Chapter 142 Eighteen Villages are in charge of two fools and shit

Looking at the big ticket, the mountain thief rushed down from the mountain.

Jietian looked relaxed and replied with a smile, "I have found out the eighteen cottages on the mountain. Five or six hundred people more, and one hundred fewer. There are also a lot of old, young women and children. If they can rob and fight, they can probably make up 1,500.

Zhao Yibiao answered the words: "Congratulations, my lord, I got another big vote."

The emotional group of people, who have not yet entered the mountain, have long regarded the 18-mile grinding knife ridge as their own territory. Even if you can be a soldier, you have calculated it.

More than a thousand people came down the mountain, obviously divided into more than a dozen groups.

Suddenly, the crowd separated from each other.

I saw dozens of animals running out, including horses, donkeys and cattle. The people on the backs of the animals are tall and burly, and there are also thin and weak. Some are wrapped in fur, and some are wearing patched cotton-padded clothes.

The most outrageous thing is that what falls behind is an inferior mule with lame legs. The man on the mule's back is a dwarf.

What's more interesting is that the mule slowly drove away from the livestock and came to call: "Oh, I opened this mountain, and I planted this tree. If you want to think about this road, stay and buy money."

It's really here to rob!

It's just that this opening, a stammer-like voice, attracted a burst of laughter. There was a soldier on the dark side of the night. He laughed too much and fell off his horse.

Someone on the opposite side really saw it and laughed together.

The dwarf made a big red face and turned his head to see that his family was following the trend. This is neither going in nor retreating, but being in the middle of the field.

There was someone behind him who coaxed: "Erkongzi, don't be ashamed. Come back quickly. Your sister told you to go home for dinner.

Jietian smiled and leaned back. After stopping a little, he whispered to the night and said, "This man is the smallest village leader in the mountain, and the cottage doesn't even have a name. There are no more than 20 or 30 people who can rob. It's just that he has a loud voice and characteristics, so every time he goes out together, he shouts.

The night is going to set up a village today. The current atmosphere is really ironic.

Finally, he was able to gain a firm foothold, and the night also thought of teasing. He turned to Zhao Yibiao and asked, "Zilong, where are your loud voices?" Call them all over. They are polite, and we have to reply, right?

Zhao Yibiao quickly found seven or eight people, holding a simple loudspeaker and lined them up. The night ordered a few more words, and only these people began to shout:

"Erzunzi, your sister calls you home for dinner! Your mother called you home for dinner! Your grandma called you home for dinner!"

Before the second stunned man in the field could react, the mule under him was shocked. He raised his front hoof and turned the master upside down.

The second stunned man made a mess and fell into muddy water. He quickly got up, pulled out the stick from his waist, and hit the mule headless.

Looking at it at night, the farce is getting worse and worse. The other party is in the mood to play, but he doesn't have much time. After saying that, he waved his hand and let the loud soldiers stop shouting.

Hei Ye waved his hand and sent Fan Qingping out to communicate with the other party.

Fan Qingping raised the whip and ran to the field. The two stunned people thought that the other party had sent someone to kill him. He didn't care about beating the mule, and even rolled and crawled back.

Fan Qingping passed by and only glanced at him without embarrassment.

Fan Qingping ran to 30 or 40 meters away from the other party and said loudly, "My family is not a businessman, but a businessman who came to settle down. What are your rules? Just come from the pipeline.

Hearing this, nearly a thousand people on the opposite side were in an uproar.

I thought it was a fat sheep, but it turned out that I came to join the gang. Some of them lost their minds and dragged the wooden stick to go back. But after a few steps, he was called back by the cottage leader.

The group of leaders riding all kinds of animals were stunned for a moment. They looked at each other in con'sinuum, but they had no idea. Some are honest and honest, and they have stopped thinking. But it's also a little ferocious, and his face is uncertain, and he doesn't seem to buy it.

As soon as the horse came out, the man immediately dressed strangely. The upper body was over a piece of wolf skin, and half of his arm was still exposed. The lower body is black cotton trousers, and there is a pair of sheepskin boots on the feet. It seems that this dress is not shabby, but intentional.

When the leaders behind him saw him come forward, they seemed to acquiesce in this behavior and stopped their voices one after another to see how he dealt with it.

Jie Tian explained beside the dark night: "This man once killed the hungry wolf with his bare hands, and he had some force. He pulled a group of people and set up the largest stockade on the mountain, called the wolf stockade. The leader's name is also quite interesting. He was originally a farmer and was called a shit egg by his family.

"Puff," the night couldn't help but spit it out. That's a good name! His father is so talented.

Caled down a little and continued to listen to Jie Tian say, "After shit, I asked for a master. The master thought the name was unlucky and changed his name to Xiaotian. This man behaves a little strangely. He will bite people randomly when he is crazy, and other village leaders are a little afraid of him. Although he shouted respectfully, he still secretly called him shit.

"Have you ever been bitten by a wolf? Rabies? Why didn't you hang up?" The night was full of doubts, but Jietian couldn't answer these questions.

While the two people were talking, the shit came to Fan Qingping and heard him shout, "It's okay to come here to set up a village, but you have to follow the rules."

"What rules?" Fan Qingping was not angry and smiled.

Shidan's dialect is barely understandable: "You can pay the protection fee first, and you don't have to pay it. You have to pass our ten-person array first."

"Oh?" Fan Qingping felt a little interesting. He said, "Dare to ask this leader, how to pay the protection fee?"

"Three or three copper coins per person!" The shit egg stammered.

When Fan Qingping heard this, she immediately understood that this person was a little confused, so she also thought of teasing: "Well, according to you, how much copper money should we give you?"

"Uh?" Shidan was stunned and broke his fingers repeatedly. Unfortunately, this arithmetic was not good, and he couldn't figure it out: "Three or three hundred, no, no. Five hundred, don't you think so? As soon as Shi Dan turned around, the words of emotion were not said to Fan Qingping, but to ask his master.

The master was a thin and weak old man. Seeing that the leader was so humiliated, he was not even in the mood to answer. He lowered his head and sighed and waved his hand, meaning that you can say as much as you want.

The shit egg put on a vicious face again and firmly said to Fan Qingping: "It's just 500 yuan, not enough."

Fan Qingping was too lazy to tease this fool anymore. She picked up the horse's coat, took out a large piece of silver and threw it over: "Look, is it enough?"

"What is this, what is this?" The shit took the silver and almost jumped up. No wonder silver circulates very little in this era, and it is not a common currency. This person can't recognize it.

Fan Qingping patted his forehead, and he was really knocked down by the shit.