At a glance at this jiashi, it doesn't look like a civilized squire with culture, ideals, morality and discipline, Yang Bangzi stared at the one who was talking to him, he didn't look like a good person, and he said that the bandits were almost the same!

The head is covered with a black turban, the upper body is a short water back of black silk, the copper buckles are shiny, the gun belts of the two box guns are crossed left and right on the chest, the wide plate straps are tightly tied, and the lower body is also black silk trousers, the leggings are tied all the way to the knees, and the stumbling blocks of the cow tendons of the hemp ear shoes.

Yang Stick looked tired in his heart, why? When I was in the Soviet area, those homecoming regiments and militia groups were basically dressed like this, so they lacked an armband, and they wore an armband with a spell painted on it, and the man in front of him was a lively bandit captain of the homecoming regiment.

Yang Bangzi hugged his fist, his footsteps did not stop, and he strode over from the two rows of Zhuang Ding with a cold face, this man was scattered, his face was a little uncomfortable, Lao Feng saw it, and immediately walked a few steps, took the conversation, and chatted.

The big man chased Yang Bangzi into the doorway, and whispered that the man was the head of the village, and he was in charge of those who used guns and sticks in the village, and I heard that he was still a relative of Guo Laozhai's owner.

He also whispered to Yang Bangzi that the village is very complicated, and several passers-by have come here, but it is not as simple as an old landlord leading a group of villagers.

Before he finished speaking, he went down two hurdles, passed two houses, and came to a courtyard, in the middle of the yard, the fire pit was chopping wood and burning, crackling, and the flames were red and red.

In front of the big house due north, a group of people were sitting or standing on the stone steps idly, and they saw Yang Bangzi and them entering the courtyard from the corner. They all stood up straight and looked at the famous Commander Yang.

Wearing a melon skin hat and a pair of jade glasses, it looks like either a housekeeper or a bookkeeper. Carrying the placket from the steps. Standing upright, he trotted over and greeted him with a smile on his face.

Still hugging his fists, he didn't talk or stop, he went straight to the stone steps of the big house, and Yang Bangzi started to hit the back wall of the village, and his face was like a pool of stagnant water, expressionless.

At the door of the main house, a man with a long beard fluttering. The old man with a face like a heavy jujube and a sturdy body was looking up and down at this Balu who was striding over with a two-point cold star-like gaze.

This is the owner of Guo Jiabaozi, who has a lot of money and is a wealthy man, the landlord of nearly half of the land in Xiwangzhuang, and Mr. Guo Shouqun, who has more than ten businesses in Beiping, Baoding and other places.

If it weren't for the white hair and a three-foot white beard, it would be no problem to say that he was forty or fifty years old, and this old landlord would be seventy-two years old this year!

He stood in the middle of a crowd of people, and the others were either in black robes or dressed in soapy shorts. Only he was white from top to bottom, and the neck of the white fox tail. The white satin jacket, the white silk gown, the least common is also the rarest look at in the mountains, the pair of white leather shoes on the feet.

Going out is a mountain, walking is a slope, the mountain people wear cloth shoes or hemp shoes all year round, and they have never worn leather shoes in a few lifetimes, not to mention wearing them, I have never seen them, and there are not a few outsiders in the ravine over the years.

Yang Bangzi walked a lot of places, saw a lot of people, when he was in the mine, the foreigners also took a photo, but the foreigners were not wearing white leather shoes, so he walked along the stone steps, and when he looked up, he saw the white leather shoes first, and he was stunned for a moment.

"Commander Yang, the old man occasionally felt cold, slightly unwell, never greeted from afar, rude and rude." Seeing these eight roads stunned for a moment, Mr. Guo bent down slightly, raised his right hand, and said hello.

"Guo, Mr. Guo, you're polite, your own people, you don't have to pick it up, you come smoothly, you have nothing to eat, Lao Tzu is hungry!" The kung fu of being stunned, Yang Bangzi, this kid has turned around several times in his heart!

Coming all the way from the walled gate, it can be seen that this Guojia Fort is not simple, if you want to say that the landlord or something repaired the soil fence and Zhuang Zhaizi, he Yang stick has seen more, and he has beaten down more, but he can repair such a haode cottage, or see you again!

Besides, from the man who picked him up at the gate of the village, to the people of all colors around the door of the big house, none of them were fuel-efficient lamps! The suspicion, suspicion, indifference, contempt, hostility, etc. in his eyes have all been passed through in his heart! He understood that except for the kind-looking old guy at the door, he was afraid that no one would take the trouble to venture into the encirclement of devils.

So Yang Bangzi thought to himself, don't just come up and get close, it's even more difficult to take credit, it's better to pretend to be stupid, see who they are, and find out the bottom of the village!

This sentence "Lao Tzu is hungry!" "Stunned everyone! Even the eldest man and the fifth son who followed him were embarrassed after a while, and said in their hearts, why are you still so stunned in front of other people's old people, and you are still hungry, can't you be a little promising!

Lao Feng came over and pulled the corner of Yang Stick's clothes, and just wanted to open his mouth to have a few polite words with Mr. Guo, Yang Stick shook his arm, pulled Lao Feng behind him, and spoke again.

"Old man, I'm a rough man, I will lead troops to fight, but I've walked hundreds of miles, three big battles, and I broke through the blockade line of three layers outside the three layers of the little devil, no need to be useless, I'm just hungry, I want to eat meat and drink wine!" That's not too much to ask, isn't it? ”

"It's not too much, it's not too much, you see how Commander Yang says all the things that are out of sight, others can't hide, you always lead the team to help us, what's the matter with drinking wine and eating meat! Lao Wang! Lao Wang! Tell the back, open two jars of wine, a whole back fan, and entertain the brothers of the Eight Roads! ”

The one who answered the phone was the one who wore jade glasses just now, and sure enough, he introduced him in a loud and small voice, saying that this was the housekeeper of the Guo family, and they were all taken care of by the housekeeper these days, and they ate and drank well.

Someone answered, Yang Bangzi bowed his hand to Mr. Guo who was smiling with a long beard, and he didn't go up the steps, so he followed the housekeeper to the side room, and Lao Feng and a few of them also bowed to Mr. Guo and followed over.

There are usually not many people in this huge courtyard, the big house where Mr. Guo stands is the ancestral hall of the Guo family, which is placed with the ancestral tablets of the Guo family, and the wings on both sides are the meeting hall and the study.

Now I heard that the Eighth Road came up from the back mountain, and many ordinary people came to see the excitement, and the bold ones came over to ask the soldiers how they came from among the older devils, and what new weapons did the Eight Roads have?

The housekeeper took Yang Bangzi and a few of them to the conference hall, and Zhang Luo wanted to lead the soldiers to the courtyard below to settle down, Yang Bangzi waved his hand to stop them, and said that let the soldiers come in and sit on the ground, just eat, and after eating, let them all be arranged to go to a courtyard and sleep!

Lao Feng and Lao Wuzi also complained that Yang Bangzi was making trouble, it was rude at all, Yang Bangzi saw that there were no outsiders, and the housekeeper went to Zhang Luo to eat, so he whispered to everyone not to say anything, eat first, and then go back after eating.

As far as he knows, this old man Guo is not an old landlord who is a duty, and the gang of people he raises are indeed bandits, specializing in fighting devils and puppet army convoys and traitors in the county, which can be said to be a patriotic bandit.

There are not only bandits and Zhuang Ding raised in the village, but also the fleeing people taken in by Mr. Guo, there must be thousands of people, and he is in charge of eating and drinking, which is righteous enough! Before he finished speaking, the housekeeper led the people back, and the food was served.

The meal was really fast, as soon as the mud seal of the two jars of old wine was lifted, Yang Bangzi smelled it, sorghum red! Shochu made from sealed sorghum after being buried in the ground for three years! When he was in Shanxi, after beating Pingxingguan, the common people came to the labor army and sent a few jars of this wine, and he drank three bowls at that time, and the taste has never been forgotten!

A few pots of cabbage vermicelli potatoes are also mixed with tofu and meat cubes of boiled vegetables, steaming up, this is basically the highest specification of mountain people's hospitality, of course, a few plates and bowls are also prepared, the dish is served to a large tray, four-color vegetarian dishes, four-color meat dishes, plus two kinds of snacks.

The plates and saucers were placed on the jujube wood case in the conference hall, and the hot tin wine pot was also served, Yang Bangzi looked at the housekeeper who was holding the wine cup to toast, haha smiled, got up and brought the wine jar over, poured a few big mouthfuls with a bang, grabbed a handful of cold vegetables with his hand and threw it into his mouth, chewing it with a chatter.

Except for the plate with a few pieces of dim sum that did not move, the rest were copied by Yang Stick, and all the dishes on the plate were drawn into the big vegetable pot, stirred and mixed with a vegetable spoon, and shouted that the soldiers would come to fight the dishes.

Two jars of wine have also been passed on, a warrior takes a sip, if you have a big mouth and can drink half a jar at once, no one will say anything about you!

Those two plates of dim sum, Yang Bangzi asked the old blind man to send them to the two devil captives. (To be continued......)