Chapter 19 The communication method of the two bandit kings
The autumn sun is high and the wind is beautiful.
Under the sunshine, the rolling Fulong Mountains look yellow and desolate.
Tiger Village ran back to Shanlin Old Village.
The government is dispatching 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 calm-looking leader in surprise. After thinking for a long time, they could only attribute it to the legendary predicament in which their 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 from Menghu Village were gone, but also all the government agents.
“Have they given up, or do they have another purpose?”
After taking precautions, everyone returned to the village, collected the bodies, 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 is very likely that the majesty of the leader scared them. After all, those corpses cannot be faked. I was scared when I saw them."
Han Qiniang stood in Xinzhuo Beside him, with his hands on his hips, he had already developed a kind of blind dependence and admiration for his 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 was 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 worry about the wind, east, west, northwest, if you dare to come up again, let them try my second-grade ninth-level swordsmanship, hahaha..."
"The ninth grade is the most delicious grade!" Cui Ying'er poured cold water again.
"Uh...Second Master, I don't like to hear what you say."
Huang Dagui rubbed his nose. He had always had a hot temper, but he didn't dare to provoke Cui Ying'er. Not only Because the latter has a cold temper and is hard to mess with, and more importantly, he cannot be beaten.
"It's useless to talk more."
Xin Zhuo interrupted the bickering of several people, waved his sleeves, "I will serve you with pen and ink!"
"Composing poetry?" The thieves were surprised.
“Holding a murder knife at night, composing poems during the day.” This is the old master’s life, praising the demeanor of his life-and-death enemy.
Every thieves yearn 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 is impossible to compose a poem. The most you can do is copy it like this. Xin Zhuo just felt that it was possible that what he asked the men from Menghuzhai to bring to Sun Wu would have worked, otherwise How could there be any reason for the Tiger Village and the government to disappear without a trace after suffering a loss?
It’s really distressing, I worry so much just to survive.
"Okay!"
Han Jiulang, who didn't know what ghost letter the boss wrote, hurriedly 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 ink, would study ink for the young master, but this time Han Qiniang took the initiative to do it.
The table is a simple long 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. I don’t know where they are produced.
Xin Zhuo picked up his pen and started talking nonsense, but when he looked at the pile of heads that came closer, he felt like he was keeping a ledger at a banquet in the countryside in his previous life, and all his inspiration suddenly disappeared.
"So, who should the boss write to?" 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 check on the situation..."
"Isn't this bad?" Huang Dagui protested, "We are mortal enemies."
Bai Jianxi also pinched the orchid finger and said angrily: "Master, you are suspected of collaborating with the enemy!"
The bandit subordinates responded to the night attack on Fulong Village in Menghu Village. Still resentful, even though 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?
< br>But what if she is a Goulan girl who refuses to be degraded and picks up guests at night, but goes to the academy to study hard, enrich herself, and seek a future during the day?" The thieves blinked and thought about it, and suddenly felt as if a door had been opened. , my mood suddenly became brighter.
"Wonderful! This girl is really good." Huang Dagui clapped his hands and applauded, and then asked doubtfully: "Is it possible that Sun Wu is a girl pretending to be a girl?"
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 boss said made sense.
Xin Zhuo was also inspired, and he wrote: "Brothers Sun Wu, how about: You and me..."
As soon as I wrote 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.
Amazingly, it’s the specifications for shooting books!
Since it is a book shooting, it is not an enemy attack.
“What a thief!”
Huang Dagui and Bai Jianxian chased him out with their strong bodies.
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, then run away. What kind of ghost shooting in the wild mountains and mountains are you doing? Where are you going to run?
Han Qiniang has already picked up the shooting book and handed it over.
When Xin Zhuo opened it, he roughly guessed who it was. It was probably from Menghu Village. The words "Xin Zhuo opened it himself" on the cover were crooked. No one except the bandits could tell. 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 am happy in Beishan, how about my brother in the south? Our piggy gave birth to (eight) piglets, and Sanguiwa's mother-in-law also gave birth to a piglet. Xiao Zaizi, what a coincidence!
That lady Xiuhua is disobedient again. She calls me coquettish, Xiao Shunzi, Gaba Chacha, which is heart-breaking...
Xi. I think the jar in the corner is very good. The hole is missing and it can still hold water...
I am suffering, how are you... I always admire Old Man Xin..."
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There are all kinds of 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 nothing 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, not knowing why.
“The boss!”
At this time, Huang Dagui and Bai Jianxi came back carrying a skinny monkey-like young man, "It was this boy who shot the arrow. He is sneaky and doesn't look like a good person. He claims to be from Menghu Village!"
"Xin Your Majesty, you can’t kill me. Sun Wu, the head of Menghu Village, 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 weapons controlled by the government. We only have one pair. This is the greatest sincerity."
"You are so sincere, you colluded with the government, and you still dare to write to me?" Xin Zhuo shouted loudly, trying to trick him.
The thin monkey was stunned and quickly replied: "Collude 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. The leader of the arrest was angry. He was scolding me.”
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 thin monkey and scolded: "Assuming you know each other, where are the officers and soldiers now?"
The thin monkey wiped the cold sweat on his forehead: "The officers and soldiers have gone to our place, it seems that they are going to To encircle and suppress us, thanks to my leg skills, I walked three nights at night. One hundred, eight hundred days, we were not caught by them. We, the masters, were anxious, so we wrote to King Xin. King Xin, please check whether the letter is well written. This is the first time for us, the masters, to write to someone. I’m a little shy.”
Looking at Xin Zhuo’s face carefully as he spoke.
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 boss?"
"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 the pen and wrote a reply: "Master Sun, everyone is an upright person. If you have something to say, don't talk about it. It’s all twists and turns and I can’t understand it”
(End of this chapter)