A wisp of gossamer wind blowing, such a wind, a year only in spring, the rich and noble sons in the capital thought that this was the warm wind of seeking joy and singing, but the crop men in the ridges had another opinion, they had full hope and gratitude for such a wind, their faces were full of vibrant smiles, standing barefoot in the thick soil, twisting a grain of gold-like wheat seeds, facing the wind, and scattering them.

Ying Long just had a heart that couldn't be idle, and he didn't want to be stuffed in the boxy courtyard wall, so he took Ke'er's hand, led by the big housekeeper in the house, and walked around the wheat valley to take a look.

As far as the eye can see, there are wheat fields, and occasionally a few lonely trees provide shade for farmers, and the plains are dotted with a few black-brown backs, and there are bursts of ethereal love songs in the ears.

Ke'er jumped up and down, like a lark, and buried her hand in every ridge she went to, followed by a layer of green light under the soil: "Ancient Derivation Recipe - Full of Spring!"

The seeds of the crops, or some other inexplicable seeds, all broke through the ground together, and Ke'er and Ying Long had already run to the next place.

The housekeeper stared at the bull's eye, so frightened that cold sweat broke out, and hurriedly persuaded:

"My dear uncle, Miss Childe, is not playing like this, now is the season for sowing, not the season for germination, the seedlings that come out like this will die in a few days, even if they live, the wheat grains they get are not real!"

Ke'er looked at the land, but did bad things with good intentions, and felt a little uncomfortable, so she pulled up Ying Long angrily and said, "Let's go!

Ying Long looked back at the housekeeper, smiled apologetically, and was dragged away by Ke'er.

The two of them stepped on the main road of the town, listening to the shouts on both sides, Ke'er was happy again, running here and there, I don't know how much curiosity was hidden in his head, Ying Long was very distressed, one arm was supported and dragged, his footsteps were staggering, and he barely blended into the crowd.

Before he could take a look at the stall, there were bursts of drums on the loess gatehouse of the wheat valley plain, and the sound of beating together, everyone was scattered, and the sturdy coachman who pushed the wheat cart on the road picked up the flat stick and ran up to the city tower with a shout.

Now Ke'er was even more curious, pulling Ying Long, running faster than the group of coachmen, fortunately, there was a low earth wall pulling, jumping a few times, but he couldn't jump over, he was wronged, looked at Ying Long with his eyes, and said coquettishly:

"You help me!"

Ying Long smiled and hugged Ke'er, his posture was full of bells and whistles, and when he fell from the sky, he happened to land over the earthen wall.

Mai Hoarding stood on one side, behind him were burly coachmen, and on the other side was a group of bandit-like people, with knives at their waists, with a brutal appearance, the leader covered an eye patch, a mouthful of missing teeth, and shouted in a hoarse voice:

"Rich man, I heard that yesterday was your great day, why don't you invite the brothers to a glass of wedding wine and look at the bride?"

Mai Hoard frowned, raised his sleeves, and said sharply: "Say, how many caravans of wheat do you want this year?"

The bandit leader clapped his hands, looked behind him, and said with a smile: "Do you see it, I like the refreshing temperament of the rich man Mai, it's enough for the gentlemen!" Then he turned his head to the wheat hoard, bent down and smiled: "It's not much, four or five hundred cars!"

Mai hoard clenched his fists, almost smashed it, and shouted: "This is all the hard work of the croppers, don't you know?

The bandit leader was not angry, but looked more respectful, stretched out three fingers, and said, "The three hundred carts will do!"

"No way!"

The bandit leader was also annoyed, patted the notched knife on his waist, and said, "Then you can open a number." ”

Mai hoarded his hand and said, "Yesterday was my happy day, and I don't care about you, twenty-five cars, enough for those lazy men behind you to eat for a year." ”

The bandit leader was anxious, took Mai Hoard's hand, and said in surprise: "How much did you say?"

Mai Hoho shook off his hand and roared: "Twenty-five cars, also for the sake of my newly married daughter-in-law, I accumulate more virtue, and I can still hold a big fat boy in the next year, otherwise, hum, I will starve to death!"

The bandit leader was a little confused, the gap between the three hundred cars and the twenty-five cars was still quite large, and he couldn't react for a while, but when he reacted, he got angry, pulled out the gap knife on his waist, and shouted:

"Ahh

Mai Hoarding didn't say much, took the thick flat pole handed from the crowd, turned around and chopped down, although this move was not skillful, but with great force, the flat pole fell to the ground, bent more than half a foot.

If he hadn't hurriedly retreated half a step, the head of the bandit leader would have bloomed at that time, and he trembled and touched his whole body, shocked and angry, and raised his hand sharply, and shouted:

"Beat these bastards to death, rob all the wheat in the wheat valley, you won't let us have a good time, and we won't let you have a good time!"

When the two sides were tense, a few wheat seedlings grew next to them, which was of course not unusual, but the wheat seedlings grew bigger and bigger, and the branches blossomed, and after half a ring, a few ears of wheat came out, and their heads hung heavily.

This wheat is a little surprisingly big, which frightened everyone, and even the wheat hoard, who has always been unfazed, was a little confused, and asked, "What kind of demon method did you use?"

The bandit leader's face also bloomed with joy, where is this demon method made by himself, if he knows such a demon method, he still uses it every year to grab wheat to eat?

Before he could finish speaking, Mai Hoard's stick fell first, and if he hadn't taken a few steps back and barely avoided it, his head would have blossomed again, but he was not angry this time, and said with a smile:

"Why did you beat me? Ahhhh

Mai Hoard's purple face swelled, with a desperate posture, and roared: "Lao Tzu is just beating you to death, show those lazy people behind you, what is the end of laziness!"

The bandit leader was still not angry, and he ignored the thunderous wheat hoard, held a knife to chop down the barley, cut off the ears of wheat, and said with a smile: "Outside this loess wall, it's not your wheat from the wheat grain, I eat this wheat, you still have to fight with me, it's unreasonable!"

Mai Hochu snorted coldly, led a group of people behind him away, and shouted: "Come again, I'll kill you!"

A few bandits carried ears of wheat, their hearts were happy, where to pay attention to his words, the heavier the shoulders, the more happy their hearts were, the bandit leader led the way, looking at the blue sky, he thought, tonight there is another stable meal to eat.

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