Three poles higher in the sun, it's another sunny day.

After all, the rolling thunder in the past few days has not shed a drop of rain, and only the breeze has blown over the hills, bringing some relief to the hot and humid solar term that is approaching the end.

The atmosphere in Zhuangzi was solemn.

The bandits are here again!

Everyone who was chatting in the fields not long ago hurried back to Zhuangzi. The village elders called each household to hide the young and old and valuables.

By the time the hasty arrangements were over, restlessness was brewing.

A group of people surrounded the entrance of the village, with horses and guardrails built simply on wooden frames guarding the village behind. In front, there were more than ten people standing together holding sticks, forks and rakes.

Some looked nervous, or their legs were twitching, but they didn't even take a step back. Several hunters stood up, staring forward, taking out ropes, screws, hunting knives, stone breakers...all kinds of equipment and putting them on the ground.

At hand, he squatted tightly against the wooden stake and pointed the sharp spear outward.

Not far away from the confrontation, there was another group of people, but the atmosphere was completely different. Far from being so serious, they seemed to be leisurely, as if they were wandering around.

If you look closely, you will see that there is no horse, only an old donkey, and a mule leading behind. There are a few short and thin men on both sides holding slender bamboo poles, which are tightly tied with hemp ropes, and some unknown meanings are traced on one side.

pattern.

The colorful flowers are fluttering in the wind.

"Hey! That senior!"

A man walked out, raising his head and pointing his nostrils to the sky. The long knife hanging around his waist seemed to give him endless courage.

He fiddled around like a dog, and after shouting, the man took a few steps forward until he crossed over the ditch. There was a whoosh in the air, and he saw the buzzing and fluttering arrow feathers stuck two inches in front of his feet.

Gulu, after swallowing his saliva, the man looked up and saw a jujube wood bow sitting on a wooden stand beside Zhuangzi.

After wiping the sweat from his forehead, he stopped moving forward. He stroked the long knife back and forth with his right hand for a while, finally dispelling the fear just now.

Yanlang pulled out the iron sword and waved it twice in the air, as if to encourage himself. After he was satisfied, he smashed the sword on the ground and continued to shout.

"Don't make the mistake of yourselves! We have eight hundred heroes in Yuanyi Mountain. We have Hero Luo who can chop bricks and trees, and Master Zhang Xian who spits water and fire. No one can stop us!"

"The leader doesn't want to embarrass you. All he wants is money and food. It's not worth being beaten to death!"

After shouting for a few seconds, another arrow struck.

The man was so frightened that he took a few steps back. He no longer looked like before, yelling and cursing.

"Niang Xipi! If you don't pay for the food and money, I will chop you alive with a knife! You are a bunch of shameless idiots!"

Click——

The crowd was pushed aside, and one person walked out of the village.

When the shouting and cursing stopped, he saw a fat man in gray clothes walking out. The short and thin bandit was stunned for a moment, as if he recognized him, and then turned to look at the group of bandits behind him. After a while, he raised his knife and shouted again.

"Wait a moment, my dear fellows." The visitor held up his hand with a friendly smile on his face, "I just heard that all the heroes came from afar, and thought that there happened to be some surplus food in the village, so it took me a while to get it from the cellar. I hope you will

Haihan.”

"Du Qi!"

"Hey, Master, he's here! Get out of the way! Why don't you hurry up and carry it up to these masters!"

The villagers who besieged Zhuangzikou were pushed away again, but seven or eight burly men carried more than twenty full sacks on their shoulders.

"Master Yun, you..."

Twenty bags, several thousand kilograms of grain!

Everyone was surprised that the Yun Yang family had really changed their character and could let out blood to save Zhuangzi this time. However, someone soon saw the origin of the food. It turned out that not long ago, the Yun Yang family came from the Yun Yang family in the name of guarding.

Searched from every house!

"Our family also handed it over, saying it was for protecting Zhuangzi, but the result...is this!"

"Two big sacks were taken from my family, and most of the originally small surplus of food was lost."

"I thought that protecting the village, even feeding the Yunyang family, would be better than feeding the gangsters, but in the end it was still..."

The crowd was filled with indignation. The village elder walked up to the arrogant servant with a wooden stick and was about to ask something. He heard another exclamation and made a noise: "This is my family's grain bag!"

Hiss! Everyone turned their eyes, even the hunters in front who had been holding sticks and spears turned their heads.

"Go, go, go, your house and mine belong to Zhuangzi now!"

A group of servants came forward and drove away the villagers who rushed to harass him.

The others reacted quickly.

"Straight bitches! You unscrupulous people just broke into the house while everyone was away?!"

The village elder was so angry that his beard and hair were spread out, and he was pointing his fingers angrily. Even he never thought that the person in front of him was so bold. In the past, this would have been like a self-defeating village!

The pot-bellied man who was called Master Yun didn't care, nor did the servants carrying the grain.

They were not locals, they were bought from other places by two families. As for the Yunyang family... In these troubled times, how could they not be prepared at all.

"Isn't this still a little short of it? Two thousand catties, the previous amount alone is not enough."

The pot-bellied man kept saying this and that, but at this moment, the villagers couldn't care about food, were worried about their families, and asked questions one after another.

"You...you still think of yourself as a member of Duzhuang!!"

Bang, knock down the wooden stick that came with a slap.

The pot-bellied man didn't take it seriously, "Huh, you're from Duzhuang? Have you ever considered me, the Yun family, as a fellow countryman?"

A hunter was so angry that he wanted to go forward and kill the beast, but when he thought of his relatives, he gritted his teeth and had no choice but to rush home with weapons.

The pot-bellied man clasped his hands behind his back and walked toward the bandit with an indifferent expression, not caring about what was happening behind him.

No matter what they do, they are a bunch of mud-legged people. Now that the bandits from the mountains have arrived as promised, they must have succeeded in clearing the nearby hills. It is time to truly capture Duzhuang.

"Du Zhuang? Hehe, I don't know if he will still be here tomorrow."

Their family had been displaced from other counties decades ago, and now it was time for them to regain their ancestral name and restore their original appearance.

The pot-bellied man secretly thought that after solving this problem, the Yang family should also contact people in the county. It would be the right time, and the savings of decades and the grain money collected from digging three feet into the ground would be enough for them to lay out the city.

From now on, the sea is vast and the fish can jump, and it is no longer limited to a small village here.

This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! "This world is not stable."

If you don't enter the city, you will sooner or later be devoured to nothing in the mountains. If you leave now, if the situation is stable in the future, you may be able to build more foundations in the mess.

As his thoughts turned, the pot-bellied man felt very happy. He was not very interested in killing people. If they were calm enough, the gangsters might not let them live when the time came.

"Those babies can be sold to Ren Yazi, and the girls from a few families in the village are yellow and rough-skinned, but there are always lazy people who can eat them."

Not bad, not bad.

As he said, from beginning to end, there was a bottomless ravine between the two manors and Zhuangzi.

The two sides never got along, and there were even many conflicts and bloodshed over the decades. It was only later that the two families stabilized and some enemies were looking for them, so they became low-key.

Now that we have received the exact news, all the enemies in Qiyang have been wiped out, and there is no room for further action.

The two families started thinking about it, and it happened that the bandits in the mountains were showing signs again, so they immediately joined forces.

The short and thin gangster did know him, and just as everyone in Zhuangzi had always guessed, this gangster who gathered in Yuanyi Mountain had a close relationship with the Yunyang family.

But there is a slight difference in status. It is not the two families who are really in charge, but the other party who is standing in the field watching this farce with a face full of banter.

In fact, in more than ten villages within a radius of tens of miles, any big family with some background either fled away or joined forces with these bandits.

Everyone is hoarding their belongings to wait for the right time.

As for those who were damaged, they were just ordinary people who were cut off one after another.

"Mr. Yun, long time no see. I hope you are well."

"Ahem, the third master is interested. I'm fine. I would like to congratulate all the heroes of Yuan Yishan for conquering several hills and their momentum has increased!"

"Hahaha, they're just a bunch of chickens and dogs."

The pot-bellied man stepped forward, pointed at Duzhuang, which was in a mess not far away, and said with a smile: "It's a total of two thousand catties. I would like to offer it to the Third Master on behalf of the Yunyang family!"

"I hope we don't stir it up."

"Of course I don't mind, Mr. Yun is so righteous! But will the food..."

The pot-bellied man twisted his beard and smiled when he heard this, "Third Master, please rest easy. In addition to the grain caught from nearby stores, 90% of it is still stored in the cellar. The village elder has some people in the village, and several hunters are nearby.

If you don’t do something about yourself, it’s really hard to cooperate with the boss.”

Hearing this, the tall man wearing a simple leather armor also smiled. Duzhuang is the largest village within dozens of miles, with hundreds of households. In the past few times, they have not been able to benefit, so they can only look outside.

Now that he had the opportunity, he naturally wouldn't let it go, so he said no more. With a wave of his hand, a group of gangsters stepped forward, with green eyes full of green lights and strange screams, and ran towards the open door of Zhuangzi.

The villagers were in chaos, the village elder was pushed to the ground, the servants fought with the people who came to take back the food, and the horses and wooden frames were lifted.

At this time, someone dragged a bag of rice grain, only to find that what leaked out of the hole was yellow sand, not grain at all!

"Everyone, stop it! Stop robbing! Those pups!"

Before I could shout, the gangsters were already inside, with the knife in hand and blood pouring out.
To be continued...