"Is this Li Jiaao?"

The convoy approached, and there were quite a few people.

These people wear uniformly colored clothes and look very organized.

One by one, they are tall and strong, carrying guns and knives, and they don't look very easy to provoke.

"It looks like a disciple of the Kongtong faction, I haven't been here for several years."

Li Laosi looked at the person who came and said to the black and thin old man next to him.

"It's been some years, I remember the last time the Kongtong faction passed by, it was four years ago, that time they drank tea at the Zhang family's widow's tea stall, and directly gave five taels of silver.

The thin black man sighed.

"Oh, the hero of the Kongtong faction, let's stay for lunch all the way."

"yes, it's noon."

Zhou Yang put on the braised pork and rice, and while eating small oranges, he looked at the villagers of Lijiaao and greeted the heroes of the Kongtong faction.

These convoys of vehicles coming and going, after all, are an important source of income for Li Jiaao.

Although it is a road that leads to the north and south, it is not an important thoroughfare, and it may not pass through several waves of people throughout the month on weekdays.

Seeing such a bold guest as Kongtong faction, he naturally wanted to recruit guests for his family.

"It's Village Chief Li, right?"

A middle-aged swordsman in a kudzu robe in the convoy asked Li Laosi.

Hearing that among the famous Kongtong faction masters among the people, there was someone who knew him, Li Laosi felt faced, and turned his head to see a middle-aged man with a tall body, a long sword, and white temples.

This person's eyes were very bright, as cold as sword light, with a three-point murderous aura.

Such a person is unforgettable at a glance, and I remember that it was this person who led the team four years ago.

Li Laosi immediately recognized him, and arched his hand and said, "It turned out to be Zhang Daxia of the Kongtong faction!" ”

"I haven't seen you for a few years, and Li Jiaao has changed too much."

Zhang Daxia looked at Li Laosi with emotion, as well as other people in the village.

"Huh?"

Li Laosi was stunned for a moment when he heard this, looked at the surrounding scenery strangely, and said with a smile: "Isn't this still the same, what has changed." ”

However, at this time, Zhang Daxia had already set his eyes on Zhou Yang.

He looked at Zhou Yang, who was eating oranges, with a somewhat strange face, his eyes moved, and he said, "This little brother, what do you call it?" ”

"You can just call me Zhou Yang."

Zhou Yang ate oranges and looked at this Zhang Daxia.

This man is very tall, carrying a broadsword, and his face looks quite righteous.

Looking at these Kongtong disciples again, they are all like the wind, and their steps are very steady, and they know that they have kung fu on their bodies at a glance.

"The little brother is dignified, his posture is extraordinary, his spirit is complete, and he has some good conditions for practicing martial arts and cultivating the Tao, I don't know if he is willing to join our Kongtong faction?"

Zhang Daxia said straight to Zhou Yang.

"No, I want to stay in Lijiaao, and I don't want to go out for the time being."

Zhou Yang directly refused.

"That's a pity."

Zhang Daxia said with some regret.

However, he is not reluctant.

"Hero, young man, it's already noon, there is no village in front of the village, there is no store here, let's eat some food before leaving."

At this time, Widow Zhang had already brought someone over, carrying a bamboo tube and some simple meals.

Just now, someone went back to the village to report the news, and it was just noon, and every family had cooked a meal.

The old and young masters in the village can empty their stomachs first and supply these Kongtong disciples first, the world is big, and the money is the greatest.

The wooden barrel of the meal was placed on Fangtian Road, and the sweet smell of the meal immediately filled the air.

However, when the hero saw this meal pot pulp, he couldn't help but take a big step back as if he had seen something disgusting, and smiled brightly: "No, no, we are in a hurry this time, and the specialties pulled by these cars are all tribute, and we have to rush to the capital before the tribute on September 15." ”

"That's not too bad for a while."

Widow Zhang is still very beautiful, and her voice is also a little commotionous, which makes people feel like they are about to move.

"We're all carrying dry food."

Zhang Daxia didn't give up when he saw Widow Zhang.

Immediately took out five taels of silver from the purse, put it next to the wooden barrel, then picked up the pottery bowl and scooped a bowl of water, and greeted the Kongtong disciples behind: "Come here, drink some water, drink it quickly, let's hurry up." ”

When she saw the silver, Widow Zhang smiled happily and no longer persuaded her to eat something.

Soon, the disciples of the Kongtong faction drank a few sips of water, and the convoy left in a hurry.

"Smack~"

The whip was whipped on the horse's buttocks, and the pulled horses flicked their hooves to pick up some speed.

Soon, the convoy left Lijiaao and went to the mountain road outside.

"Elder Zhang, this Li Jiaao is a little weird."

A Kongtong disciple came to Zhang Daxia's side and whispered.

"Silence."

Zhang Daxia glanced at a one-foot-high stone tablet with the words "Li Jiaao" written on the side of the road behind him, hidden in the barren grass, and he couldn't see it clearly:

"Everyone sweeps the snow in front of the door, and doesn't care about the frost on the tiles of others."

"Hmm."

When the Kongtong disciple saw the severity of the elder's words, he immediately shrank his head and stopped talking about it.

LI Jiaao,

After earning five taels of silver, the widow happily wanted to call a bed.

Seeing that the convoy was gone, everyone was left alone.

The old and young masters, who had been doing farm work all morning, picked up their rice bowls one by one and fed their shriveled rumbling stomachs.

Eat and drink to your heart's content, and work until one o'clock in the afternoon, when the sun in the sky is scorching, like a whip on the back, hot and painful.

Everyone packed their things and got ready to go home.

"Brother Zhou, I'll hold it for you."

Li Xiu'e saw Zhou Yang carrying it on her shoulder, and hurriedly helped Zhou Yang take the pickaxe.

Behind him, Li Laosi looked sad.

However, in order not to delay the girl to win the boy who was favored by the big names of the Kongtong faction, she still held back the sour water in her heart, pretended not to care, and went back to the village with the old guys talking and laughing with her shoulder.

The village is not large, that is, dozens of households, and the total number of people is only about 200.

Zhou Yang's house is located outside the village, and it is a thatched house that was built just a few days ago.

Bidding farewell to Li Xiu'e, Zhou Yang just took off his clothes, took off his dirty clothes in the yard, and picked up the scoop in the yard to scoop cold water to rinse it, when a man with a rather thin figure, wearing a long shirt, and a bearded man under his chin came to the gate of the courtyard, and arched his hand towards Zhou Yang in the courtyard and said: "Brother Zhou, there is nothing to do in the afternoon, how about going to Xiangshan to watch the red leaves with my brother?" ”

"It turned out to be Brother Wang."

Zhou Yang put down the water scoop and threw his hand towards the comer.

This is Mr. Wang Xiucai, a private school in the village.

People call him Wang Xiucai, but he actually doesn't have a reputation for showing talent, just an old boy who has tried and failed.

However, on weekdays, Wang Xiucai realized that he was a scholar and was unwilling to deal with those rough embryos in the village.

It wasn't until Zhou Yang came that he came into contact by chance, and between conversations, he was shocked and took the initiative to turn it in.

Now, in Wang Xiucai's eyes, in this Li Jiaao, only Zhou Yangcai and himself have a common topic, which is an exchange that belongs to readers.

As for the others, it's all scum.