing each other. I'm her big brother Tong!"
"This is only half a bowl, are you drunk?" Du Xuan shouted.
Lin Shuanglan and Feng Anan were amused by them and laughed.
Du Xuan only came in the evening and it took a lot of effort to enter the village. Fortunately, Lao Tong still stayed in Qingxiang Village and recognized him at a glance.
But Zhan Qiye was still worried and only allowed Du Xuan and his deputy Wu Shaoning to enter the village, while other secret guards were waiting outside the village.
Now Zhan Jiuye accompanied Wu Shaoning to summon people outside the village. Old Tong asked Du Xuan to eat first, and then took him up the mountain to have a look overnight, and then pulled Du Xuan into the courtyard.
Lin Shuanglan and Feng Anan stayed here and did not leave. Du Xuan had many questions that were not easy to ask. Fortunately, Lin Shuanglan was a smart girl. She heard that Du Xuan's words meant to urge them to leave, so she found a way to talk and led them to leave.
Then Feng Anan left.
After Du Xuan confirmed that they had left the yard, he asked Old Tong in a low voice: "How many enemies have been established in Qingxiang Village? When we came here, we saw that the whole area to the south was full of soldiers and horses. I also sent people to inquire, and they said clearly,
We must deal with Qingxiang Village."
"Why do you tell me," Lao Tong sighed, "The world is so chaotic, and we are still drinking and eating meat here, who else can't hate us!"
"This is not meat every time." Du Xuan saw it clearly with his eyes.
"We have fought five times in the past few days, and many people were killed and injured on both sides. Otherwise, you wouldn't have to be so strict today."
"Will Ah Li intervene?"
"Then it must be taken care of."
"If it works, then I don't care."
Lao Tong shook his head: "Whatever I say about you is good, but your conscience has to be judged before you can show it."
"How much is conscience worth?" Du Xuan asked, "Conscience is meant to be abused. Look at my young master, you have learned a bloody lesson!"
After a few bowls of wine, both of their faces turned red, and Du Xuan began to talk about what Shen Lie had done for the Guo family.
From time to time, Lao Tong also added a few words about the places he and Xia Zhaoyi had been to over the years.
As he was talking, the sound of horse hooves came from outside.
Lao Tong and Du Xuan turned around.
The sound of horse hooves was very chaotic and something didn't sound right. Du Xuan suddenly sobered up and walked towards the door.
It was Wu Shaoning who came. He dismounted and strode over, shouting to Du Xuan: "The soldiers and horses formed by the refugees are coming, and there are a lot of them!"
As soon as he finished speaking, gongs and drums sounded outside.
A dozen militiamen carrying gongs and drums ran wildly along the village roads in Qingxiang Village, beating and shouting, asking people to rush to gather.
"Damn it..." Lao Tong wiped his face with a wet towel and stood up.
"You want to go too?" Du Xuan shouted hurriedly, "You are so drunk, so don't go."
Lao Tong was drowsy and almost fell down after walking a few steps.
Wu Shaoning, under Du Xuan's instruction, dragged him to a chair and tied him up with a rope. When Lao Tong started snoring, Du Xuan said, "Come on, let's go take a look."
Qingxiang Village is indeed surrounded by a large number of refugees.
The torches are like high-burning sparks, and the clouds cluster into a sea of light, but the eyes of the skinny refugees are extremely bright and lively.
They did not completely press to the entrance of Qingxiang Village. They were blocked by a two-person-high horse rifle and a three-foot-wide artificial ditch behind the horse gun, making it difficult to get close.
The leading man was tall, with disheveled hair and flamboyant beard, and looked particularly slovenly.
Next to him stood a man with a very clean face and a slightly elegant look, about thirty years old.
They just stood outside the anti-horse guns and did not take any action.
The militiamen from Qingxiang Village came out with more and more weapons, and they were also facing them from afar with torches like a sea of fire.
After standing like this for a long time, the leading man looked at the clean-faced man beside him: "Commander Zhong, do you want... to fight?"
Zhong Qiankun glanced at him and said, "Your Majesty, there is no hurry."
The man nodded: "Okay, I will listen to the military advisor."
Zhong Qiankun looked at the militiamen coming out of Qingxiang Village.
I looked around, but I didn't see the thirty or so soldiers and horses that my subordinates mentioned.
If only one or two people said it, it would not be credible, but many people said they saw such a group of soldiers entering Qingxiang Village, which made Zhong Qiankun feel very upset.
If there was to be an uprising, sufficient baggage and food were urgently needed. They were all displaced people, so they had no choice but to rob them.
Qingxiang Village is a piece of fat right in front of them. As long as they bite it off, they will become rich.
But if Qingxiang Village found foreign aid, then he would have to find another way to deal with them.
After standing there for a long time, I still didn't see those thirty soldiers and horses.
Although there are only thirty people, those who have seen them say they are like orthodox soldiers. They are all tall and powerful, not angry but powerful, and very imposing.
What Zhong Qiankun is most afraid of now is that maybe the thirty people are just the vanguard. What if thousands or even tens of thousands of troops follow behind?
Why is it so difficult to conquer this small Qingxiang Village?
The calmer Zhong Qiankun's face became, the more irritable he became.
Behind him, several lieutenants who had just been selected began to urge him.
"Military advisor..." The sloppy man at the head looked back again.
"Let's fight," Zhong Qiankun said calmly, "Your Majesty, please order that Team C be the first advance."
This is a team with the most old, weak, sick and disabled people. It is left to the militiamen in Qingxiang Village to digest it, so as to save a few more mouths to eat.
