Several people drove to the entrance of the village, slowed down, and were about to enter the village, but suddenly five or six peasant men with sticks jumped out from behind the two big locust trees, stopped the two carriages on the road, and surrounded the entrance of the village.

One of the men, who was holding a hoe in his hand, shouted at Xiao Yao: "Get out of here, otherwise don't blame us for being polite!" Listening to the man's words, the rest of the people each took two steps forward with the farm tools in their hands, trying to make Xiao Yao and his party retreat on their own.

"Hey~ Old man, we have no grudges with you in the past, and we have no enmity in the near future, why don't you let us enter the village?" Wei Wu pointed at the strong man with a horsewhip and asked dissatisfiedly.

Xiao Yao got out of the carriage unhurriedly, walked to the front, and asked, "Hello brother, we are just passing through here and want to rest here, do you have any misunderstanding?" ”

The man who spoke was not less vigilant at all, the hoe in his hand was held tighter, and he still said angrily: "You have to lie to us again, you will not let you enter the village today anyway, unless you dare to kill us people in the street, hum!" ”

At this time, it is still the role of beautiful women. Meng Ling'er got out of the carriage, moved to the farmer man, explained to a few people in a tactful tone, and explained the meaning, the man saw that Meng Ling'er was a weak woman, and looked at the carriage a few times, but as a few people said, it was just a person passing by, changed his previous attitude, restored his original simple appearance, let the others continue to guard the entrance of the village, and took Xiao Yao and his party into the village.

As he walked, he apologized to a few people and told them what had happened in the village in the past few days.

It happened half a month ago, a group of businessmen passed by the village, and after drinking the fine wine brewed in the village, they were full of praise, and some people asked about the brewing method of fine wine, and after learning that the key to making fine wine in the village was inseparable from the well water in the village, the merchant had a crooked brain.

Sakai is the only well in the village, raising the lives of the whole village, it is also magical, no matter how arid the climate is, even if the fields are not harvested, dry and cracked, this well can always have a steady stream of sweet well water for the villagers to live, I don't know how many generations have fed the village, the name of Sakai is passed down from generation to generation, perhaps because this well is the source of wine, hence the name.

At first, the merchant brought people to the village, saying that he had good wine and wanted to take some home and make it himself, but later, he paid attention to the well water, and wanted to buy the well for his own wine, but the village chief refused.

Since then, the merchants have tried every means to get water, and they have done everything they can, and the means are despicable. Every time someone comes, they always dress up differently and have different identities, just to take away the well water, and then later, they even send people to steal water at night! After being discovered by the villagers, they even threatened that if the villagers didn't know how to lift it again, they would send someone to fill the well!

Since then, under the organization of the village chief, the strong men of the village have divided into several teams and guarded the entrance of the village in shifts day and night to prevent the merchant from plotting.

Hearing this, Xiao Yao and his entourage suddenly realized, it turned out to be the case, no wonder the villagers were so nervous when they saw themselves and others rushing to the big cart.

Wei Wu spat on the ground fiercely, hated the merchant in his heart, and couldn't help scolding: "I've seen shameless, I've never seen such shameless, businessmen are all wolf-hearted people, and their conscience has been eaten by dogs." When Lao Tzu saw him, he must beat him up! ”

As soon as he finished scolding, he felt a pain in the back of his head, but Xiao Yao knocked it hard with a folding fan, and said: "People are divided into good and evil, beautiful and ugly, and businessmen are also divided into good and bad, how can you generalize?" There are two sides to everything, you can't generalize, and you can't be arrogant, and you can't be brave! ”

Let the three of them follow him, which is to cultivate them, so that they can be reused in the future and become his right-hand man, instead of continuing to be a person in the market.

Xiao Yao knows that in Xinghua Village in this era, the villagers' thinking is too conservative and they don't know how to workaround. Although it is tantamount to the merit of the meritor's practice.

When I came to the village, it was really like a paradise, and groups of children chased after me, and had a lot of fun; Some of the women at the door of the house did needlework and some sifted grain; The strong man took himself to his house, a small courtyard five meters square, three rooms, and a straw hut on the south wall, but the grass hut was clean and tidy, with a small square table and four chairs.

He bolted the carriage to the big locust tree at the door, let everyone into the courtyard, sat in the straw hut, and brought out two jars and a few porcelain bowls and put them on the table. Pull the stopper, and the aroma of wine is overflowing in an instant, wafting in the air for a long time.

"It's so fragrant~" Several people squinted their eyes and asked about the aroma of wine.

The two jars of wine weigh more than ten catties, and the strength of the wine is not large, Xiao Yao drank a few sips and felt that the degree was similar to the sake of H country at most, but the taste was much stronger than the liquor he had drunk before, and it was worthy of being able to last forever.

Xiao Yao put down the wine bowl in his hand and chatted with the strong man casually, the man was the son of the village chief, named Wang Quanquan, and the people in the village called him Dali.

Listening to Dali, the village's economic income source is very small, every family has a field, grow some grains and vegetables to be self-sufficient, and if there are other needs, the village will send a few people to the town to buy it back, basically only once a half month.

While chatting, the courtyard door was suddenly pushed open, and a person ran in, panting and shouting: "Brother Dali, that beast really came with someone, you go to the village entrance to take a look, I'm afraid we won't be able to stop them." ”

Wang Dali picked up the hoe at the base of the wall, ran out of the door with the shouting villagers, and ran towards the entrance of the village. Xiao Yao and the others then walked out of the courtyard and walked towards the entrance of the village, ready to find out.

When I came to the entrance of the village, there were many more villagers than when I first entered the village, and the entrance of the village was blocked tightly. Let Meng Ling'er and a few people stand not far away and watch, Xiao Yao and Wei Wu stepped forward and squeezed into the crowd to watch, and saw more than a dozen uniformly dressed and burly men standing opposite, with a sharp-beaked monkey gills and a fat head and big ears on the other side to form a stark contrast.

I only heard the sharp-mouthed monkey-cheeked man shouting at the villagers with his throat: "You ignorant people, Master Zhu wants to buy your water, it is a blessing that you have cultivated for several lifetimes, but you don't know what to do, Master Zhu is the maternal uncle of our county master, do you want to go to prison?" Yes? The tone was full of officialdom, intending to move out of the county master to scare off the villagers.

Sure enough, after hearing this, and seeing the battle of those people on the opposite side, some villagers began to look left and right, and slowly leaned to the side, moving slowly, for fear of attracting the attention of others. In their impression, the county lord is the sky, and he can decide their life or death.

Seeing that the words worked, the man talked endlessly, and the person known as Master Zhu on the side pointed at the crowd from time to time with his pig's trotter-like hand, and the two sang and harmonized, and the cooperation was simply seamless.