The autumn sun is high and the wind is gentle and sunny.
Under the sun, the rolling Fulong Mountains look yellow and desolate.
Menghu Village ran back to Shanlin Old Village.
The government is mobilizing troops and generals.
However, the entire Fulong Village, which lacked information transparency, had no idea what was going on and waited for a full day as if facing a formidable enemy.
It was at this time that Cui Ying'er and the other five found out that they had made a breakthrough. After all, this kind of sudden improvement in realm was difficult for people to accept and feel in a short period of time.
They looked at the leader with a calm face in surprise. After thinking for a long time, they could only attribute it to the legendary predicament in which his potential exploded!
So Huang Dagui and Han Qiniang, who were more confident, took the initiative to go down the mountain to investigate. They were surprised to find that not only the people in Menghu Village were gone, but all the government agents had also disappeared.
"Did they give up, or did they have another purpose?"
After taking precautions, everyone returned to the village, collected the corpses, and then sat in a circle. Xiao Huang was acting coquettishly, showing off his rooster comb hair, but Huang Dagui impatiently lifted his legs and threw them aside.
"I think it's very likely that the boss's majesty frightened them. After all, those corpses cannot be faked. I was scared when I saw them."
Han Qiniang stood next to Xin Zhuo, with her hands on her hips. At this time, she had developed a blind dependence and admiration for her family's boss.
"It's too natural to take it for granted. Maybe the Tiger Village will be afraid, but the government may not be so. There are many good people in the government. Have you ever heard that the government's catchers have been abolished and the government will give up?"
Cui Ying'er crossed her legs without any scruples, and her slender legs opened her linen skirt, revealing her blue underwear, facing the sunset, she looked particularly classy, and her words were sober in the world.
"Sister Ying'er, please don't let other people's ambitions destroy your own prestige, okay?" Han Qiniang pouted, and the boss was unhappy.
"Let me tell you." Huang Dagui grinned: "Don't care about the east, west, east, and west winds, if you dare to come up again, let them try my second-grade ninth-level sword skills, hahaha..."
"The second ninth grade is the most delicious grade!" Cui Ying'er poured cold water again.
"Uh...Second Master, I don't like what you say."
Huang Dagui rubbed his nose. He had always had a hot temper, but he did not dare to provoke Cui Ying'er, not only because the latter had a cold temper and was not easy to mess with, but more importantly, he couldn't beat her.
"It's no use talking more."
Xin Zhuo interrupted the quarrel between several people and waved his sleeves, "I will serve you with pen and ink!"
"Write a poem?" The thieves were surprised.
"Holding a murder knife at night, composing poems during the day." This was the old master's life, praising the demeanor of his life-and-death enemy.
All the thieves are yearning for him, is it possible that the boss of his family has also reached such a height and is also such an elegant person?
"write a letter!"
It was impossible to compose a poem. The most you could do was to copy it like this. Xin Zhuo just felt that it was possible that the words he asked the men from Menghu Village to bring to Sun Wu had an effect. Otherwise, there would be no loss. However, Menghu Village and the government were at a disadvantage. The reason for running away without a trace?
It was really distressing, and I was worried about surviving.
"Okay!"
Han Jiulang, who didn't know what ghost letter the boss wrote, ran to move the table.
"Sister Ying'er, I'll come, I'll come."
In the past, Cui Ying'er, who was proficient in calligraphy and calligraphy, would study calligraphy for Xiaoda. This time, Han Qiniang volunteered.
The table is a long and simple square table, the chairs are bamboo chairs, and the pens, inks, paper and inkstones are all high-quality products that were stolen from corrupt officials and businessmen in previous years.
Xin Zhuo picked up his pen and started talking nonsense. However, when he looked at the pile of heads that came closer to him, he felt like he was keeping a ledger at a big banquet in the countryside in his previous life, and all his inspiration suddenly disappeared.
"So, who are you writing to, the boss?" Cui Ying'er looked suspicious.
"Give it to Sun Wu of Menghu Village. I suspect that this sixth man has not accepted the recruitment. Xigou and Jiulang will send him off later and take a look at the situation..."
"Isn't this bad?" Huang Dagui protested, "We are life and death enemies."
Bai Jianxi also pinched the orchid finger and said angrily: "Master, you are suspected of collaborating with the enemy!"
The bandit subordinates are still worried about the night attack on Fulong Village by Menghu Village, although they did not participate.
"Which one is the enemy? There are many things in the world. You might as well think about it from a different angle."
Xin Zhuo patiently explained to the bandit subordinates: "For example, if a female member of the academy goes to Goulan to be a sister at night, what would you think? Normal people would think that morals are low, people's hearts are corrupt, and they are heartbroken, right?
But what if you are a Goulan girl who refuses to be degraded and picks up guests at night, but goes to the academy to study hard, enrich yourself, and seek a future during the day? "
The thieves blinked and thought for a while, and suddenly felt as if a door had been opened, and their moods suddenly became brighter.
"Wonderful! This sister is really good." Huang Dagui clapped his hands and applauded, and then asked doubtfully: "Is it possible that this Sun Wu is a sister pretending to be?"
Damn it, this damn idea, Xin Zhuo simply said bluntly: "My grandfather beat him before he was alive, and it was not his grandfather who beat me before he was alive. What grudge do I have against him? He killed four brothers in a night attack. Among them is Li Qing, the second in charge, who is worse than me!
The key is that he has eight hundred thieves. How big a force is that? If we can make good friends with them and use them to incite hatred and ridicule the government, then we will be truly comfortable. "
"wonderful!"
The thieves suddenly realized this and couldn't help but smile. What the master said made sense.
Xin Zhuo was also inspired, and he wrote: "Sun Wu brothers are like: you and me..."
Just after writing two lines, I heard a "whoosh" sound coming from outside the gate of the cottage, and then a "ton" sound coming closer.
Everyone looked up and saw a broken arrow stuck in the courtyard. They were shocked and then confused. There was a letter fixed on the arrow.
It’s impressively the standard for shooting books!
Since it is a book shooting, it is not an enemy attack.
"What a thief!"
Huang Dagui and Bai Jianxian chased out with strong figures.
Xin Zhuo thought it was a bit ridiculous. The ancients played book shooting, just like they played kidnapping anonymous phone calls in previous lives. The other party didn't want you to know who he was, but he conveyed some information.
But no matter what, you have to adapt to the situation. If you shoot in a busy city or in the courtyard of a deep house, you can run away. What the hell are you doing in the wild mountains and shooting books? Where are you going to run?
Han Qiniang had already picked up the shooting book and handed it over.
When Xin Zhuo opened it, he roughly guessed who it was. He was probably from Menghu Village. The words "Xin Zhuo opened it himself" on the cover were crooked. No one except the bandits could write such ugly words. .
Unexpectedly, I was about to write a letter to him, but his letter arrived first.
After opening, the content is as follows:
"Hahaha, I'm happy in Beishan, how about my brother in the south? Our piggy gave birth to eight piglets, and Sanguiwa's wife also gave birth to a little piglet. What a coincidence, you say.
That lady Xiuhua is disobedient again. She calls me coquettish, shunzi, gaba chacha, which is heart-breaking...
The vat in the west corner looks good to me. If there is a gap, it can still hold water...
I'm so miserable, how are you...I always admire Old Man Xin..."
There are all thirteen pages, one or two thousand words, the kind without punctuation marks. Throughout the whole article, there are typos all over the place. It is ugly and ugly. It talks about random things and is not serious. I don’t know what I want to express. The key point is that every page is still There are arrow holes in them all, which have pierced several words and broken their meaning.
Xin Zhuo finally finished reading it and let out a long sigh. At this level, it was a third-grade primary school student's composition in his previous life. My father came home one after another, and it was better than it.
The key is what does he mean?
Cui Ying'er stepped forward and read it again, and several people looked at each other in confusion.
"The boss!"
At this time, Huang Dagui and Bai Jianxi came back carrying a skinny monkey-like young man, "This is the arrow shot by this kid. He is sneaky and doesn't look like a good person. He claims to be from the Tiger Village!"
"King Xin, you can't kill me. It was Sun Wu, the head of Menghu Village, who asked me to deliver the message. The archery book is the rule of the world."
The thin monkey was slapped twice, and there were slap marks on his face. He cried and cried, "Bows and arrows are powerful weapons controlled by the government. We only have one pair. This is the greatest sincerity."
"You're so sincere, how dare you write to me in collusion with the government?" Xin Zhuo yelled, trying to trick him.
The thin monkey was stunned and quickly replied: "Colluded with the government? When did you collude with the government? Yesterday, King Xin, you killed our second master, and the first master took us back to the village, and the chief of the police was scolding me angrily."
After receiving a positive answer, Xin Zhuo and Cui Ying'er looked at each other and secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
Han Qiniang pointed at the skinny monkey and scolded: "Assuming you know each other, where are the officers and soldiers now?"
Skinny Monkey wiped the cold sweat from his forehead: "The officers and soldiers went to our place. They seemed to be encircling us. It was only thanks to my leg skills that I practiced three hundred at night and eight hundred per day, so I was not caught by them. We are big The head of the house was anxious, so he wrote to King Xin. King Xin, please check whether the letter is well written. It is the first time for us, the head of the house, to write to someone, so we are a little shy."
As he spoke, he looked at Xin Zhuo's face carefully.
Cui Yinger and others also looked at Xin Zhuo.
Xin Zhuo was confused. Why are you so shy? Asked: "What do you mean by being the master?"
"Didn't you read the letter? I don't know." Thin Monkey looked confused.
Xin Zhuo picked up the letter and scanned it again, but still couldn't figure out the reason, so he simply picked up a pen and wrote a reply: "Master Sun, everyone is an upright person. If you have something to say, don't hesitate to talk about it. Look, don't know."
