Begging in late Ming Dynasty

Chapter 73 The Revolutionary Comrades of Longhu Village
In the blink of an eye, another five days passed.

It was still early in the morning, along the dry riverbed of Shazigou River, twenty or so men were walking up the river, yawning and cursing. They were kicked up at four o'clock in the morning, and they still went to the backcountry where there was no oil and water. , with this kung fu, it is better to sleep well and feel comfortable.

"Brother Fa, didn't the idiot ditch have all escaped? Last time we searched the house of Zhao Daneng, the head of the village, and there is indeed no food. Why are you here this time?"

"You know what a fart!" The fat guy Fa Ge who was the leader slapped his face, and then his fat face was full of gloominess, and he said with an evil smile.

"Nowadays, the whole of Shangnan is a big fire pit. It's rare that another idiot jumped into this fire pit in Xi'an City. Before the official dog can scrape him clean, we have to toss some oil and water first! Last time I went to Grandpa I've got a good idea, and I'll highlight all the tricks in a while! Go straight to the original Zhao Neng's house, catch the kid, and then move things to the village!"

These days, in the famine year, the world is in a bad mood, and it is not easy for anyone to live. When they hear about robbing things, no matter how much or how little, a group of village men and village men are excited, and they don't complain anymore, and start to keep their heads down. Hurrying, while walking, excitedly discussing how much food can be grabbed, whether the fool who bought the fool ditch brought a woman, can he grab another big girl or something, even if he goes back, it is not his own, at least he can touch it Have you ever touched it?

The mountain road doesn't look long, but it's enough to resist walking. Enter from the entrance of the ravine and walk up the river. There are more than 20 roads in less than five miles. When Fatty Li, who was the leader, was still blushing and mumbling about how juicy the girl in Fool's Valley was, how big her breasts were, and how soft she felt, he suddenly complained that the thin Zhuang Ding suddenly grabbed his sleeve and yelled in surprise.

"Brother Fa, when did Shazigou have another village?"

"Fart village, isn't it just a broken village?" Fatty Li, who was still crooked Song Qingshu's woman, slapped back impatiently, and opened his mouth to curse: "It's not like I haven't been here before, don't I know if there is a village? "

"But Brother Fa, really, there really is a stockade!" Covering his mouth sadly, the skinny man with a pig liver face was full of depression, and he still pointed in disbelief.

In troubled times, the grassroots rule of the dynasty tends to collapse, and a large number of rural areas are abandoned. The remaining landlords either migrate to dangerous positions, or form villages to protect themselves. This is a common phenomenon, but now, the terrible famine has just emerged. In southern Shaanxi, there are not too many villages in Jiezhai. In Shangnan County, there were originally more than a dozen larger villages, and countless small ones. Now, those fleeing famine and taking refuge, the only ones that are still intact are Funiu Village and their Longhu Village, because they built the wall early to protect themselves.

It is not easy to build a wall under the eyes of other competitors and the government. Just like Scarface, the low wall has just been repaired. Within a few days, Funiu Village and Longhu Village have all come to their door.

Although the people from Funiuzhai did it first, but Fatty Li also squatted in the idiot ditch for a day, and seeing that Song Qingshu no longer cast the wall, he went back with confidence. Building a wall to protect the whole village is not an easy task. It won't be completed in a month or two, and it's only been a few days. Scarface doesn't believe that a village can be built in Fool's Ditch.

However, no matter how unbelievable he was, he looked back in astonishment, and the two-meter-high, overall black village wall in the morning mist in the mountains still clearly caught his eyes. It was like seeing a ghost. Fatty Li jumped Gao shouted, "Impossible!"

His voice is really bad. It was foggy today. Standing on the side of the wall supported by a few logs, Zhuang Ding Sanbeard of the village guard team on the watchtower more than five meters high was still dozing off. Fatty Li yelled from below, which almost made him shiver. He glanced at the bottom of the idiot ditch. There were more than 20 uninvited guests on the edge of the field. Sanbeard grabbed the horn and stuffed it into his mouth. It was red from holding back, and it spit out the air like a big toad.

"Cuckoo cluck~"

The village was not big in the first place, but this sound almost broke the horn. It could be heard for several miles. Following the horn, three big gongs rang on the wall of the village, making a lot of noise. Amidst the voice, the two production teams working in the field outside, a hundred or so farmers ran away with hoes on their shoulders, and skilfully slipped towards the side doors on both sides of the village. After a while, they had almost run away.

At this time, more than 20 Zhuang Ding in Longhu Village had come to their senses. Fatty Li went up and slapped the skinny man with a pig liver face and scolded: "Don't rush to chase, I'm just waiting for his mother to eat shit?"

Twenty or so strong men who woke up like a dream, carrying weapons such as knives, sticks and axes, hurried up the mountain panting, waiting for them, and came out of the main gate. Closing it gave them great hope. There were fields along the way, and these people didn't care about the crops. They ran towards the gate with deep feet and shallow feet, cursing and swearing while running.

But seeing that there were still five or six meters to run to the front of Zhuangzi, it seemed that the barn and cattle shed inside were within reach. Suddenly, there was a muffled bang, and the heavy gate made of two layers of logs was suddenly released from the top of the door frame. When it came down, it turned out to be a gate!Just one step away, Fatty Li almost vomited blood out of breath, opened his mouth and cursed: "Your mother's idiot, how dare you play with your grandpa..."

But before he finished cursing, he choked back his words abruptly. Amidst the sound of crunching bowstrings, more than a dozen bows suddenly appeared on the wall of the village, and the cold arrows pointed directly at them. He ran in a hurry, These Zhuang Ding of Longhu Village ran only six or seven meters away from the Qiangzhai, so close, every shot was accurate!

"Wow! Where did the bandit come from, dare to offend our Song Family Village!"

Like an opera singer, the long-drawn sound resounded on the wall again. Fatty Li wiped his brow with beads of sweat profusely and watched with his head raised. Song Qingshu walked up the wall with three steps, followed by the scarred face. With a gaudy little flag.

"Isn't this Brother Li Fali from Longhu Village?"

With a yell, Song Qingshu lowered his head, greeted with a smile again, patted his thigh and said, "Brother, I was so scared, I thought the bandits on Funiu Mountain had come to kill me!"

"But this is?"

He couldn't turn his head well, and he couldn't survive in more than a dozen large villages. Hearing Song Qingshu's yelling, Fatty Li immediately wiped his sweat and went down the donkey, constantly clicking his chubby head.

"That's right! That's right! It's me! It's all a misunderstanding! What are you doing in a daze, why don't you put the guy away! What if you scare people?"

"Brother Fa, aren't we here to grab food, money, and women?" Seeing Fatty Li waving his hands all the time, not knowing if his head was really not working, the skinny guy with a pig liver face asked loudly from behind. , Fatty Li almost lost his breath when he heard it, and turned around and slapped him again.

"Take your mother's head, our Longhu Village is a good citizen! How can we do something that insults our ancestors? There are too many scum like you in this world now, which makes the etiquette collapse and the people's hearts not old! My Li I hate people like you the most!"

Fatty Li was really heartbroken, he nodded with his fingers, and spit flew all over the faces of several of his hands.One day, he got three big slaps for no reason. The skinny guy with a pig liver face can be regarded as a good learner. He covered his face and retreated resentfully. He didn't speak anymore. Mi is almost gone, and the smile will go too far.

"Mr. Song, didn't my old man fly into a rage when he heard that bandits from Funiu Mountain actually set fire to Mr. Song's village two days ago! The old man personally sought out the head of the bandit in Funiu Village to make a theory, but this person is really stubborn. Ling, I want to rob Village Chief Song's village, the old man is afraid that you will suffer, so let us help!"

Are you kidding me?Where is there someone holding a knife and an ax cursing and killing people who come to help?Only a fool would believe it!Hiding the knife behind his back, listening to his brother Fa making up nonsense, even the pig's face, which had been slapped three times, pouted.

Who knew that Song Qing wrote to him, he actually believed it!Excitedly slapping his thigh, standing on the wall of the village, Song Qingshu yelled with joy: "Oh! Mr. Li is really warm-hearted! These two days, Mr. Song is also worried about the bandits from Funiushan coming to rob, and there is not enough manpower! Longhu Village Brothers are really sending charcoal in the snow, Tanaka sending Xiang!"

"Why are you still standing there? Why don't you hurry up and open the gate to welcome the brothers from Longhu Village into the village!"

It's rare that Scarface didn't say a word of objection. He waved his hand to ask the village guards to put away their bows and arrows, and went down the wall to open the door with a fancy flag on their shoulders.Seeing the heavy gate of the village being slowly opened, Fatty Li couldn't help being happy again, the corners of his mouth showed a little ferocity, his eyes winked at Zhuang Ding behind him, and he sneaked his big ax picked up.

The gate of the village had just opened halfway, and Fatty Li, who was used to being a village bully, excitedly took an axe, roared and rushed into the village first, and cursed: "His grandma's playing tricks with Lao Tzu, Lao Tzu cut……"

Fatty Li's face froze again before he could finish the word chopping. Song Qingshu was standing at the door with a smile, but there were at least 100 village gentlemen standing beside him, each holding a heavy hammer, Sawblade, with a ferocious look on his face that resembles a cannibalism, turned around, maybe he was scared by his three big slaps, and a group of blind bastards behind him really looked like a friendly visitor, with their knives and guns sheathed and slowly followed , was still several meters away from him.

Seeing the blacksmith Liu Zongmin next to Song Qingshu showing off his muscular mass, naked upper body, thick arms, the thick iron pestle was bent, and beads of sweat the size of beans flowed down his forehead again. The fat man passed the ax forward with both sad hands, and shook his head with a sneer.

"Well, Village Chief Song, look at how fast my ax is, little fat!"

"Really, come as soon as you come, do you bring anything!" Song Qingshu really didn't see him, so he reached out and took the ax and hung it on his waist. The villagers of Shazigou immediately surrounded him "enthusiastically". One after another rushed to take the weapons from Ding of Longhu Village and took them with him. Some villagers were still rummaging through the clothes of the Ding Ding in Longhu. It's like the monkeys on Mount Emei surrounded by tour groups.

Seeing his subordinates being snatched away in a daze, Fatty Li's smiling face was uglier than crying, and the corners of his mouth almost twitched to his ears.

"Damn it, who is the robber and who is robbing whom?"

(End of this chapter)