"Ouch!"

When he got up in the morning, Bai Sheng screamed in pain, but the pain in his lower back spread throughout his body.

It’s really tiring to reclaim wasteland!

Moreover, the work was so exhausting that the late sorghum harvested in the first year was not even enough for the pioneers to feed the land. It would take several years of cultivation before the land would become mature.

Bai Sheng lives in a shack, not even as good as a thatched house in the countryside. The official building of a house will have to wait until the land is reclaimed.

He went out with a hoe and happened to meet the five Byford brothers.

Neither of them had much energy, and they only nodded to each other as a greeting.

Yesterday, I had been carrying water to water the burned hillsides. Today I had to turn over the soil and clean up stones and other debris. This was several times more tiring than farming. Bai Sheng was out of breath after a short while.

Damn it, why would you go into the mountains and become a bandit if you don't act like a rogue?

The women and children came to deliver the meal in the middle of the morning. While the men were devouring their food, the little leader took the opportunity to draw a pie next to him: "Don't feel tired. The land cultivated here belongs to you. The land tax collected by the village owner,

Although it is much heavier than the government, there are no such exorbitant taxes and miscellaneous taxes, and life is better than outside..."

No one paid any attention to him, they were all busy cooking.

The little boss took Bai Sheng as an example: "For people like Bai Er, who didn't have a mother-in-law in his early twenties, once he settles down in the wasteland, he can find a wife in the mountains. Wouldn't it be great to have a few more children? As long as you can farm the land with peace of mind,

Just pay the land tax to the village leader with peace of mind, and don’t worry about the rest. Compared with the outside, there are many things better in the mountains..."

Just those few words going back and forth, and repeated every day, Bai Sheng's ears were almost numb.

After finally staying up until the afternoon, the little boss suddenly announced the end of work early: "I made money from selling tea. My brothers are happy. I killed two big fat pigs. I have a good time to celebrate today. We have worked hard to open up wasteland, and we have also received some pig skins."

, pig blood and sesame, and my brothers also rewarded me with a few taels of fat. Quickly pack it back, this meal is enough, you can eat it with open belly!"

The middle and high-level members of the bandits and their families ate large chunks of meat in the village and drank from large bowls.

As for those at the bottom like Bai Sheng, they can be considered to have benefited from it.

Pork skin, pig blood, offal, fat, vegetables... are poured into a large clay pot and stewed. It tastes good and makes your belly full.

Bai Sheng held his job and looked in the direction of the village, wondering when to run away.

We finished work early today, not as tired as usual, and still had a full meal. It was a good opportunity to escape from the village.

He is not here to open up wasteland for farming!

…

There are not many bandit leaders. After all, the entire Xixiang County has a relatively sparse population.

Counting all the middle and high-level leaders, there are only three and a half tables.

These are all the backbone of Heifeng Village, and they rely on them to go down the mountain to rob. The rest of the bandits are all farmers. They are usually responsible for farming and only use weapons when officers and soldiers encircle and suppress them.

There were several tables of old, weak, women and children next to them, all the family members of the bandit leaders.

The leader of the village, Yang Jun, raised a bowl of wine and said, "It's so refreshing today. I'll do it first. I wish our Black Wind Village will become more prosperous!"

"Done!" The thieves raised their bowls.

The wine is sorghum sweet rice wine, with an alcohol content similar to that of beer.

"Eat meat, eat meat!"

Yang Jun gave the order, and the bandits let go of their hands and feet, punching, drinking, eating meat and bragging.

After drinking bowls of rice wine and about six or seven bottles of beer, people began to go to the latrine to urinate and release water.

Yang Jun stood up with a slightly red face and walked to Yao Fang: "Second brother, I'll give you a bowl!"

"It's my turn to respect my brother." Yao Fang stood up with a drink.

Yang Jun said: "The second brother did the most to rob the gang horses last year and earned a lot of gold and silver. If it weren't for the might of the second brother and the instigation of those tea and horsemen, it would be really difficult to deal with them."

Instructors, that is, low-level officers who work on errands, a group of unlucky people who work thanklessly.

The green-faced beast Yang Zhi in real history was the commander responsible for escorting Hua Shigang. If something went wrong, he would be sued. It was not the commander written in "Water Margin" because the commander was subordinate to the Dianqian Division.

But they are subordinate to military commanders or state and county officials.

Yao Fang said: "Those instigators are also bitter, they are not willing to risk their lives."

"That's when I met my second brother. I went up and killed one of them, and the rest were so scared that they ran for their lives!" Yang Jun laughed.

The first boss and the second boss had sex while talking and laughing.

Yang Jun held the wine bowl in his left hand and reached into his arms with his right hand. When Yao Fang turned around and sat down, he pulled out his dagger and stabbed him.

Don't talk about sweat medicine. That stuff is too high-end. Even poison is hard to find in the countryside.

Yao Fang did not sit down immediately, but made up his mind and said: "Brother, I can't thank you enough for taking care of me in the past few years. I don't want to make it difficult for you. After a while, I will take people away and go to work."

Find a place to set up a stronghold downstream. When the time comes, our two strongholds will support each other and fight against those bird officials together!"

Yang Jun was startled when he heard this, stretched out his hand in his arms, and then slowly retracted it.

He really regards Yao Fang as a friend. As long as Yao Fang leaves voluntarily, all conflicts will be resolved. There is no need to kill people and break the rules.

Yang Jun was even willing to give more money and food to send the person away as soon as possible, but he still said symbolically: "What are you talking about, second brother? You can stay in Heifeng Village as long as you want. Who dares to chew it?"

Tongue, I will cut off his tongue and drink it!"

Before Yao Fang could speak again, Yang Ying, the third boss, suddenly stood up, brought the bowl over and said, "I'm going to see my second brother off, so I drank this!"

Yang Jun quietly glared at his brother and complained that he was too anxious. Wasn't it obvious that he wanted to drive people away?

Zhang Guangdao sat next to him and breathed a sigh of relief.

He was really afraid that if he delayed it any longer, there would be a fight between the copycat brothers.

The more anxious Yang Ying appeared, the more reassured Zhang Guangdao was. In a few days, he would be able to leave this place and find a better place to fly.

In a happy mood, Zhang Guangdao picked up the wine bowl and drank.

"Done!"

Yao Fang happily touched the bowl with Yang Ying, then raised his neck and drank.

Seeing that the conflict had been resolved, Yang Jun, the leader of the village, laughed loudly: "I'll do it again too!"

"Done!"

Other bandit leaders also raised their bowls to touch each other.

At this moment, while the wine bowl blocked Yao Fang's view, Yang Ying suddenly took out a spear. It didn't have a wooden handle, it was only longer than a palm, and it was inconspicuous when hidden in her arms.

"Um!?"

Just as Yao Fang put the wine bowl down to his neck, he suddenly felt a pain in his abdomen and looked at Yang Ying in disbelief.

He couldn't understand why Yang Ying, the third boss, wanted to commit such a murderous act since he was about to leave and no longer had any involvement.

Yang Ying's expression became ferocious, and she violently twisted the spear, trying to rupture Yao Fang's intestines, and at the same time shouted: "Do it!"

"You birdie!"

Yao Fang became furious, grabbed the opponent's wrist with his left hand, and smashed out the empty wine bowl with his right hand.

This man was really powerful. He was stabbed in the lower abdomen by a spear and was deliberately stirred, but he still managed to bear the pain and hit Yang Ying with a wine bowl until his forehead bled.

Yang Ying wanted to take out the spear and stab her again, but her wrist was already grabbed and she couldn't break free for a while.

Yao Fang threw away the smashed wine bowl, punched Yang Ying again, and beat Yang Ying until stars appeared in her eyes.

None of the other bandits reacted.

Even the confidants of the Yang brothers thought that Huo Ping's plan was canceled at the last minute and they could have a good time drinking today.

Zhang Guangdao, who was immersed in drinking, immediately turned his head when he heard the noise, then pushed aside the fourth master next to him, picked up the bench and hit Yang Ying on the back of the head.

There was chaos at the main table.

Among the nine top leaders in Shanzhai, six are from the local faction, while only the second, fifth and ninth leaders are from the outsiders.

However, two of the six local factions had a very good relationship with Yao Fang, and they had no knowledge of the Huobing plan.

In other words, now four people are fighting three people, and there are two people who don't know who to help.

The Ninth Master Yao Chang is Yao Fang's nephew. He drank at least six bottles of sorghum rice wine. His mind was a little confused at this time, almost subconsciously, he picked up his chopsticks and stabbed the Eighth Master. The Eighth Master stretched out his left hand.

Blocking the chopsticks, he took out the spear with his right hand and stabbed Yao Chang hard in the chest.

"Stop fighting, we are all brothers!" The Sixth Master panicked and tried to dissuade him.

Yang Ying roared: "Brother, don't move yet..."

Before he finished speaking, a bench came at him, and Zhang Guangdao was knocked unconscious.

Only then did Yang Jun, the leader of the village, stop being dazed. Since his brother had already done everything he could, he had no choice but to take out his dagger and stab Yao Fang in the lower back.

"Dog thief!"

Yao Fang snatched Yang Ying's spear, turned around and stabbed Yang Jun angrily.

Being seriously injured, his speed slowed down. Yang Jun narrowly avoided it again and again, but there was still a wound on the back of his hand.
To be continued...