A piece of white cloth with a talisman was thrown on the ground, and a young man turned around with shame and left. Then another piece, some people felt embarrassed and walked out silently, and the talisman was thrown secretly at his feet. The old men and wives and women kowtowed and burned incense a few days ago. At this time, they were even more ashamed and dispersed with disgust.

Li Dahuai's family rushed over and cried around the dead body, and rushed towards the Tianshi and others to kick and scold.

You have to be honest and don’t live. You have to be honest and know your identity more, you won’t lose your life so early. Meng Youtian waved his hand and took the villagers to the Tianshi and others to leave. Not only did he defeat the Liulihui’s attempt to lead the Shili Village, but he also eliminated the obstacles to controlling the village government, Meng Youtian’s plan to stone two birds was a great success. In fact, even he might not have thought it would be so smooth, right?

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The daylight in early winter seemed very short, and night fell early. Liulihui collapsed in Shili Village, and the village chief Li Dahuai also died. I don’t know how many families were talking about today’s events under the dim lights and thinking about their future. In the village office, Meng Youtian and Xiao Guanghe chatted with wine. This was not the friendship of landlords, but the money for wine and food was paid by Xiao Guanghe.

"Brother Meng, I am so happy today. How long has it been, and I haven't been so happy." Xiao Guanghe laughed and had a drink.

Meng Youtian just drank lightly and didn't drink well. He asked with concern: "Fourth Master, it's so cold. Does Jiulongtang still have to go east to fight the Japanese?"

"I'm not afraid of being cold. Is it better than Guandong?" Xiao Guanghe shook his head indifferently and said, "I've explored this road. I can stand firmer if I go one day earlier. This world changes quickly. Once I delay, I don't know which team will come out."

Meng Youtian nodded slightly, got up and took a few four-corner nails, took them back and handed them to Xiao Guanghe, and said, "I originally wanted to give them to the Fourth Master later, but the blacksmith shop in our village is too small and has few people, so the output is difficult to increase. I think that Jiulongtang has a lot of people and a lot of money, so I find a few more blacksmith shops to avoid delaying the main business."

"This is--" Xiao Guanghe fiddled with a four-corner nail. As soon as the door rang, Liu Feng walked in.

The girl was not polite, so she sat directly at the table, picked up the chopsticks, picked up a chicken thigh, stuffed it into her mouth and chewed it.

"Haha, this is the golden phoenix of our Jiulong Hall, the pearl in the palm of Liu Dayuan's hand, Miss Liu Fengliu." Xiao Guanghe smiled helplessly and introduced Meng Youtian, "To be honest, you have a chance!"

"It's two sides." Liu Feng rolled his eyes and said vaguely: "The first time it was him and his little lover pulling a wooden cart, and the second time it was Lianggangzhuang, that, ah, um!"

"Yes, Miss Liu has a good memory." Meng Youtian said with a smile: "Miss Liu in Lianggang Village is seriously ill and has recovered all of her. It's really gratifying."

"My niece is as good as a man, and she is very generous." Xiao Guanghe's attention was focused on the four corner nails in his hand, and he guessed: "Terrata? I have only read it in ancient books, and I don't know if it is this thing."

"It should be something similar? It will look like this when it is scattered on the road." Meng Youtian was not sure whether the caltrops and the four-corner nails were the same thing. He picked up a four-corner nail, held it in his hand, and threw it gently to make the four-corner nails fall on the table. Then, he picked it up and threw it again.

"Oh, there is always a tip that rushes up." Xiao Guanghe saw some tricks, nailed the four corners of his hand to the table and rolled it a few times, and said with a smile: "So that's it. You don't need to be buried. Just throw it on the road to hinder the enemy's movement. It's very convenient!"

"It's mainly a car against the Japanese." Meng Youtian further explained: "It will also have some effect against infantry. I haven't tried it, so it's hard to say."

Liu Feng threw the chicken bones on the table, reached out to grab the four-corner nails, fiddled with them a few times, looked at Meng Youtian with his head tilted, and said, "Brother Meng, why are you so bad? Liulizi was destroyed by you, and this Japanese will suffer your losses."

Meng Youtian rolled his eyes and said, "This is called wisdom. Miss. You have also fought with the Japanese. If you don't play tricks, you will fight with the Japanese. Do we have such a hard head?"

"This is a bit reasonable. Boy Meng, you are so smart. No wonder Uncle Fourth always praises you. Don't dig food in the soil, go with our Jiulongtang to eat pork stewed with white noodles and rolls!" Liu Feng nodded, reached out to grab the bowl, poured half a bowl of wine for himself, took a sip, and looked at Meng Youtian.

"Hehe, we can't do it, we don't have that ability." Meng Youtian laughed dryly and replied.

"What's the incompetent? You won't eat pork white flour." Liu Feng opened his eyes wide, "Do you look down on us and treat us as thieves."

"That's not." Meng Youtian shook his head and said, "We know our own weight. We are good at farming. If you swing a gun and a stick, you will be a chicken. Besides, my legs and feet are not good!" This is obviously not what he said in his heart. He really doesn't want to stay with these heroes of the wrong origin. Although he admires these bold and generous people, history has proved that the Eighth Route Army is the final winner of the battlefield behind enemy lines, and the outcome of these miscellaneous armed forces is not good.

"Who asked you to swing a stick with a gun?" Liu Feng said: "Being our master, you can provide you with delicious food and drink. You usually write and calculate and pay you a salary. As for your legs, didn't Zhuge Liang still ride a car to fight? You can just ride a horse."

"I have hands and feet, why do I need others to support me?" Meng Youtian shook his head and said, "When war, there are always wins and defeats. If I am chased by the Japanese, I will be done."

"Boy Meng, don't be ungrateful. Many people cry and shout to join us. We don't care!" Liu Feng pointed to the books on the cabinet next to him with some anger and said, "I'm so angry that I'll burn your broken book to the fire. I hate scholars the most, and they are all colorful."

"How come you, the one who is studying, offended you?" Meng Youtian said angrily: "You are crying and shouting to join the gang. You Jiulong Hall is only more than 200 people. It has been a long time since you have been struggling. If you don't expand to 1,000, you have the nerve to say it."

"You know, that's a big deal." Liu Feng said contemptly: "As the saying goes: There are many people, many dragons, many droughts. There are too many hens, and there are too many mother-in-laws cooking. When the trees are big, they attract wind, and when there are too many soldiers, there are too many camps. If there are not many soldiers, there are too many spirits, you don't understand this principle."

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