Chapter 3385: Celebrating New Year in the Bandit’s Den
On New Year’s Eve, hundreds of miles away in the mountains to the east of Baidi Valley.
Among the mountains, there is a mountain that is the highest, almost towering into the clouds, called Xiaoyao Mountain Village.
This is the territory of the owner of Xiaoyao Village.
There are torches on the stone walls. In the huge hall, the wine tables built with thick wooden boards like a long bridge extend from the hall to the yard outside the hall. On the big trees in the yard, there are also hanging It was full of lanterns, illuminating everything around it like daylight.
Tonight is New Year's Eve, and the brothers in Xiaoyao Village gather together, eating big mouthfuls of meat, drinking big bowls of wine, chatting about mountains and rivers, drinking and punching, and making jokes and jokes about both meat and vegetables.
However, although they are bandits, they cannot escape the bandit spirit, but if you observe carefully, you will find that these bandits are somewhat different from bandits in other places.
They walk like the wind, stand like pine trees, and sit like bells.
Even if they make jokes that are neither erotic nor vegetarian, it makes people feel that they are not so superficial, but tonight is a very special day, so give yourself a chance to release a little.
The main seat in the hall was empty, and a middle-aged man wearing a blue robe sat in the seat next to it.
The middle-aged man has a white face and a slight beard, and is clean and elegant.
At this moment, he picked up the wine cup in front of him and said to the man and woman sitting opposite him: "Master Zuo, Miss Yang, I will drink this cup of wine first as a courtesy to Mr. Wang. Thank you for your kindness to me. My second brother’s life-saving grace!”
Although he is bookish, his attitude of drinking wine is very heroic.
The sound fell and he raised his head and drank it all in one gulp.
Wang Xiucai turned the wine cup upside down, letting the man and woman opposite see that there was not even a drop left at the bottom of the wine cup.
Zuo Junmo and Yang Ruoqing looked at each other, and Zuo Junmo said: "Brother Wang, it's really good, I admire you!"
After saying that, Zuo Junmo also raised his head and drank the wine in the cup.
Yang Ruoqing picked up the wine glass and said to Wang Xiucai: "I'm not good at drinking, but tonight, New Year's Eve, I have the opportunity to get to know all the brothers in the village, and thanks to Brother Wang's hospitality, I will follow your example and have a drink. !”
Five days ago, she and Zuo Junmo landed near Baidi Valley, and then spent two days finding the top of the mountain where Xiaoyao Village is located. It is the deepest hidden mountain and the highest mountain. of a mountain.
On the way to Xiaoyao Village, they were lucky enough to witness a tragic fight in the dense forest.
There were only five or six people on one side, and the leader was a man with a beard and a sturdy back.
He took a few people who were similar to his younger brothers and drove two mule carts filled with things up the mountain. He was obviously going down the mountain to purchase supplies.
As for the other group, there were twenty or thirty people, hiding in the dense forest.
When these purchasers showed up, the people who had been ambush in advance rushed out, not only to steal the supplies, but also to kill people and silence them.
Yang Ruoqing and Zuo Junmo were also lurking on one side, originally not wanting to take part in the fight between the bandits rashly.
But when they heard the bearded man claiming to be from Xiaoyao Shanzhai during the melee, Yang Ruoqing and Zuo Junmo couldn't hold it any longer.
Just when I was thinking about how to break into Xiaoyao Village more effectively, this breakthrough came to my door.
The two men rescued the injured bearded man and killed all the twenty or thirty bandits, leaving no one alive.
Then he sent the bearded men back to Xiaoyao Village.
Only then did I realize that Luo Xiu was the third-in-command of Xiaoyao Village. That day, he took a few of his men to the market town at the foot of the mountain to buy supplies for the New Year. Little did he know that he was ambushed on the way back.
The bearded man’s surname was Liu, everyone called him Liu Sange. Liu Sange had been stabbed on his left arm and had been recovering from his injuries in the house for the past two days.
Tonight, New Year's Eve, he originally wanted to come over, but the second in command, Wang Xiucai, wouldn't let him come over.
Because I know Liu Sange is greedy for wine, but this wound cannot be touched by even a drop of wine. The wine entered his throat, as if he had drawn a line of fire and thrown it in, burning all the way into his stomach.
Yang Ruoqing felt like her whole body was on fire, burning.
Yang Ruoqing couldn't help covering her mouth and coughing. Zuo Junmo beside her quickly scooped up a spoonful of sweet soup and brought it to her lips, "Qing'er, take a sip of the sweet soup and press it down."
Yang Ruoqing shook it. Shaking his head, "Thank you, Brother Zuo, no need. I'm a little uncomfortable with this smell. I'll be fine in a while."
Zuo Junmo smiled, with concern in his eyes.
On the opposite side, Wang Xiucai saw all this and guessed in his heart that these two couples were really in love.
Wang Xiucai laughed and said to Zuo Junmo: "These are the shabu-shabu knives and strong liquor I bought in the market town at the foot of the mountain."
"Miss Yang may not be used to this taste, so I'll ask someone to bring her fruit wine."
Yang Ruoqing was about to say that it didn't matter, you don't need to be so polite, but Wang Xiucai clapped his hands.
Soon, someone brought over a small and exquisite jar with a mud seal at the mouth and a piece of red silk.
There are also three eye-catching characters written in red on the jar: "100-fruit wine".
This word is engraved and thick, elegant yet domineering.
At first glance, it is the handwriting of a great calligrapher who is very accomplished in calligraphy.
Why Yang Ruoqing thinks so, of course it is not because she is a calligrapher.
Her own handwriting was actually very sloppy, with every word flying off the wall.
She felt this way after seeing the words of four other people.
Mu Zichuan's handwriting is very engraved, as if every word was carefully carved by him and can be used to appreciate.
Zuo Junmo's calligraphy is very thick, and there is a depth and thickness flowing between the lines, like an ancient well, telling the ups and downs of the years.
As for Luo Fengtang's character, it is domineering and powerful.
Especially when telling what happened on the battlefield, the words that appear on the paper are like swords, and behind each word is a story burning with fire.
The last one is Daan.
The character Da'an is just like the person he is, elegant, handsome, without even a trace of dust.
Yang Ruoqing, a person with a sloppy handwriting, read family letters from four people who were all very distinctive in calligraphy. Therefore, over time, under the influence of her ears and eyes, although she could not write, she could appreciate them.
At this moment, when she saw the three big characters on the wine jar in front of her, her eyes lit up, as if she saw the four of them fused together.
Wang Xiucai reached over and grabbed the wine jar, wanting to remove the mud from Yang Ruoqing himself and invite her to drink fruit wine, but was stopped by Yang Ruoqing.
"Brother Wang, may I ask who wrote the three words on this wine jar?" Yang Ruoqing asked.
"These three characters are so beautifully written. You are really a master!" she said again.
Wang Xiucai was stunned for a moment, his eyes fell on those three words, and his eyes showed unabashed pride and appreciation.
Yang Ruoqing looked around at the bandit brothers who were busy eating meat and drinking wine inside and outside the hall. She guessed that Wang Xiucai was the only one here who had a scholarly air.
This word must have been written by him?
(End of this chapter)