Lan Feng held the bowl, looked at the faint Yan Batian, and called softly: "Yan Daxia! Brother Yan! …”

When the person fell asleep, he put down the wine in his hand and stretched out his hand to push it.

Suddenly, he raised his hand and slapped him hard in the mouth.

With a snap, the five fingers on Yan Batian's face turned red, but the person did not move at all, and the breathing sound became louder and louder.

It was confirmed that the person was drunk and unconscious.

Lan Feng curled the corners of his mouth, stood up, turned his head to the back wall and said: "Lao Zhao, this guy is so drinkable, if he doesn't pour it again, Lao Tzu will pour it first!" ”

I saw that the old man who was hiding in the corner walked slowly to the table and said with a smile: "This guy is as strong as a cow, and he drinks and whales suck cows, if you drink with him seriously, I see, three or four of you are not enough for him to drink!" ”

Lan Feng looked indifferent, and snorted and said, "Hmph! Earnest?! I'm not interested in drinking with these guys, it's not interesting to drink so nonsense, it's a waste of this good jade ice roast. ”

The old man who was called Lao Zhao said: "Yes, the wine we bought from the master's family is going to be drunk, but fortunately, I put the medicine in the last half of the jar of wine, otherwise there is really no way!" ”

Lan Feng took out a stack of yellowed paper folded into small squares from his coat pocket, and when he spread it out and crumpled, it was all some sea fishing documents printed with official seals, and the first page was the wanted text of Yan Batian's portrait.

It reads: "There is a thief Yan Batian, who often haunts Tianbao County's Laide Township, and cuts the path to cut the path to intercept merchants, and does many unrighteous acts. The leader of the bandits was eight feet two tall, with a wide face and a high forehead, and his face was as green as moss. If you get acquainted, you will be given a reward of fifty taels of silver with the text. If the person and his accomplices are escorted to the office, a reward of eighty taels of silver will be given. Let me know. ”

Lan Feng put this page on the table and sneered: "This guy is really a bandit who is not in the ranks, and he is only worth fifty taels of silver if he is wanted by the government?" If it weren't for the private job that the eighth master took over, who would care about this guy?! ”

Lao Zhao then smiled and said: "What I didn't expect is that this single job issued by the eighth master can give one hundred taels, which is a good job!" Hey! ”

Then he asked, "What should I do with those followers?" ”

Lan Feng looked around, Xiao Liu was lying on the threshold, with a large pool of vomit on his face, and the other people were already in various drunken postures, turned their heads and said, "Tie them all up and stay here, take this stupid bear away."

Kicked away the stool under Yan Batian's ass with all his might, and his huge body immediately fell backwards, but Yan Batian did not wake up, but collapsed on the ground like mud.

Lao Zhao walked out of the back hall, took the rope, and threw one of the bundles to Lan Feng, "Don't be stunned, hurry up and tie it!" ”

Lan Feng took the rope thrown by Lao Zhao, squatted down and tied Yan Batian's hands and feet tightly, and went over to help Lao Zhao tie the other minions in the back room.

After being busy for a while, Lao Zhao finally tied the rope, straightened up and said, "After spending so many days here, I finally waited for these guys." Damn, this guy is surrounded by so many people, if he really gets into a fight, it will be really troublesome! ”

Lan Feng looked at Yan Batian on the ground and asked, "Hmm... Don't look at this thief stupidly, he's quite thoughtful, if it weren't for this wine, he probably would really have to do a big job. This time, the lord is also strange, asking us to go all the way to this deep mountain and old forest to catch this idiot, it won't be just to suppress bandits, right? ”

Lao Zhao was a little disgusted and said, "Hmph! You've ever seen a bandit who just kidnapped the bandit's leader. Collecting money to do things and keeping your head down is the rule of our business, don't guess. ”

Lan Feng stopped talking, jumped up, and took out a long stick about four feet long from the beam of the house, the whole stick was not straight, it was crossed and bound by gray-white coarse strips of cloth, and walked out of the room with it in his hand.

Lan Feng put the long stick behind the car, led the mule cart to the front of the house, and worked with Lao Zhao to carry Yan Batian to the car, and put the remaining two jars of wine and clothes behind the car.

Lan Feng patted the dust on his hands and asked Lao Zhao, "It's all explained clearly here, right?" ”

Lao Zhao nodded and replied: "It's all explained, don't worry." They all know what is going on. ”

Lan Feng responded with a hum, and then sat in front of the car and grabbed the reins of the mule and waited.

Lao Zhao cleaned up in the house, took Yan Batian's black horse, came to Lan Feng, and said with a smile: "This horse that Yan Batian is riding, the style and leg strength are good, let's take the horse by hand." Ha ha! He turned over and got on his horse.

Lan Feng shook the reins and said, "Let's go!" The two walked side by side without hurry.

The chariots and horses walked into the village.

Occasionally, one or two old men stood on the side of the road, staring blankly at the car passing by.

Looking at the old people on the side of the road, they were rickety, haggard, and they were all over sixty years old.

Thinking that there had been no young people and children for several days, and then looking at the few low mud and straw houses on the side, a few of them had collapsed, and under the reflection of the residual red sunlight, it was even more desolate and dilapidated.

Lan Feng sighed faintly, "These villages are all ruined, and there is not even a child in the village. ”

When Lao Zhao heard this, he looked around, and sighed in a low voice: "Alas~ In those years, the red-haired people were in turmoil, grabbing land, money and food, and heads on both sides, young and strong men were used for military service, and women were either bullied and occupied, or used for labor by the army, and these sick and useless old men were left, alas~"

Lan Feng turned his head to look at Yan Batian, who was lying in the back car, and said fiercely: "The people in the village have suffered so much, these thieves can still come out to rob ruthlessly, they have to squeeze these old people dry their bones and flesh to be satisfied, it's really hateful!" ”

As he spoke, he raised the mule whip in his hand upwards and threw it heavily at Yan Batian, whipping his body and face, instantly revealing a crimson whip mark.

But seeing that Yan Batian's brows tightened suddenly, his mouth opened wide and he inhaled deeply, and then something seemed to be stuck in his throat, making two clicks, and then he exhaled loudly, repeated several times, and his breathing gradually smoothed out.

Seeing that there was something wrong, the two of them were worried that Yan Batian would wake up, and clenched their fists and prepared to start a fight.

Seeing that Yan Batian continued to fall asleep again, he looked at each other and smiled reassuringly, turned his head and continued to move forward.