Pingkou, here is a small village not far from the county and Shanghai, there are not many villages in the vicinity, if you don't want to sleep in the wilderness, under normal circumstances, travelers and businessmen passing by this area will choose to rest here, and then turn to the county and Shanghai.

As a result, the villagers in the village are relatively prosperous, after all, the more people come and go, the more trade and goods will flow.

However, the past few years have not been very good, because of the famine in the south, a large number of hungry people have begun to flee to nearby places, and a large part of them have entered the area around the county and Shanghai.

It has been an immutable law since ancient times that hungry people will do anything, and those hungry people will disturb the peace everywhere.

This includes villages like Pingkou, which are used as intersections, and they are almost the first to be disturbed.

But if that's the case, it won't make life too difficult for the villagers. After all, the hungry are just hungry people, they wander aimlessly, and there will always be a day when they leave.

The most important problem is that some of the hungry people have been without food for a long time, and eventually gather in the nearby mountains and forests to become mountain bandits.

They looted weapons from nowhere, and often looted and looted food in nearby villages. Moreover, they move very quickly, almost stealing food and fleeing back to the mountains and forests, no one knows their exact location, and few people can take the initiative to find them.

Someone roughly estimated that this group of mountain bandits had reached twenty or thirty people, each armed with a knife, and the villagers of the small village with only farm tools in their hands did not dare to resist them at all.

In Pingkou Village, a child is sitting in front of the door, looking at a white flower in the grass in a daze, and a white butterfly is parked on the white flower, as if it is looking at the child, and it is motionless.

If nothing else happens, maybe the kids can spend the day here.

A few peasant women were drying their clothes outside the house, and the wind blew the wet clothes and shook them, shaking off the splashes of water, and it was still cool when they fell on people.

But at this time, there was a commotion at the entrance of the village.

A peasant ran into the village in a panic with a hoe on his shoulder, ran back to his house, and then closed the door tightly.

Several peasant women, who had been drying their clothes, heard the commotion and looked in the direction of the entrance of the village, and when they saw the people who came, they immediately became panicked, and they threw down their clothes one after another, fled back to the house, and locked the door.

Almost for a short time, all the villagers hid back in their houses, and some of the daring ones only dared to sneak a few peeks out of the windows.

Only the child was still sitting in front of the house, his parents were not at home, and he looked up innocently, not knowing what was happening.

Outside the village, a group of people walked into the village, dressed in gray-black cloth clothes, stepping on clogs, and holding bright blades in their hands, some carrying the blades on their shoulders, and some hanging them on the ground at will.

This group of people is the mountain bandits composed of hungry people nearby, but they can no longer be called hungry people, and now they are more like mountain bandits than real mountain bandits.

"Hey!"

The leader-like man stepped out of the bandits and shouted at the empty streets.

"Is that how you treat your guests?"

There was not a sound in the streets, not even a single figure except for children. All the villagers hid in their houses and did not dare to say a word.

The leader of the bandits glanced at his mouth, took the knife in his hand, and scanned the street up and down, and finally, his gaze fell on the child on the side of the street.

He grinned, showed his yellowish jagged teeth, lifted his steps, and strode over to the child.

"Kids. As he spoke, he picked up the knife in his hand and patted the child's face with the blade.

"What about your parents?"

The child stared blankly at the leader and blinked.

"Not at home. ”

"Do you know where your money is?" the leader raised the blade of his knife horizontally and pressed it against the child's neck.

"I don't know. ”

The child shook his head innocently, he really didn't know, he didn't even know what was hanging around his neck.

"Tsk. The chief's face darkened, and he lowered the knife from the child's neck, straightened up, and looked back at the village.

"Hey!"

He shouted, "We're just going to get a little money and food today, you'd better give it to me now." ”

"If you don't give it. The leader's eyes darkened.

"Don't blame us for robbing!"

The streets were still silent, and none of the villagers dared to say a word.

In front of these "samurai" with swords, they never had the slightest room for resistance.

The leader waited for a while, and when he saw that no one took the initiative to hand over the money and food, he raised his head and patted his face, as if he was helpless.

But the next moment, he turned around and looked at the mountain bandit behind him with a fierce expression.

"Brothers, we'll have to take it ourselves!"

The faces of the mountain bandits showed expressions that could not tell whether they were excited or fierce.

"Oh!"

They roared and raised their blades.

It looked like a group of demons howling.

The leader nodded, smiling at the child in front of him, the corners of his mouth rising more and more, and he raised the knife in his hand, his shadow enveloping the child.

In the shadows, the child innocently looked at the person who was smiling at him, as if he had no idea what was going to happen.

"That. ”

Just as the leader's knife was about to fall, a man stopped him.

"Ahh The knife in the leader's hand stopped, and he looked back with a disappointed expression.

Only then did he realize that he didn't know when, two more people walked in outside the entrance of the village, it was two women, and on a sunny day, they were holding an umbrella.

The leader was stopped by a woman dressed in light pink under an umbrella.

The eyes of all the mountain bandits converged on the two men under the umbrella not far away.

Under the gaze of so many people, the woman's voice was still flat and beautiful.

"Can we ask for directions?"