Zhu Xiaosong knew that he was taking the blame for others, and that he was sitting on the mountain. The pot came from the sky. The pot neither said hello in advance nor cared about whether he wanted it or not. Anyway, it just hit him with a loud bang.

A farm that I had never been to, but the gentry in the village was brought to annihilate the family and distributed the money and food to the people. Together with Cao's good dream, I, Zhu Xiaosong, would I, be beaten with a bad gentry in my dream?

With such a low-level method, let alone Zhu Xiaosong, even Qian Deaf Old Dog can understand what is going on.

Of course, Zhu Xiaosong doesn’t mind taking the blame for a few more lice, anyway, there will be no itch if there are too many lice, and there will be no worries if there are too many debts.

But the blame cannot be vain.

Zhu Xiaosong smiled and took the young men from the first company of Menglianggu to the village. As soon as he arrived at the big willow tree at the entrance of the village, Zhu Xiaosong waved his hand to let the young men disband on the spot, but he took his two subordinates to the big willow tree.

Under the big willow tree at the entrance of the village, several old men in torn jackets were gathered together to bask in the sun, and there were still a few half-year-old children running around.

There is no way. These days, most of the houses of people are adobe houses with air leakage everywhere. There are no heating facilities such as heating and floor heating at home. In addition, coal and charcoal are expensive, so ordinary people are reluctant to burn the stove, so they can only bask in more sunshine to make their bodies warmer.

These old men had long noticed the movements of Zhu Xiaosong and his group. They wanted to run away, but they were afraid that something would make a difference and would annoy Zhu Xiaosong again, so they could only bite the bullet and continue basking in the sun. Several half-aged children who were still running wildly just now also hid behind the old man.

At this time, when Zhu Xiaosong, the leader, came to the big willow tree with his entourage, these old men could no longer pretend and stood up one after another.

The shoulders of these old men were slightly collapsed, and their calloused hands didn't even know where to put them. The eyes of Zhu Xiaosong were full of at a loss, and there was a hint of flattery and even flattering smile on their faces, but behind this smile was deep alert.

Zhu Xiaosong forced himself to smile and face the old people, because Zhu Xiaosong couldn't explain what he felt in his heart.

When he walked to the old men, Zhu Xiaosong smiled and said, "Old man, don't be afraid. We are neither officers nor soldiers nor bandits. We are just passing by our village, thinking about asking for saliva."

With an authentic Shandong accent, the distance between Zhu Xiaosong and them quickly moved in.

Earring the accent, even if they came from a foreign country, they would not be too far away. They also said that they were not officers, soldiers or bandits, so they were kind-hearted. Although they didn't know where they came from and what they were going to do, they shouldn't kill or set fire, right?

Several old men looked at each other, and after a while, an old man asked tentatively: "I wonder where the uncle came from? Where is he going? But what is the use of the little old man?"

Zhu Xiaosong felt uncomfortable and forced himself to laugh and said, "We are only eighteen years old, but I can't deserve the title of uncle. Old man, don't call me like this. If you don't think we are from a foreign country, it would be great to call us Zhu Langjun together."

The old man who was asking just now said quickly: "Oh, oh, the old man has met Mr. Zhu."

Zhu Xiaosong smiled, then sat down on the ground again, pressed his hands down, and said, "Don't stand like this, sit down, sit down."

The old men looked at each other again, then sat on the ground one by one, but no one sat in the stool anymore.

Zhu Xiaosong knew that these old men had not completely put down their guard and worries, so he did not persuade the old men again. He just smiled and said, "I just asked if there was anything I could help. Actually, this question really came to my mind."

The old men felt nervous, and the man who answered just now asked tentatively: "If there is any place that can be used by the old man, Zhu Langjun just told me?"

Zhu Xiaosong smiled and said, "Actually, it's nothing. Even we have been traveling for most of the day. We want to come to the village to ask for water and have lunch."

The old man who answered just now hesitated and said tentatively: "I think Lang Jun must have a hundred people under him? It's nothing to have lunch, but our Xuzhuang is poor, so there may be no good hospitality?"

Zhu Xiaosong laughed and said, "Don't worry, we are also from poor families. We don't eat this food in vain. We can give it to you how much money we should pay. And the brothers under our command are also from poor families, and no one will harm the villagers in the village."

After saying that, Zhu Xiaosong took out a piece of silver from his arms and handed it to the old man and said, "Do you always see if it's enough?"

The old man did not dare to pick up the ingot of broken silver, but instead waved his hands and refused: "What is Zhu Langjun doing? He just needs money for lunch. If he says it, he should joke that he is ignorant."

Zhu Xiaosong grabbed the old man's hand and stuffed the broken silver into the old man's hand: "It is natural to pay for food. Old man should not refuse. If you don't charge this money, then we would rather not eat this meal in Xuzhuang."

The old man was holding the ingot of broken silver in his hand, feeling a little at a loss.

Zhu Xiaosong smiled and said, "You always accept it. If you don't accept it, you will be uneasy."

The old man hesitated for a while, and finally said to another old man: "You go to the farm and shout, find a few people who know how to cook, and cook for Zhu Langjun and the others."

After a pause, the old man added: "By the way, I will kill my old hen for Zhu Langjun, and then see who has chickens in the family and let them slaughter a few."

Zhu Xiaosong noticed that although the old man was speaking to another old man just now, his eyes were always paying attention to his expression. The reason why he proposed to kill the chicken and entertained the guests was actually because he was worried that his group would suddenly turn against each other.

Zhu Xiaosong waved his hand quickly and said, "What are you doing? We are here to have lunch, not to cause trouble for the village. It is a good thing to have an old hen at home. You can lay more eggs for these little brothers to eat."

Speaking of this, Zhu Xiaosong laughed again and said, "Everyone said that this half-boy can starve me to death. Don't joke about it. We are also poor. When these little brothers were as old as the younger brothers, we woke up in the middle of the night and wanted to eat steamed buns. We knew it."

Seeing Zhu Xiaosong's sincerity, the old men finally slowly let go of their guard. Except for an old man who went back to the village to call for someone to cook, the other old men slowly smiled.

The old man in the lead habitually touched the dry tobacco pot and wanted to order a pot, but suddenly remembered Zhu Xiaosong's existence. He immediately laughed embarrassedly and said, "Let the husband laugh."

Zhu Xiaosong smiled and took the dry tobacco pot and pipe from the old man, packed it for the old man and handed it back. He took out the fire note from his arms and came to the old man's dry tobacco pot, and smiled and said, "You old man is willing to suck a bag, so don't worry about whether we suck it or not."

The old man was so flattered that he took a few breaths on fire. When the tobacco leaves in the tobacco pot were lit, he let out a long sip of cigarette, looking at Zhu Xiaosong and said, "Where did you come from? Where did you go?"

Zhu Xiaosong smiled and said, "Since you asked, we have to answer, but we have to make it first. No matter what you hear, you can't be afraid?"

The old man nodded and said, "Even if you say that, I have lived for decades. I asked myself that my vision of people is not too bad. Just because I treat old men like me like this, I know that my husband is not a bad person."

Zhu Xiaosong slapped his thighs and shouted: "But you're talking about it! We are really not a bad person!"

Zhu Xiaosong's style made several old men laugh.

Zhu Xiaosong continued, "Okay, let's talk, don't be afraid - we are the thief who was wanted by the government recently. His surname is Zhu and his name is Zhu Xiaosong."

The old men who were still laughing just now couldn't laugh. The old men who were still smoking just now coughed. A group of people stood up from the ground with a roar, looked at Zhu Xiaosong in surprise and said, "You, you are Zhu..."

The half-grown children behind the old men were afraid and angry, and their eyes looked at Zhu Xiaosong like sharp blades.

Zhu Xiaosong didn't care, but just smiled and waved his hand, saying, "Sit down, sit down, we just said, don't be afraid. I didn't expect that these old people would be afraid if they didn't keep their word."

The old men stared at me with big eyes and looked at me. I looked at you, but no one dared to sit down again. In the end, the old man who had just smoked sat down first, took a sip of the cigarette and asked, "Mr. Is Mr. Xuzhuang's name a man who is famous?"

Zhu Xiaosong smiled and waved his hand, saying, "Let me say it openly. Actually, we originally planned to come to Xuzhuang to see if there are any evil gentry bullying our people. If there is any, we will kill them. But I didn't expect that the villagers in Xuzhuang would take the lead."

"As for saying that it's worthy of our name, what can this be considered? We don't care about the big thing. Can you still be afraid of this?"

Several old men looked at each other again. The smoking old man mustered up the courage and asked with courage: "Who is the man from Xuzhuang?"

Zhu Xiaosong said: "First, see if anyone in Xuzhuang is willing to follow me to kill the Tartars. Second, come to Xuzhuang to see which old people in our village are highly respected. I would like to invite a few elderly people to organize a farmer's association."

The smoking old man asked, "What is the farmer's association?"

Zhu Xiaosong smiled and said, "This farmer association is naturally the one who speaks for us ordinary people."

"In the past, the local tyrants and evil gentry had the final say in this farm. They would occupy our land if they wanted to take over. They said whoever was the Baojia card leader was. They helped the government to bully us, not only took away the grain we had worked hard to grow, but also let us go to corvee."

"For other villages, Zhu Xiaosong beat the local tyrants and evil gentry and distributed the land to the villagers in the village. But where is our Xuzhuang? The evil gentry was destroyed, but who should decide this land?"

"If you don't say anything, just talk about this place - you just think about attacking the evil gentry, but you don't think about the government's land deed? In the future, the new evil gentry came to the government to find the land deed. What should you do?"

The smoking old man asked tentatively: "Then aren't you afraid of the government?"

After asking, the old man who was smoking laughed at himself again and said, "That's right, you dare to kill the officials and rebel, so why are you afraid of the government?"

Zhu Xiaosong nodded in agreement and said, "Isn't that the case? We have killed officials and rebelled, who is afraid of his Tartar government? To be honest, we are killing officials and rebelling, and we will have to drive the Tartars out sooner or later."

Speaking of this, Zhu Xiaosong pointed to the half-grown children behind the old man and said, "If our generation does not drive the Tartars out, these little brothers will have to continue to be bullied by the Tartars when they grow up."

"At your age, you must have heard of having hair but not having a head? There were poems in the past that these little brothers were sagging children, but look at these little brothers, what did they sag? They were like the tail of that rat!"
Chapter completed!