"Ouch!"

When he woke up in the morning, Bai Sheng let out a cry of pain, but the pain in his waist was involved in his whole body.

It’s really tiring to reclaim wasteland!

Moreover, it is exhausting. The late sorghum harvested in the first year is not even enough for the food of the pioneers. It has to be cultivated for several years before it can become mature.

Bai Sheng lives in a shack, which is not even as good as thatched houses in the countryside. He has to wait until the land reclamation is officially established.

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

Neither of them was inspiration, and they just nodded to each other when they met, and they said hello.

Yesterday I was always carrying water to water the burned hillsides. Today I have to turn over the soil and clean up stones and other debris. This thing is several times more tiring than farming. It hasn't been dry for long before Bai Sheng was already out of breath.

Damn, he doesn't do anything, why do he come into the mountains to be a bandit?

The female family and children came to deliver the meal in the middle of the morning. Just as the men were eating voraciously, the little leader took the opportunity to draw a big cake next to him: "Don't feel tired, the land that has been cultivated is all your own. Although the land tax collected by the village master is much heavier than the government, it is not as harsh as levies and taxes, and life is better than outside..."

No one paid attention to him and was busy making food.

The little leader took Bai Sheng as an example: "A person like Bai Er, who is in his early twenties, has no wife yet. After the land is settled, he can get married in the mountains. Wouldn't it be nice to have a few more children? As long as you farm with peace of mind and pay the land tribute to the village master, you don't have to worry about anything left. Compared to outside, there are thousands of things in the mountains..."

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

After finally staying up until afternoon, the little boss suddenly announced that he would finish work early: "I made money by selling tea. My brothers were happy and slaughtered two big fat pigs. I want to celebrate my life today. We have worked hard to open the land here, and we also divided some pig skin, pig blood and water. My brothers also gave me a few taels of fat. Get it back quickly. This meal is full and you can eat it with your belly!"

The middle and senior leaders and family members of the bandit eat large pieces of meat in the village and can drink large bowls of wine.

As for the lower class like Bai Sheng, it also benefits.

Pig skin, pig blood, internal organs, fatty oil, vegetables... poured into a large pot of pot and stewed. It tastes good and the belly is full.

Bai Sheng held his job, looked at the direction of the village, thinking about when he would leave.

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

He was not here to open up land and farm!

...

There are not many bandit leaders, after all, the population of Xixiang County is relatively sparse.

After counting all the middle and high-level leaders, they only sat in three and a half tables.

This is already all the backbone of Heifeng Village, and they are also relying on them to go down the mountain to rob. The other bandits are all farmers and are usually responsible for farming and only take weapons when the officers and soldiers encircle and suppress them.

There are several tables of old, weak, women and children next to them, all of whom are the families of bandit leaders.

The village leader Yang Jun raised a bowl of wine: "I'm happy today, I'll do it first. I wish our Heifeng Village will become more prosperous!"

"It's done!" The thieves raised their bowls.

The wine is sorghum sweet rice wine, with a degree similar to beer.

"Eat meat, eat meat!"

With Yang Jun's order, the bandits let go of their hands and feet, beat their fists and drink, and eat meat and brag.

After drinking a bowl of rice wine, I drank about six or seven bottles of beer, and some people started to urinate and release water.

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

"I should respect my brother." Yao Fang stood up with wine.

Yang Jun said: "Last year, my second brother made the most effort and earned a lot of gold and silver. If it weren't for my second brother's mighty power, those Tea Horses and Horses would have been difficult to deal with."

Instructions, that is, low-level officers who work as jobs, a group of thankless unlucky guys.

The green-faced beast Yang Zhi in real history was responsible for escorting Hua Shigang. If something went wrong, he would lose his family's lawsuit. Instead of the commander written in "Water Margin", because the commander belonged to the Palace Front Office, but the commander belonged to military generals or county officials.

Yao Fang said: "Those instructors are also miserable. They are unwilling to fight for their lives."

"That was also the second brother. I went up and killed one, and the rest were all so scared that they ran away!" Yang Jun laughed.

The boss and the second boss did a bowl of fun while chatting and laughing.

Yang Jun held the wine bowl with his left hand and reached into his arms with his right hand. He just waited for Yao Fang to turn around and sat down, then pulled out a dagger and stabbed it.

Don't mention any sweating pills, that thing is too high-end, and even poisons are hard to find in the countryside.

Yao Fang did not sit down immediately, but made up his mind and said, "Brother, I am already very grateful for my acceptance in the past few years. I don't want to make it difficult for me. After a while, I will take people away and find a place to settle downstream. At that time, our two villages will support each other and fight against those bird officials together!"

Yang Jun was stunned when he heard this, stretched out his hand in his arms, and slowly shrank back.

He really treats Yao Fang as a friend. As long as Yao Fang leaves on his own initiative, all the 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 people away as soon as possible, but he still symbolically tried to keep them: "What do you say in the second brother? You can stay as long as you want to stay in this Black Wind Village. Who dares to chew around? I will cut his tongue and drink!"

Before Yao Fang could speak, the third leader Yang Ying suddenly stood up and brought the bowl over and said, "I'll see you off to my second brother, I've had this cup!"

Yang Jun glared at his younger brother quietly, complaining that he was too anxious. Isn’t this obviously going to drive people away?

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

He was really afraid that if he dragged on it, it would cause a furious incident between the counterfeiters.

The more anxious Yang Ying was, the more relieved Zhang Guangdao was. He could leave the bird place in a few days and find another good place to fly.

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

"Done!"

Yao Fang touched Yang Ying happily, then raised his neck and rumbled to drink.

Seeing that the conflict had been resolved, the village leader Yang Jun laughed: "I'll do another bowl too!"

"Done!"

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

At this moment, while the wine bowl blocked Yao Fang's view, Yang Ying suddenly took out a dart. There was no wooden handle, it was only longer than a slap, and it was hidden in her arms inconspicuously.

"Um!?"

Yao Fanggang put the wine bowl down to his neck, and suddenly felt a pain in his abdomen and looked at Yang Ying incredibly.

He couldn't understand why he was leaving and no longer had any connections. Why did the third leader Yang Ying take this harsh action?

Yang Ying's expression became ferocious, and she twisted the dart suddenly, trying to stir Yao Fang's intestines, and shouted: "Take it!"

"You birdman!"

Yao Fang was furious, grabbed the other party's wrist with his left hand and smashed it out with an empty wine bowl in his right hand.

This man was really powerful. He was stabbed in by a spear and he deliberately stirred it, but he could still bear the pain and hit Yang Ying with a wine bowl to make her forehead bleeding.

Yang Ying wanted to pull out the dart and poke it again, but her wrist was already held, but she couldn't break free for a while.

Yao Fang threw away the smashed wine bowl and swung it out again, beating Yang Ying out of sight.

The other bandits did not react.

Even the confidants of the Yang brothers thought the hottest and planned to cancel the situation temporarily, so they could have a happy drink today.

Zhang Guangdao, who was drinking, immediately turned his head to look when he heard the movement, then pushed away the four heads beside him, picked up the bench and smashed it to the back of Yang Ying's head.

The main table was in chaos in an instant.

Among the nine major counterfeits, there are only six local sects, while only the second sects are the second sects, the fifth sect and the ninth sects.

However, two of the six local factions had excellent relationships with Yao, and they had no idea about it.

In other words, four people beat three people at this moment, and there are still two people who don’t know who to help.

Yao Chang of the Nine Dean was Yao Fang's nephew. The sorghum rice wine he drank was at least six bottles of beer. His mind was a little confused at this time, and he almost subconsciously picked up the chopsticks and stabbed them at Ba Dangjia. Ba Dangjia stretched out his left hand to block the chopsticks, took out the dart with his right hand, and stabbed Yao Chang's chest hard.

"Stop fighting, they are all their own brothers!" Liu Dingjia panicked and dissuaded.

Yang Ying yelled: "Brother still doesn't move..."

Before he finished speaking, the bench hit and was knocked unconscious by Zhang Guangdao.

It was not until this time that the village leader Yang Jun stopped being stunned. Since his younger brother had already done nothing, he had no choice and took out a dagger to stab Yao Fang in the back.

"Dog thief!"

Yao Fang snatched Yang Ying's dart and turned around and shouted at Yang Jun angrily.

Under severe injuries, his speed slowed down, and Yang Jun almost avoided it, but a wound was still cut from the back of his hand.

He led nearly two or three tables to work. Because Yao Fang's prestige was too high, Yang Jun was afraid that someone would report the news secretly, so he only told a few confidants. Most of the bandit leaders did not know about it in advance, and they didn't know who to help him when they fought.

However, the two generations of the Yang family managed a copycat, which was not something Yao Fang had in a few years of prestige. In a very short time, the neutrals made a choice - they had to help the village leader.

Maybe Yao Fang will be given a few more years, and when his prestige continues to improve, Yang Jun will not dare to take action even if he is popular!

At this moment, Yao Chang, the ninth head of the family, had been stabbed to death. Zhang Guangdao waved the bench and swept across, standing back to back with Yao Fang, who was seriously injured. The winner was soon decided on the next table, and more than a dozen bandit leaders came to surround them.

As for the bandits' families, they were completely unsure of the situation and ran away in a hurry with their children in their arms.

The two wounds were bleeding, and what was worse was that the intestines were being stirred up. Yao Fang gasped and said, "I can't do it anymore, take Brother Huan away!"

Zhang Guangdao said: "Let's go together."
To be continued...