Ermao drove the donkey cart and was busy picking up people.

Qingqing walked back and forth in the village, looking from house to house.

There were a few traces of flipping that were too obvious, so Qingqing adjusted them manually.

Put half-washed bowls in the pot, soak two clothes in the basin, and put half-cracked firewood in the yard.

Creates the effect of a person suddenly disappearing out of thin air.

Qingqing was busy with the work of inspection, and she was not left or idle.

He boiled water at home and boiled the pulp lake.

It only takes a moment to boil the pulp lake, put it in a bowl, brush the pot, boil a pot of water in it, put the grate and leftovers, and create traces of normal life, so that no one can see that he boiled the pulp lake.

After doing all this, he picked out a bunch of sorghum stalks, brought the paper and pen and ink pulp he bought in advance, and went to the village entrance to meet everyone.

The plan was set by the two of them in advance, and even the time for boiling the pulp lake was calculated, and all this was arranged in an orderly manner, mixed but not chaotic.

Qingqing was the last to come out, and just happened to see Buli dipping his brush in cinnabar and writing four big characters on the village monument: This road is not passable

The bandits don't know if they can read or not, but just this big character written with a red pen is infiltrating when they look at it.

The Manshan family raised three chickens, one was used for the alliance, and the other was cracked by Qingqing to shock the clansmen and was not allowed to be a deserter.

The last one was not spared, and was carried out by Qingqing, without leaving the knife, and fixed the chicken under the stone tablet.

The red cinnabar winds down the stele, as if bleeding, and with the dead chicken, it is full of weirdness.

"Ah, this ......," Manshan looked at the dead chickens dumbfounded.

"Next time I go to the city and buy three chickens, I will pay you." Qingqing said.

"No, this chicken can't be raised in winter, and it will be killed sooner or later - just this, can you scare the bandits from entering the village?"

"Of course not, they are bandits, can bandits be afraid of a dead chicken?"

"So what's the point of us doing this?" Man Shan couldn't understand what these two ancestors were tinkering with.

"Ermao, tell your grandfather, what do you say?"

"Talk less, see more." Ermao said familiarly, "The people who do things below don't need to have long mouths." ”

"......" Manshan was choked half to death by his grandson.

The whole village traveled, rushed overnight, and had nothing to say all the way.

When they arrived at the place, everyone found out that the grandfather had brought everyone to Haojia Village!

"Grandpa, it's so late, why are you here?" Manshan is very worried about Haojia Village.

"You stay here at night, remember, don't run around at night."

"Huh?"

Everyone turned their heads and ears to each other, feeling uneasy about this arrangement, but no one dared to disobey the arrangement.

Boss Hao led a few people to wait on the slope at the entrance of the village, and when he saw them coming, he immediately greeted them.

"Grandpa!"

"All ready?" Don't leave the question.

"Yes! It's all ready according to your instructions, the rest place of our people has been cleaned up, we have someone to protect outside, the old village chief they will never find out, if anyone sees it, just say that my daughter-in-law took a few relatives to come to live, there are more than a dozen people around the left, and no one doubts. ”

Without leaving the chin, let the female rolls and the wounded in the village follow Boss Hao's people from the back of the village, without lighting lanterns all the way, and entering the village in the dark.

This was all arranged by Qingqing in advance for Boss Hao, she and Buli took people out to engage in sneak attacks, it was inconvenient to bring too many people, and it was enough to lead a few strong men in Haojia Village.

Except for the four young men in the village and Shao Shao, the rest of the village was arranged to stay overnight in Haojia Village.

In addition to the old man Shan, Yu Cai was also mixed in the team of the female rolls and followed everyone into the village.

Ermao called him a few times, but he couldn't hear it, and even quickened his pace, ran in front of the team, and was so angry that Ermao spat on the ground.

"This four dogs, it's really shameless, when I come back, I have to block him and beat him, bad seeds! Grandma, you don't want to talk about him-huh? ”

Ermao turned around and saw Qingqing leading the shake and cutting paper.

"What's this?"

"Good stuff." Qingqing called the little brothers to the donkey cart, and did not leave the car, the Hao family and the boys of the Yu family followed, and Qingqing led people to tinker in the car.

The donkey cart headed towards the bandits' stockade, and it took almost three hours to arrive.

The bandits' stockade is in the territory of Yuzhou, built in a small mountain, this mountain is far less big than the wolf mountain, it is a poor mountain, such a mountain is also to prevent the beasts, and there are many wild animals in the mountains with rich vegetation.

At this time, it was close to the fifth watch, and they were in a hurry, and they didn't sleep for most of the night, and everyone was very sleepy.

Qingqing took off a burden from the donkey cart, opened it was dry food, and distributed the dry food to everyone, the donkey cart stopped in the col that was not easy to find, and everyone rested for a while, eating some dry food to replenish their strength.

Shaking and grasping the dry food, I took a bite and my head began little by little.

"Tired or not?" Qingqing asked.

Shaking his head and nodding his head.

In fact, she is a little tired, but she is still a little excited to be reused by the grandmother.

"What the hell are you guys doing, lantern?" Ermao held the dry food in his mouth and reached out to touch the finished product on the donkey cart.

This way, Qingqing took Shake and others, and his hands were not idle.

The skeleton is made from the skin of the sorghum stalk, and then the paper is put on the lake to make something like a lantern.

It's like a lantern, but it doesn't have handrails, and it looks light.

On each lantern, Qingqing wrote a big "Wei" character on it with a pen.

Ermao didn't know what he was doing, why he wrote Wei - in fact, he didn't know what it was, he only knew it after asking the grandmother, why didn't he write "Yu", their surname was Yu.

"Grandma, did you do this—a sky lantern?" Boss Hao watched it for a long time, and he was not sure.

No one else has ever seen this thing, and no one in the village will tinker with it, and it just feels fresh when you look at it.

Boss Hao worked as an errand boy in the city back then, and he let people go.

"Well, the sky lantern, also known as the Kong Ming lantern."

The rivers and lakes are used to make this thing, when the two of them studied the bandits' nest, they pondered for a while, and finally felt that fire was the most convenient way, the original plan was that when the bandits' nest was killed in the village, the cottage was set on fire while no one was in the cottage.

When the bandits reached Yujiagou, they could only see a stone monument full of warnings and an empty village.

The people of the village seemed to have disappeared out of thin air, and according to their superstitious virtues, they must have been too frightened to linger and return the way they came.

When they returned, they found that their nest had been burned.

The original plan was so simple and unpretentious.

But Qingqing has been busy preparing gifts for Wei Jiajun recently, and she has inspiration again.

Add a few Kong Ming lanterns, write a Wei character, and release it to achieve amazing results.

She and Buli are so calculated, as for whether the effect is as good as imagined, we have to practice to see it.

"Are we offending the bandits by doing this?" Hao Lao Er asked, he was struggling with this matter all the way.

I've only heard of bandits robbing people, but I've never seen the other way around, burning the bandits' nest - how bold are the two ancestors of the Yu family?