Bandits A and B were so frightened that they immediately dared not say a word.
Going down the mountain?
Even if you beat him to death, he won’t go!
It was because his family was so poor that he couldn't take the blame, and he was almost forced to death by the local bully landlord, so he fled to the mountains to become a bandit.
Being a bandit in the mountains requires training every day, just like joining the army, but you can still have enough food and clothing.
Even though this year, there have been famines and insect plagues everywhere, and there are floods in the south...
There are people dying of hunger everywhere, and there are scattered hungry people and refugees everywhere. In many places, officers and soldiers are fighting. On the roads, they are busy grabbing land and fighting for the top of the mountain. There is chaos everywhere.
Going down the mountain at this time? Isn’t that seeking death? Bandit A and B are not stupid!
"Coach, we are just talking nonsense, we are just joking, we really don't mean it!" Bandit A hurriedly laughed with the coach.
Bandit B also quickly echoed: "Yes, yes, we brothers have absolutely obeyed orders since we broke into the village. The village leader and the instructor told us to go east and never to the west. When we were asked to beat chickens, we would never scold dogs. I swear. !”
The instructor glared at brothers A and B and said, "You are such a mouthful. When it comes time to fight, you will use real swords and guns. If you don't have any real skills to defend yourself, you will be the first to die!"
Brothers A and B nodded repeatedly, "What the coach said is true, then you are busy, we brothers will go on to practice!"
Looking at the figures of brothers A and B running away, the coach felt some empathy in his heart.
I think that when I was trained like this, my rebellious mood was no less than that of brothers A and B.
I feel that this village is really doomed. To replace such a young child as the village leader is just nonsense, and adults like them are being treated like monkeys!
Bandits and bandit dens, don't they just eat meat and drink wine, go down the mountain to block roads and rob, and when they see beautiful women, they take them back to the cottage to sleep in?
How come it's like being in the army, with a set of strict disciplines, and you have to practice every day, just messing around!
But since I followed the little village leader to the hostile village on the opposite hill and had a fierce battle with the group of bandits, I suddenly began to appreciate the strict training that the little village master had given me some time ago.
Compared to death, being tired from training is really nothing.
Later, he followed the small village leader one after another to fight against several government sieges and attacks by other mountain forces, and almost always won a complete victory. From then on, he became more and more convinced of the small village leader.
In response to that sentence, ambition does not depend on age. Some people, even if they are young enough to be your son,
But his abilities and abilities are enough to make you want to call him daddy!
The village leader is just such a person, a young prodigy!
While the young bandits were training enthusiastically on the training ground, behind the cottage, on the entire terraced fields, the older bandits and the women of some bandit families were busy in the fields with farm tools. With.
It is also surrounded by mountains, with mountains within the mountains.
The hilltop where Xiaoyao Village is located is a natural danger, easy to defend but difficult to attack.
The large area behind the cottage was not like this before last year. It was a hillside with undulating hillsides.
After the village leader arrived, he walked around this area for three days, holding a piece of paper and a pen in his hand, walking and reading, and drawing at the same time.
Three days later, the village owner handed a blueprint to the two elders of the village and asked them to lead all the brothers in the village to cut down trees and create terraced fields.
A pond was dug under the terraces near the waterfall to divert water, and mulberry and fruit trees were planted beside the pond.
At the end of April, the world was in chaos outside, and there was not enough food everywhere.
In the past, there was a shortage of food at this time of year. The bandits were so hungry in the mountains that they could only frequently go down to rob.
But this year is different.
The owner of the small village brought a large amount of grain, fruits and vegetables from the east, took everyone to plant rice in the terraces, and arranged for the old and weak bandits, or bandits with farming experience, to take care of it.
Those who are strong can withdraw and go to the front to train.
Many bandits were born into poverty and were forced to hide in the mountains because of no choice. They have never stopped caring about their parents, wives and children in their hometown.
In the past, the rule in the village was that once you became a bandit, you were never allowed to go back.
Once you find out, you have broken the rules. Even if you are not caught by the government for sneaking home to visit your relatives, you will still be beaten to death when you return to the village.
But the village owner introduced a new rule.
The bandits can go home to visit relatives regularly, and if conditions permit, they can also bring their parents, wives and children back to the mountains.
As a result, the terraced fields, vegetable fields, orchards, fish ponds, and mulberry trees behind the cottage were all taken care of.
The seeds of hope are sown in spring. In summer, when there are insect infestations and droughts outside, the weather is smooth in the mountains.
In autumn, there is no harvest outside and war breaks out.
This village has ushered in a good harvest. The fruits are fragrant, the fish are fat, and the pigs are strong.
Everyone is self-sufficient and self-reliant. There is no need to go down the mountain to rob and do such a derogatory business.
Moreover, the small village leader also helped a protector to find his sister who had been lost when he was fleeing.
My sister was taken back to the village and married to a good brother who was a protector of the law. After the Chinese New Year, the village will welcome its first native-born new life.
In a small courtyard in front of the cottage.
Although the season is already after the 'heavy snow', the small courtyard is still full of birds chirping and flowers fragrant.
In one of the elegant and scholarly bedrooms, a young man wearing a white satin suit with silver fox fur inlays on his cuffs and collar was writing at a desk.
Just looking at his stature, one might think that this child is already nine years old, but in fact, he is still a few months short of seven.
A childish face with almost no blemishes on his handsome features.
The very bony fingers hold the brush, and they write freely on the white paper. The words they write are powerful and powerful, domineering but not ostentatious, restrained but profound, and handsome but full of strength.
Of course, insiders look at the door, while laymen look at the excitement.
"Oh my, the leader of the village is really awesome, this word is well written! Wow!"
Beside the desk, a bearded man stretched his neck, praised with a glowing face, and raised his thumb like a radish.
Standing next to the bearded man was a man wearing green clothes and a flat square scarf on his head.
This man is different from the bearded man. The bearded man has a gangster air, while this man has a bookish air.
Hearing the bearded man's compliment, the bookish man raised the fan in his hand and covered his mouth with a smile.
"Big Beard, you praise our village leader for his good calligraphy, so why do you dare to say hello? You should be more careful, otherwise, your praise will not be sincere at all!"
Hearing the scholar's words, the bearded man's eyes widened, he twisted his neck and said, "It's good, it's just comfortable at first glance. Where do you get so many tricks?"
The scholar smiled again and said: "Everything is good for a good reason. If you don't say it, it seems that the praise is insincere and like flattery!"
