After the discussion, everyone went their separate ways. Although they knew what would happen next, they couldn't prepare in a big way right now, so as not to alert the enemy.
Zhao Luoyang sent Mr. Song back to the house.
Mr. Song said: "You said people from the government office are hiding in the village. Are they the Wang family?"
Zhao Luoyang nodded.
Mr. Song put his hands behind his back and said, "That's right. Those people in the government office still can't believe it."
"Sir," Zhao Luoyang said, "when there is any news, Yuan Rang and Yuan Ji will take you to my yard. It will be convenient for everyone to get together and communicate with each other."
Mr. Song responded and told Zhao Luoyang: "Even if you are ready, you must be more careful. Your father and others said that when those people come, don't be soft-hearted and use the means you used to kill the bandits at that time."
Zhao Luoyang knew: "I'll go tell everyone."
Mr. Song didn't say any more, people were coming, and now it was up to the men of the 16 households and Mr. Zhao.
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In the East Village.
Gao's family also gathered together. Gao Lizheng had been ill since he caught a cold that night and had been suffering from recurring illnesses. Today was a happy event, as his fatigue seemed to be gone and his whole body was in high spirits.
"Dad," Gao Zhengshen said, "is it done? Is someone going to come and deal with the emigrants in the West Village?"
The immigrants were very proud these days, hauling things back and forth, and some even put on fur boots. The little children in the village grew stronger just by looking at them, and they didn’t know what good food they were eating.
The charcoal kiln didn't rest even for a day. It was just a matter of burning it by itself. It actually recruited all the immigrants from the surrounding villages. A group of people came over with wood and then took the charcoal back. They actually discussed it well and how bad it was.
Business in town?
What Gao Zhengshen disliked the most was the arrogance and arrogance of these people when they got to know Zhaizi, which made his father so angry that he couldn't even get sick.
If he hadn't been afraid of ruining everyone's affairs, he would have led his men to attack those people.
Gao Lizheng looked around, and then said: "It's just these two nights, just listen carefully."
Gao Zhengshen couldn't help but rejoiced: "How should we do this? They have a lot of good things. Did Dad tell them? Even if they are immigrants, they got furs and milk from the village. They should have made a lot of money during this period."
money."
Gao Zhengshen probably knew how the Lizhengs punished those immigrants.
Gao Lizhengdao: "You don't need to tell me this. Do they think my house is so easy to grab? I have to let them know how powerful it is."
After saying this, Gao Lizheng looked at Gao Zhengshen: "Go and tell the people patrolling the village. If you hear or see anything, ignore it and return home immediately. The courtyard door is closed tightly, and you don't go out until dawn.
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Gao Zhengshen responded: "Don't worry, Dad, no one will help. Even if people from the government office come in the future, we will have excuses. We are all farmers. How can we dare to deal with those people with bare hands?"
Gao Li was thinking about it carefully and found that he had nothing to say.
After this time, how proud are the immigrants? If they don't worship him when they come to the village, where will they put him? If he doesn't show his power, I'm afraid that the position of "lizheng" will fall into the hands of those people in the future.
However, Gao Lizheng soon felt that it was extremely ridiculous. Those emigrants really thought that they could make a charcoal and climb up to the stockade to be a big deal? They were really a bunch of people who didn't know how to live or die.
…
In the West Village, everyone seemed to be busy with what they were doing as usual, and many people were already ready to take a rest. Children's laughter could be heard from time to time in the village, and the sound of crying babies could be heard from the other side.
In the darkness about three miles away from the village entrance, Shi Ping touched the long bow in his hand. He also had a simple quiver on his waist, which contained twenty arrows.
In addition, they also prepared long sticks and spears made by Zhao Xueyi himself. The spear heads were made of sharp stones. This is what Zhao Xueyi and Zhaizi learned. As long as they are strong enough, stones can pierce flesh.
Shi Ping looked at Feng Laosan next to him: "Do you think they are so eager to take action because we helped relocate people from nearby villages?"
When the immigrants were exchanging wood for charcoal, when he saw Gao Lizheng's eldest son, his eyes almost popped out of his head.
And more and more people know about their village.
As a result, those who sell charcoal at high prices will definitely become worse off than before.
Feng Laosan said: "Maybe, but why is not important anymore. Just beat them back as many people come. We are not at the mercy of others. What are we afraid of what he will do?"
Shi Ping nodded.
Feng Laosan patted Shi Ping on the shoulder: "You have been practicing for so long, and if you really meet someone, you have to shoot at least one."
"One?" Shi Ping raised his eyebrows, looking unconvinced, "If you don't hit three or more, I won't eat or drink for three days."
Feng Laosan smiled and said: "If you are ambitious, I won't ask for more than three, as long as I can win two."
The two were talking and laughing when Niu Xing came over and said, "What are you talking about? Let me listen too."
Feng Laosan said: "We said that people will be here soon, so don't be so frightened that you can't move. The village is still waiting for us to report the news."
Niu Xing ran very fast, so the job of reporting the news fell on him.
"Don't worry!" Niu Xing said, "I'll be one step ahead when the time comes, and I'll make sure they can't even catch up on horseback."
In addition to the three of them, Huaiqing also arranged for people to keep an eye on them. Everyone had the same goal, at least to make those people return home in vain, and preferably never to return.
Following the wall of the West Village, Niu Daochang and his men covered the dug trap with straw, making it difficult for people to detect it without much cover at night.
"Be careful," Niu Daochang reminded the young men, "don't fall in."
Wei Shan said: "Don't worry, Uncle Niu, even if we close our eyes, we can't step on it wrong."
After the trap is set, the stones are hung on the tree. When the time comes to cut the hemp rope, the stones will hit the intruder.
Zhao Yuanrang's heart almost jumped out of his chest. He grabbed the corner of Zhao Xueli's clothes and said, "Dad, can I not go into the house for a while? I even beat you in the archery shooting yesterday."
Zhao Xueli looked over sharply. Zhao Yuanrang did not flinch, but instead puffed out his chest.
Zhao Xueli still had no mercy: "No, do you think this is a joke?"
"Let Adi and the others stay in our yard," Zhao Luoyang said. "If there is any movement soon, the old and the young will gather over. Adi and the others will lie on the wall. If there is any fish that slips through the net, leave it to them. Already."
Before Zhao Xueli spoke, Shi Jiu in Zhao Luoyang's mind said: "You are really good at coaxing people. With you and the Wang family here, how can you let people come here? I know it's impossible, but after you said that, I let my brother's My mouth is grinning up to my ears."
I don’t know when Shi Jiu’s address to Zhao Yuanrang changed from “your brother” to “brother Rang.”
Zhao Luoyang said: "It would be great if we can coax him. Everyone will be happy. Besides, he will also feel that they have a share in protecting the village."
Shi Jiu knew, but...when could she coax him?
"Okay, okay," Zhao Yuanrang and Zhao Yuanji kept nodding, and they grabbed Zhao Xueli excitedly, "We'll stay here and won't go anywhere."
Zhao Xueli had no choice but to agree: "If you sneak around secretly, you will never get a bow and arrow in the future."
Zhao Yuanrang and Zhao Yuanji both nodded.
The village was still talking, but outside the village, Shi Ping saw several sneaky figures appearing not far away.