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After settling the only remaining people in Rutong Town, Han Feng and Zhan Fan went to several villages around the town.

These villages are either deserted for a long time, or they are heavily guarded and all are soldiers. In the mouths of these villagers, Han Feng and the others learned that they were always on guard against pirate attacks, and once there was an enemy situation, they would quickly report it and unite all the surrounding forces to fight it.

The so-called "all forces" actually refer to mountain bandits.

The pirates obviously knew about the connection between these villages and the mountain bandits, so they entered Rutong Town, and they saw that Rutong Town had always been on the side of Qinghe City and had no contact with the mountain bandits. In this hard-hit area of banditry, there is no contact with the mountain bandits, which means that it is an isolated and helpless town.

"The pirates killed people and robbed them of food, and the victims were desperate, so they all defected to the mountain bandits. The village chief, who had white hair, had a good impression of the two young men in front of him, and he didn't hide anything when he spoke, "There is a group on Xiaoning Mountain at the east end of the village, and there are about three or four hundred people gathered. They didn't harass the village, and they even went down the mountain to help us harvest the grain when the farm was busy a month ago. When we give them food, they won't ask for it. They said that they themselves were from other villages, and they knew our hard work, so how could they eat our food for no reason. ”

Speaking of this, the village chief pursed his toothless mouth and laughed twice: "Alas, in fact, how can it be called eating our food for no reason? helping to do farm work and defend against pirates...... They won't take credit. ”

Han Feng and Zhan Fan didn't expect that the so-called "collusion" between pirates and mountain bandits was such a collusion method, and when they heard the village chief silently praise how the mountain bandits were noble and willing to help others, the two felt even more helpless. Zhan Fan asked, "They don't eat yours, so what do they eat?"

It was rare for Zhan Fan to be able to ask to the point, and Han Feng looked at him with a little appreciation in his eyes. Zhan Fan didn't know why Brother Han looked at him like this, scratched his head, and laughed twice.

The village chief had apparently asked this question earlier, and had already received the answer, so he said, "They occupy the mountains and eat the mountains." In addition to hunting, it also occupies the mountain road. Mountain bandits, if you don't rob or rob, how can you be called bandits?"

Zhan Fan asked again: "Who is robbing?"

The village chief smiled: "Passers-by, rich people, old men of Qinghe City." Of course, in recent days there have also been pirates. ”

When Han Feng heard this, he realized that his previous thoughts were wrong. He always thought that the mountain bandits were also the products of the official bandits' family, but now he realized that they were actually a "family of people's bandits", no wonder the mountain bandits who were killed by Zhan Fan before were all skinny hungry people. Han Feng sighed lightly, thinking about the thousands of corpses, and closed his eyes slightly.

Zhan Fan has not experienced much after all, he has grown up in the palace since he was a child, so he is jealous and hateful, and his mind is all on the side of the government: "Why do you want to rob the rich?

Hearing that Zhan Fan's tone was starting to be wrong, Han Feng hurriedly pulled his arm, first smiled and nodded to the village chief, and then dragged Zhan Fan to a deserted and uninhabited place. The only thing he was glad about now was that Zhan Fan was still full of respect for him, so although he was dissatisfied with the interruption of the question, he didn't struggle too much.

Zhan Fan obediently followed Han Feng to a big tree with a brain, and when he saw that there were no people around, he frowned and said, "Brother Han, what are you pulling me for? What bad things did the rich and the people of Qinghe City do, the village chief said that when the mountain bandits robbed them, it was right, but it was as it should be." I really don't understand. ”

For Han Feng, robbing the rich and helping the poor is not a very strange thing, but although it is not a stranger, it does not mean that he agrees. On the way from Changmen Mountain to Huadu in Windy City, he also met several groups of road-cutting thieves. Those bandits, without exception, all used robbing the rich and helping the poor as their slogan, and in the end, Han Feng only felt that this was not their real behavior, but just an excuse for "getting something for nothing".

Are the rich all bad people? Among these rich people, aren't there those who have struggled from the poor step by step with their own hands? As for the wealth obtained by their own efforts and intelligence, Han Feng has always thought that everyone should share it, so why grab it?

As for the old men who robbed Qinghe City, this is even more of a crime to add, and there is no excuse. Living in Qinghe City doesn't mean anything, just as the people in the imperial capital are not all relatives of the emperor, and the people in the Huadu of Fengcheng are not all prostitutes.

But it is clear that the actions of the mountain bandits made the villagers feel very happy and relieved, and they did what these people always wanted to do but did not dare to do. Han Feng didn't know what the reason for this was, but since the mountain bandits had developed to this point, Ouyang Houye, who wanted to come to Qinghe City, really did something angry and resentful, and the people's will made Han Feng unable to say the reason why the mountain bandits should be killed.

What is the origin of all this? If the mountain bandits represent the anger of the people in the lower reaches of the river, how can this anger be quelled?

These are the priorities of the day. But for Zhan Fan, who thinks about things, these are difficult to understand.

After getting along for the past few days, Han Feng knew Zhan Fan very well, so he didn't want to waste his words on him at all. He just smiled and said, "I have other ideas." ”

Zhan Fan was really aroused by his curiosity, and he no longer bothered with Fang Cai's question: "What?"

Han Feng said: "Why don't we go to Xiaoning Mountain and have a look." Sneak a look, don't kill. To be honest, he was really afraid that Zhan Fan would be a martial madman again, so he added a special sentence "Don't kill".

Zhan Fan has an advantage, that is, he will unswervingly carry out what he promised, and he will never break his promise. So, when Han Feng saw Zhan Fan nodding heavily, he was completely relieved.

Seeing Han Feng's expression, Zhan Fan vaguely felt that he was being led by Han Feng's nose, but this doubt flashed, he scratched his nose, and forcibly postponed his plan to kill the mountain bandits. He asked, "Brother Han, what do you want to see?"

Han Feng smiled slightly: "Look at how they are mountain bandits, and see if they are as good as the village chief said." If it's really good, we might as well be bandits. ”

"Huh?" Zhan Fan was completely dumbfounded, but seeing that Han Feng had made up his mind, he had no choice but to pout helplessly and said, "Okay, I won't do anything to go down the mountain to rob." ”

Han Feng smiled, noncommittal. He had joined the Jiangxing Gang, but Zhan Fan did not. Even the Jinjiang Xinggang needs to vote for their names, not to mention the mountain bandits. However, he had the confidence to pull Zhan Fan into the water together, I don't know why, this little prince looked like a little brother in his eyes. Although he hopes that Zhan Fan can always be so naïve, he always feels that he should take him to learn more about the truth, maybe in this way, Zhan Fan can bring out more human flavor.

In Han Feng's eyes, Xiaoning Mountain was actually just a small dirt slope full of trees.

In his impression, what can be called a mountain should be the Daqing Mountain, which lies in front of the Hongyuan and is difficult for thousands of wolves to ride; it should be the Changmen Mountain, which is lingering for thousands of miles, and the sound of ape hooves can be heard everywhere but there is no ape shadow; it should be the Xiji Mountain, which is densely wooded, full of wild grass, and herds of wild horses...... Even the Dingkun Mountain, which is made of artificial soil, is also majestic and majestic, so that the magnificent Yue Wangfu only shows an inconspicuous corner in the mountains and forests, which seems unfathomable.

When he and Zhan Fan were taken to the foot of Xiaoning Mountain by the village chief, although they had already been mentally prepared for the word "small" in the name of the mountain, Han Feng was still stunned for a long time, and then asked a stupid question: "Where is Xiaoning Mountain?"

The village chief pointed to the hill in front of him, which was no more than twenty or thirty zhang high, and questioned Han Feng's eyesight: "This is Xiaoning Mountain. ”

Han Feng didn't say anything for a long time, and then he said, "Oh, okay." ”

The village chief didn't expect that it was Zhan Fan who helped him out of the siege at this time: "Brother Han, there are many hills in the lower reaches of the river. Only the Sky Mountain, where my master is located, is not inferior to other places. ”

Although Zhan Fan answered Han Feng's questions, he didn't expect that the sentence "Yunxiao Mountain" attracted the village chief's sideways: "Little brother is a person from Yunxiao Mountain?" We heard that the little prince of King Yue also came down from Yunxiao Mountain, and killed many mountain bandits...... His voice became lower and lower, and his eyes looking at Zhan Fan were full of defense and fear.

Han Feng secretly screamed badly, pressed his hand on Zhan Fan's shoulder, and smiled at the village chief: "Don't worry about it. This brother of mine is the younger brother of the little prince, and this time he went down the mountain to persuade him not to kill innocents indiscriminately. But we always want to see the bandits, you can rest assured, nothing will happen. ”

Zhan Fan wanted to tell Han Feng several times that "it's not good to lie", but he was not a complete fool after all, and he still knew when to shut up. The village chief saw Han Fengyan smiling calmly, and looked at Zhan Fan as approachable, secretly thinking that the little prince should be a cruel and cold-blooded cold-faced killer, and kill thousands of people with his own strength, it should be a three-headed and six-armed monster, how could he be such a modest and polite young man in front of him who is a little offended from time to time, and he is really careful.

However, can this young man alone persuade that kind of murderous demon? With such worries, the village chief kindly took Zhan Fan's hand and persuaded him bitterly: "Young man, you listen to my advice. I'm from here, you...... That senior brother is not a good person, if you persuade him, if you don't say it well, it will implicate you, so let him go. He is a prince, how can he know the suffering of our people? ”

The village chief scolded the bald donkey in front of the monk, and Zhan Fan's face turned blue and blue, red and red. He opened his mouth half-open, but he didn't know how to answer, and under all his speechlessness, he had to stare at Han Feng who was gloating with murderous eyes.

Han Feng couldn't help but smile and said, "Old village chief, we understand your kindness." Don't worry, with us on the horse, everything can be solved!" After that, he pulled Zhan Fan and strode along the fine gravel path of Xiaoning Mountain to climb up the mountain.

Jiuzhuo and Yizhang Hei guarded the mountain road, eating the dried weeds on both sides of the road, as if they didn't care about the safety of their master.

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