"I want to use drinks as settlement expenses."
Zhao Ping said.
"This is acceptable."
The master nodded and said: "We have plenty of food on the mountain, but we are short of wine."
"I just don't know how much food you plan to make from a jar of wine?"
"A jar is worth a family's housing expenses."
Zhao Ping said.
"That won't work."
The master immediately frowned, "It's too expensive."
During the Dawei Dynasty, there was a saying that three jins of grain and one jin of wine were needed, which meant that three jins of grain were needed to brew one jin of wine.
A jar of wine costs ten kilograms, and the grain required is thirty kilograms.
The relocation fee is 50%.
According to the minimum family of three, there are still six acres of fertile land.
One stone per acre of grain is equivalent to three stones of grain per acre.
One stone is one hundred and twenty kilograms, three stones is three hundred and sixty kilograms.
A jar of wine is not even enough to cover the family's living expenses. How dare you dare to open your mouth like a lion?
The master's face was unhappy, even a little gloomy.
But Zhao Ping was not afraid, but smiled and said: "That's because Master has never tasted this lovesickness wine."
"You'll know after you taste it."
"My acacia wine uses an exclusive brewing technique. It has a mellow aroma and a sweet and refreshing taste. Drinking it every day can strengthen your body. It is better than taking any panacea."
"Yes, yes, this wine is indeed very delicious."
Wen Qi on the side echoed: "Master, please promise him quickly."
"After drinking this wine, I feel full of strength, making me like a tiger..."
Wen Qi stopped talking again.
"Ever more powerful than a tiger."
The master reminded.
"right."
Wen Qi continued, "Drinking this wine will make me more powerful, and my combat power will be greatly improved."
"It won't be a problem to chop off the boss's head with a knife."
The master glared at Wen Qi, and the master hurriedly reminded: "Xiao Qi, be careful what you say."
"I'll try it too. If it tastes good, I'll have a good talk with this guy."
The master also picked up the wine bowl and took a sip.
After tasting it, it was indeed much better than the wine they usually drank.
Putting down the wine bowl, he began to bargain with Zhao Ping.
At this moment, Li Hu spoke.
He stretched out eight fingers, curled one up and read a number.
"eight."
"seven."
"six."
"..."
"What is he doing?"
The master asked curiously.
"Count the ants."
Zhao Ping said casually: "He just spit out a mouthful of phlegm. He should be counting how many ants he drowned."
"oh."
The master ignored Li Hu and continued to bargain with Zhao Ping.
"two."
"One, down!"
As Li Hu's last voice fell, the seven leaders of Heifeng Village fell to the ground one by one.
"poisonous."
The master's face changed drastically, and he hurriedly ordered: "Come here, take these two..."
However, before he could finish his words, Li Hu grabbed his neck and forcibly lifted him up.
His face was so red that he couldn't speak.
bass.
Zhao Ping also took the opportunity to pull out the long knife from the headmaster's waist and placed it across his neck.
"Don't move, or I will kill your boss now."
The bandits were really frightened.
Zhao Ping then signaled Li Hu to put the master down.
He asked with a smile, "Master, can we have a good talk now?"
"Yes, yes."
The master rubbed his sore neck and then said: "For a jar of wine, I will give you one household's resettlement allowance as you said."
"How many households do you plan to settle?"
"Why!"
Zhao Ping sighed, "It seems you still haven't figured out the situation."
"Is that what I'm here to talk about?"
"I want to win over your copycats."
"You want to be the boss?"
The master was shocked and said: "This won't work. Everyone must have superb martial arts skills and dare to fight and kill."
"And he must be a well-known hero in the world."
"Otherwise, there is no way to convince the public."
"Even if you become the boss, you won't be able to command many bandits."
"Brother Ping, why bother talking to them?"
Li Hu took the opportunity to tie up all the seven heads. Hearing Zhao Ping's nagging, he said impatiently: "Just cut them all down. Aren't we the kings of the mountain?"
"Kill us, and I guarantee you that not only will you not be able to become king, you will not even be able to leave Black Wind Stronghold."
The master threatened.
And he winked at the little bandit standing next to him.
The bandit turned and ran away.
"If you dare to run away, I will kill you."
Zhao Ping threatened.
Unfortunately it was useless, the little bandit ran faster.
He ran out of the meeting hall in an instant.
The master sneered and said: "Did you see it? They are all bandits, and they are loyal."
"We still have the word "loyalty and justice" hanging on the top of our meeting hall. Everyone is not afraid of death. If you die for loyalty, you will die well."
"I advise you to detoxify us as soon as possible. If anything happens, let's sit down and discuss it. Why do you need to get into a tense situation and let blood flow on the spot?"
Zhao Ping also frowned.
He had watched TV and knew that ancient people valued loyalty very much.
For the sake of loyalty, he dared to rob and rebel against people in prison.
What's more, they are a group of bandits without any sense of order. They have made them angry. Even if he and Li Hu kill these leaders, it will not help, and they will still be hacked to death with random blades.
But he has a solution.
Take the licorice packet from your neck and put it under the noses of the heads of family in order to wake them up.
Only the big boss is left.
After a while, the six people came to their senses.
Staring at Zhao Ping, his eyes were about to burst.
Wen Qi was the most prosperous and roared angrily: "Boy, you dare to poison your grandpa. Untie your grandpa quickly, your grandpa will chop you to death with a ghost head knife."
Others also made bad remarks and wanted to kill Zhao Ping.
Zhao Ping didn't take it seriously and said coldly: "You are all my prisoners. If you dare to make any noise again, I will kill you now."
Those people also realized this and kept silent, but their eyes were still full of evil when looking at Zhao Ping.
I wish I could eat him alive.
"But I don't like killing, so I plan to give you a chance to survive."
"Whoever is willing to surrender to me will be spared by me?"
"But there is one condition, that is to kill your boss, and then you will be the master of your own house."
"The first one to express his position is the first master, the second one is the second master, and so on. I will give you half a quarter of an hour to think about it. After half a quarter of an hour, if you still haven't expressed your position, I will kill you all. .”
Everyone looked at each other and began to think deeply.
No one can be a good person in a bandit's den.
Everyone wants to be the boss.
There was no chance before. After all, the boss has superb martial arts skills, has the largest number of men, and has supporters, so it is difficult to kill him.
But now the opportunity has come.
They are all weighing the pros and cons.
There is only one exception.
That is Wen Qi.
He shouted at the master's throat: "Master, why are you still standing there?"
"Hurry up and dispatch your troops to kill these two people and save us."
"I……"
The master thought so, but unfortunately he also felt dizzy at the moment.
After saying just one word, I felt top-heavy and fell down.
I couldn't help but sigh in my heart, "It's over, Black Wind Stronghold is over."
"That boy actually knows how to use tricks. He must be extraordinary."
"It's not unfair that Heifeng Village fell into his hands, but my hard-working plan failed and I can only end with hatred."
"A person as smart as Master can be stunned, let alone those of us, the Five... The Five..."
Wen Qi said bitterly.
However, midway through his words, he couldn't continue.
Too anxious.
He frequently looked towards the master.
It's a pity that the master was hit by the Mongolian sweat medicine and fell into a coma, so he couldn't answer him at all.
Zhao Ping couldn't stand it anymore and reminded: "Five big and three rough."
"Yes, five big and three thick."
Wen Qi, as if enlightened, continued: "It is more normal for us big and powerful men to be stunned."
"Hey, that's not right."
Following that, Wen Qi stared at Zhao Ping curiously, as if he had discovered some new continent.
"How can you, a common man, know how to use idioms?"
"Even now, you still regard him as an ordinary citizen?"
Someone next to me sneered: "No wonder you can only be ranked seventh. Brain is a good thing, but it's a pity that you don't have it."
"Gou Laoliu, do you dare to say another word?"
Wen Qi seemed to have been stabbed in a vital point and roared: "Believe it or not, grandpa used the ghost head knife to cut off your dog's head?"
"snort!"
Lao Liu snorted coldly and dismissed Wen Qi's words.
Instead, he said to Zhao Ping: "Sir, I am willing to take refuge with you and kill the boss."
"But I have a condition."
"What conditions?"
Zhao Ping asked.
"Cancel Lao Qi's status as family leader and let him be my follower and follow me around."
"Okay, I'll untie you now, and you go kill the boss."
Zhao Ping nodded.
"Gou Laoliu, you dare to betray the boss. Aren't you afraid that he will turn into a ghost and not let you go?"
Wen Qi yelled, but Lao Liu ignored him at all.
On the other hand, a leader on the side chuckled and said mockingly: "If you loosen his bonds, the first person he wants to kill will definitely not be the leader, but you."
