As the motorcade approached, there were still quite a few people.
These people wear clothes of the same color and look very organized.
All of them are tall, strong, and carry guns and knives. They don't look like they are easy to mess with.
"Looks like he's a disciple of the Kongtong Sect. He hasn't been here for several years."
Li Laosi looked at the person coming and said to the thin black man next to him.
"It's been some years. I remember the last time the Kongtong Sect passed by, it was four years ago. That time they drank tea at the Zhang family widow's tea stall and directly gave them five taels of silver. These disciples of the Kongtong Sect
, Haohengna, tut tut."
The thin black old man sighed and said.
"Hey, heroes of the Kongtong sect, please stay and have lunch after traveling all the way."
"Yeah, it's almost noon right now."
Zhou Yang put on the braised pork rice and ate small oranges while looking at the villagers in Lijia'ao and saying hello to the heroes of the Kongtong Sect.
After all, these fleets of vehicles coming and going are an important source of income for Lijia'ao.
Although this road belongs to the north-south thoroughfare, it is not an important thoroughfare. On weekdays, there may not be many waves of people passing through it by the end of January.
After seeing such generous guests as the Kongtong sect, it was natural for him to attract guests for his family.
"Is this Village Chief Li?"
A middle-aged swordsman wearing a ge robe in the convoy asked Li Laosi.
Hearing that someone among the famous Kongtong sect experts actually knew him, Li Laosi felt doubly proud. He turned around and saw a very tall man with a long sword on his back and gray hair on his temples.
Young people.
This man's eyes were very bright, as sharp as the light of a sword, with a hint of murderous aura.
Such a person is unforgettable at first sight, and you will remember that this was the person who led the team four years ago.
Li Laosi recognized him immediately, raised his hand and said, "It turns out to be Daxia Zhang from the Kongtong Sect!"
"We haven't seen each other for several years. Lijia'ao has changed a lot."
Zhang Daxia looked at Li Laosi and other people in the village with emotion.
"Um?"
Li Laosi was stunned for a moment when he heard this, looked at the scenery around him strangely, and said with a smile: "Isn't this still the same? How can there be any change?"
However, at this time, Zhang Daxia had already set his sights on Zhou Yang.
He looked at Zhou Yang who was eating oranges with a strange expression, his eyes moved, and he said: "What do you call this little brother?"
"Just call me Zhou Yang."
Zhou Yang was eating an orange and looking at this Zhang Daxia.
This man was very tall, carrying a broad sword on his back, and his face looked quite upright.
Looking at these Kongtong disciples, each one has a wind-like figure and steady steps. You can tell at a glance that they have great skills.
"My little brother has a majestic appearance, extraordinary posture, and full energy. He has good conditions for practicing martial arts and Taoism. I wonder if you would like to join our Kongtong sect?"
Zhang Daxia said directly to Zhou Yang.
"No, I want to stay in Lijia'ao and don't want to go out for the time being."
Zhou Yang refused directly.
"That's a pity."
Zhang Daxia said with some regret.
However, he was not forced.
"My hero, young hero, it's already noon. There's no village or shop here. Let's have some food before we leave."
At this time, Widow Zhang had already brought someone over, carrying bamboo tubes and some simple meals.
Someone had just returned to the village to report the news, and it happened to be noon, so every household had prepared meals.
The young and old men in the village can first feed these Kongtong disciples on an empty stomach. The world is huge and they can make the most money.
The wooden barrels of food were placed on Fangtian Road, and the sweet and fragrant food immediately filled the air.
However, when the hero Zhang saw the meal, he seemed to have seen something disgusting. He couldn't help but take a big step back, with a bright smile on his face: "No, no, we are in a hurry this time.
The specialties carried on these carts are all tributes, and they must arrive in the capital before the tribute is paid on September 15th."
"It won't take more than a moment and a half."
Widow Zhang is quite beautiful, and her voice has a bit of lust, which makes people want to move in the lower three inches of her belly.
"We all have dry food with us."
Zhang Daxia didn't give up when he saw Widow Zhang.
He immediately took out five taels of silver from his purse and placed it beside the wooden bucket. Then he picked up the pottery bowl and scooped out a bowl of water. He called to the Kongtong disciples behind him: "Come here, drink some water, and finish it quickly. Let's finish it quickly."
Hurry up and get on your way."
Seeing the money, Widow Zhang smiled happily and stopped trying to persuade her to eat something.
Soon, all the disciples of the Kongtong Sect took a few sips of water, and the convoy left in a hurry.
"Pa~"
The whip was struck on the horses' buttocks, and the pulling horses swung their hooves and sped up some speed.
Soon, the convoy left Lijia'ao and reached the mountain road outside.
"Elder Zhang, this Lijia'ao is a little weird."
A Kongtong disciple came close to Zhang Daxia and whispered.
"Silence."
Zhang Daxia glanced at the mottled stone tablet on the side of the road behind him, one foot high, with the words "Lijia'ao" written on it. It was hidden in the grass and could not be seen clearly:
"Everyone sweeps the snow in front of his own door and doesn't care about the frost on other people's tiles."
"Um."
Seeing the elder's harsh words, the Kongtong disciple immediately shrank his head and stopped talking about the matter.
Lijia'ao,
After earning five taels of silver, the widow was so happy that she wanted to go to bed.
Seeing the convoy leaving, everyone just gave it up.
The old and young men who had been doing farm work all morning picked up their rice bowls one by one to feed their shriveled and growling bellies.
After eating and drinking, we worked until about one o'clock in the afternoon. At this time, the sun in the sky was fierce, like a whip hitting the back, causing bursts of burning pain.
Everyone packed up their things and prepared to go home.
"Brother Zhou, I'll hold it for you."
Li Xiu'e saw Zhou Yang holding the pickaxe on his shoulder and quickly helped Zhou Yang take the pickaxe.
Li Laosi looked sad from behind.
However, in order not to delay my daughter in winning over this boy who was favored by all the big shots in the Kongtong sect, she still held back the sourness in her heart, pretended not to care, and talked and laughed with the old guys while holding the bag on her shoulder.
village.
The village is not big, with only a few dozen households and a combined population of only about 200 people.
Zhou Yang's house is located outside the village. It is a thatched house that was just built a few days ago.
After bidding farewell to Li Xiu'e, Zhou Yang had just taken off his clothes and took off his dirty clothes in the yard. When he picked up the gourd in the yard and prepared to scoop out cold water to rinse, he saw a rather thin figure, wearing a long gown, with his chin
Shengxuren came to the gate of the courtyard, raised his hands towards Zhou Yang in the courtyard and said, "Brother Zhou, if you have nothing to do this afternoon, how about you and Brother Wei go to Xiangshan Mountain to watch the red leaves?"
"It turns out to be Brother Wang."
Zhou Yang put down the water ladle and held his hand towards the visitor.
This is Wang Xiucai, the private school teacher in the village.
People call him Wang Xiucai, but he actually has no reputation as a scholar. He is just an old boy who has failed in many trials.
However, Wang Xiucai usually felt that he was a scholar and did not want to deal with the roughnecks in the village.
It wasn't until Zhou Yang arrived that he met by chance and during the conversation, he was so shocked that he took the initiative to make excuses.
Now, in Wang Xiucai's eyes, in Lijia'ao, only Zhou Yangcai and himself have a common topic. This is an exchange between scholars.
