For the return of the bandits, of course, the village was very lively for a while, not only many little dolls and even half-sized children came over, and they pulled their arms and hugged their legs. There were also a lot of women running over www.biquge.info the pen "Fun" pavilion, some staring at them in a daze, and some staring at them from a distance, with a red face but never willing to come forward.

Of course, there are also the bravest women, after running over, grabbing a man and dragging him out, and then directly biting it. Although the bitten person grinned in pain, the sudden happiness on his face could not be concealed.

Looking at this sudden scene, Wen Dao's heart, which had been sullen, was slammed into it by something for some reason, and his nose immediately became inexplicably sore, and some hard things in his heart seemed to melt away at once.

Unconsciously, he followed everyone to an independent wooden house built of tree stumps on all sides, and on a long row of cases, many foods in large wooden bowls and clay pots were steaming, as well as some unknown grass-roots fruit trees and dried vegetables, and a jar filled with the fragrance of wine, placed in the center.

Such a warm scene, Wen Dao was dumbfounded, and he couldn't tell what kind of banquet this was:

Celebration feast, wind feast, dust washing feast or some other name banquet?

But such a sumptuous banquet must have nothing to do with him. Because he suddenly found that they were brought in by others, but they were nothing more than trophies to show off in the hands of others. After showing it, they were immediately led out and thrown into a broken grass hut, where no one paid any attention to them.

Of course, Liu Qiu and the others now have a few fig leafs on their bodies, and it seems that the strong man also knows that after all, he has already arrived in the stockade and is unsightly. It's a pity that the hands and feet are still tied, and everyone has scars and whip marks on their bodies and faces, and it is obvious that they have suffered a lot.

Maybe he really believed the words of Wendao's overseas customers, and he seemed to be a childish young man, so except for being looted from his body, there were no other restraints and restrictions.

Because I have seen it in the mountains and forests as early as now, I have seen it twice, so now a bunch of people are mixed together, and they glance at each other, and their eyes are mixed.

Maybe it's because Wen Dao himself is now someone else's prisoner, including Liu Qiu, a group of people who originally respected him like a god, and their eyes looked at him with a lot less fear. This is exactly what Wendao expects to appear. It's a pity that until dark, except for the occasional silent eye contact with him, the rest of the time, they don't pay attention to him at all.

When he was about to lose sight of the figure, a young man came over with a straw basket, threw a few black things through the windy straw wall, and shouted:

"The owner of the village said, the food is still for you to eat. But there are only six, how to divide them, the seven of you can do it yourself. ”

"He Yilong, you little bastard!"

The fat head, who was beaten the most severely in the group and had the most ropes on his body, suddenly roared in the dark corner, and scolded him by his name:

"Don't forget what Lao Tzu did to you in the first place, so you'd better not fall into the trap."

It turned out that the young man's name was He Yilong, and he looked weird, but he couldn't figure out why he had done his own thing, but he sat opposite him, staring at him with a pair of eyes.

Hearing Wang Jie's intimidating voice, He Yilong actually laughed like a little adult:

"You old fat man, dead head, you still say how you treat me. When you were in the stockade, how did you treat me, don't you know yourself? Okay, Lao Tzu simply said, this meal of yours was deducted by me, master, and you have the ability to shoot my ass with an arrow. Lao Tzu told you that as long as you let Lao Tzu deliver the rice, you won't want to eat a bite of your rice! ”

Wen Dao listened, suddenly scratched his eyebrows in fear, and asked in a loud voice:

"Your name is He Yilong, how old are you this year, don't be so vicious, do you know?"

As soon as the words fell, Wang Jie scolded again:

"He Yilong, you glass-eyed man with a thousand cuts, don't let Lao Tzu out. As long as Lao Tzu goes out, first of all, he will pick and eat your pair of glass eyeballs! ”

Glass eyes, He Yilong?

Wen Dao was suddenly stunned, his mind couldn't help flashing, and his eyes followed, and the young man opposite was really faintly with a pair of glass-like eyeballs.

- Oh, what is his name, He Yilong, isn't he He Yilong, one of the five famous Zuo Ge departments in the late Ming Dynasty, nicknamed "Geli Eye"? By the way, the place where he gathered his people to revolt and turned to war happened to be one of the main areas of his activities.

"Little brother, you, your eyes were born like this, or did you become like this for some other reason, did anyone else call you anything other than your name?"

He Yilong ignored him, jumped up, leaned over and didn't know what to seek.

Soon, the little guy stood up straight again, a sneer suddenly appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he slowly walked to Wang Jie with his hands behind his back, and suddenly raised his hand, and a sharp stone swished straight towards Wang Jie's door.

What kind of person is Wang Jie, a sharpshooter in Liushuya Cottage, even if there are nearly 100 villages in thousands of miles of mountains and forests, if you talk about archery, it is also the absolute first, how can your eyesight and body skills be idle. He didn't panic at the moment, staring at where the wind came from, a phoenix nodded and let go of the stones.

Of course, there is the first piece, there is the second piece. After throwing a few stones, He Yilong clapped his hands and walked back to Wendao triumphantly:

"I know I can't beat you, but I'm going to be angry with you!"

As he spoke, this guy looked at the knife and asked:

"What did you just say, are you teaching me a lesson?"

Wen Dao sighed, and suddenly didn't dare to speak casually.

This He Yilong is so ruthless and resourceful at such a young age, no wonder he will be ranked among the famous "Five Departments of the Left Revolution" at the end of the Ming Dynasty in the future. No, now that I've bumpered into him, I can't let him go. Damn, this is the first person with a name and surname in history I have met!

Seeing that Wendao was suddenly silent, He Yilong subconsciously looked at his hand, and then suddenly hid behind him, squeezing out a smile on his face and said:

"Don't be afraid, we have no enmity. I heard that you are an overseas visitor, so I came to see what you really look like. By the way, are those treasures all you bring with you, and is there any difference between overseas and our Ming Dynasty? ”

A series of questions made the knife confused:

"What treasure?"

"As for those rare objects on your body, the owner of the village and the master are looking at them in a room, saying that they are all treasures, what are you doing to hide from me!"

As he spoke, the little guy suddenly became a little angry.

It turned out to be saying this, Wen Dao suddenly realized, patted his head hard, and said:

"Oh, little brother, don't be surprised, it's me who misunderstood. Because, the treasures you are talking about are actually nothing in our country, they are all standard configurations, and everyone has a share. ”

Ahh

Not to mention He Yilong this time, even the other "prisoners" who had been silent all the time exclaimed, which made He Yilong's eyes roll and scold:

"What are you called, straight lady thief, you have so much strength, you really don't need to eat!"

(This book received a notice of signing today, please rest assured that you can collect it, and strive to write a good story and ensure that the book is completed.) At the end of the Ming Dynasty and the beginning of the Qing Dynasty, it was the most memorable historical turning point in China, and I believe that every Chinese has their own heart knotted in it. Thanks to the three groups of editors, the Smurfs, who have communicated many times before the book was released, and have received a lot of inspiration and encouragement, special thanks to them! ）