The place in the Black Mountain Village is not very vast, densely occupied by thatched sheds, pickled narrow streets, so that you can feel what is called dirty and messy, sewage flowing streets and alleys, and there are constantly scrawny old people, women and children coming and going. The minions wrapped in green cloth on their heads also have vegetables on their faces, their expressions are languishing, walking crookedly, or simply squinting in the sun in the rising sun, humming comfortably, waiting for the next gruel from the cottage.

Only some special men with dirty yellow scarves on their heads showed some fierce expressions, they were the yellow turban thieves who survived the catastrophe, and at this time, they had become the main force in this cottage.

"Sanzi, how about going out?" An old minion who was holding a rusty British gun at the base of the wall and missing a few teeth asked with a smile when he saw the third son walking in front of him, but his tone was full of disdain and abuse.

The cottage should have been able to thrive, but I just don't know the height of the sky, so I have to go out of the village, and follow some bullshit sage and good teacher to fight the country, and as a result, the cottage is now not up to the bottom, and I raised these babies in vain.

The third son blushed, but his pace quickened, and he was embarrassed to talk back to these uncles.

I thought that at the beginning, I was not willing to be lonely, and followed the young village master down the mountain to work hard, originally thinking that I could be the marquis and worship the prime minister, but as a result, I took the money and food in the cottage, but it was a disgraced face, not only did the marquis worship the prime minister There was no hope, the original two thousand brothers who went down the mountain came back only a few hundred, and the cottage was almost a family wearing filial piety, and every household was crying, so how could you have a face to see people?

Looking at the third son who fled in embarrassment, the old minion moved his body to make himself more comfortable, facing the warm sunshine, squinting his eyes and muttering: "It's so easy to be the king and hegemon?" Jokes, it's so easy to say, isn't the world all the kings and emperors? Great sages and good teachers, great sages and good teachers are not using you who don't know what to use as guns, and the ones who can really achieve their goals are not great sages and good teachers? Oops, a group of hot-headed bastards are just stepping stones for people to sit on the throne, what are you playing, a good cottage, a stable life, just let you spoil it. As he spoke, he shook his head with infinite emotion, shrunk his neck, and made himself warmer in the sun, and then imagined that the gruel at night could be thicker, so that he could give half a bowl to his little grandson. - Little grandson, old age is rare.

"Being called as a gun, letting people play as monkeys, I don't know the result, and the result has made the whole cottage to this point, I really want to kill you a bull." In the middle of this messy grass shed, the only one with blue bricks and black tiles, built in the Juyi Hall, Lao Zhai advocated that the hated tiger sat on the top of the hall, looking at the grass outside the door and sighing.

He is also a robber for many generations, since his father's year, he has been doing the business of robbing houses, and later with the growth of strength, he chose this black mountain as the foundation, so there are more and more people, but in the past two years, the world has been drought, and the people are everywhere, and they have also dried up the grain and grass on their own mountains, so that the people on the cottage can only ration a bowl of gruel every day, and the real minions can only eat half full every day. But this seriously violates the principle of survival of robbers, grabbing food, grabbing money, robbing women, this is the way to survive, taking out money to buy food from all directions, which simply drops the face of peers and becomes the laughing stock of everyone.

So in principle, I should go out and rob and do this promising job.

But that's not the case anymore.

The year before last, his son Zhang Niujiao, unwilling to be lonely in the mountains, heard that the Yellow Turban uprising outside, attacking the city and pulling out the village, is very overthrown, and the son of today is going to replace him, so he wants to go down the mountain to strive for a future of changing the dynasty and becoming a prince and a marquis.

Zhang Hanhu simply scoffed at his son's decision, is it so easy to change the dynasty? The emaciated camel is bigger than the horse, just this Han Empire has been up and down for hundreds of years, although it is now extremely corrupt, but there are three nails in the rotten house, is that you hairy boys just want to overthrow it?

As a result, he couldn't resist him, and took away 2,000 elites, and the entire cottage deducted the old and weak, and took away 2,000 elites, so what was left? Go out and loot? Now the world is full of drought and mourning, robbing the people? Forget it, the people are already defenseless, and they are poorer than themselves.

Robbing the wealthy gentry everywhere? The forces of those wealthy gentry were even stronger than themselves, and they were annihilated before they robbed others.

Especially now, there are thieves everywhere around, as long as there are slightly steep mountains, there are thieves and robbers, everyone swallows each other and fights, it is commonplace, don't take your own people and horses out to rob, as a result, in a blink of an eye, their cottage was looted by others, that really became a big joke, so they can only honestly guard the cottage still, people eat horses and chew sit and eat the mountain empty.

Fortunately, in the past, his own prestige was still there, and he didn't know his reality outside, and the surrounding big families and wealthy families, who celebrated the New Year's holidays, could also send safe money and food according to the convention, so he didn't starve to death for a while because of the size of his cottage.

It seems that in the spring of next year, some land will be reclaimed around the mountain, so that the old people and children in the cottage can plant some land to make up for it.

In these years, it is not easy to do any business, now the peasants do not farm, but change their careers to become robbers, and their own robbers, but they want to change their careers to become farmers to farm, this change of boundaries is too sudden, too unboundary.

As a result, at this time, the son who went down the mountain with two thousand elites ran back in disgrace, brought out two thousand elites, and pulled back only more than 800 people, so he added more than 800 mouths to the cottage again, and his son's ambition was still not destroyed, honestly squatting in the cottage, inheriting his brilliant career in a down-to-earth manner.

As a result, these 800 people ate and drank, which was enough to cover the mouths of more than 10,000 people in their cottage, and at this time, the food stored in the cottage was consumed faster.

But the son is his own, or is he such a one, baby? can't beat or scold, can only be caused by his temperament.

"If it doesn't go on like this, we must raise more food, or wait for the spring of the next year, when the green and yellow are not harvested, our situation will be more difficult, and our cottage will starve to death. Zhang Hanhu said to a staff member beside him.

Face is very important.