Chapter 3315 Young Prodigy Xiaoyao Village Master
Bandits A and B were so frightened that they immediately dared not say a word.
Going down the mountain?
I won’t even go to death!
I fled to the mountains to become a bandit because my family was too poor to uncover the truth and I was almost forced to death by the local bully landlord.
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 this year, there have been famines and insect plagues everywhere, and there are floods in the south...
There are people dying of hunger everywhere, scattered hungry refugees everywhere, and many local officers and soldiers are fighting. , the people on the road were busy grabbing territory and competing for the top of the hill, and there was 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 coach glared at brothers A and B and said, “You are such a mouthful, but when it comes time to fight, it’s time to fight with real swords. You guys don’t have any real skills to defend yourself, you will be the first to die!”
Brothers A and B nodded, “That’s what the instructor said, 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 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 simply nonsense, treating adults like them 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 small 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 small village leader gave 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.
According to that sentence, ambition does not depend on age. Some people, even if they are young enough to be your son,
but their ability and ability are enough to make you willing to do so. Call me 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 field, the older bandits and the female dependents of some bandit families were holding their hands. Farm tools are busy in the fields.
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, stopping and reading, and drawing as he went.
Three days later, the owner of the small village gave 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 clear up wasteland, creating 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 and there was not enough food everywhere.
In the past, at this time of year, there was a shortage of food. 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 they had no choice but to miss 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 sneak home to visit your relatives and are not caught by the government, you will be beaten to death when you return to the village.
But the village owner introduced a new rule.
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.
So, the terraces, vegetable fields, orchards, fish ponds, and mulberry trees behind the village were all taken care of.
Spring sows the seeds of hope. 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 is raging.
This village has ushered in a bumper harvest. The melons and 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 village leader also helped a protector and found the protector's sister who had been lost when he fled.
My sister took her back to the village and married a good brother who was a guardian. After the Chinese New Year, the village will welcome its first native-born new life.
In a small courtyard in front of the village.
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 flaws in his handsome facial features.
The skeletal fingers hold the brush and write freely on the white paper. The words written are powerful and powerful, domineering but not ostentatious, restrained but profound, and handsome but fierce.
Of course, experts watch the door, and laymen watch 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 red face, and raised his eyebrows Thumbs up like a carrot.
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 spirit, 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, why do you dare to say hello? You should be more careful, otherwise, your praise is not sincere at all!"
Hearing what the scholar said , the bearded man's eyes widened, he twisted his neck and said: "That's good, that's good. It just looks comfortable at first glance." Where do you get so much fame?”
The scholar smiled again and said: “Everything is good for a good reason. If you don’t say it, it seems that this compliment is insincere and like flattery. ”
(End of this chapter)