"What are you doing so slowly, the bride is coming soon...... Why haven't the brides come over yet, but don't let them do it first, no, I'll have to send some more people over to take a look......"

This old voice said to himself, it was the old man who led Qingqing and the others into the village, the patriarch of Hou Xiaopo!

As the old voice approached, Ermao and Dafa nervously held the flying knife, and the two of them pressed left and right against the fat man's neck.

The old man stepped out, and immediately saw this terrifying scene!

On the moonlit stone path, several figures descended like ghosts, and two and a half big boys clasped their precious sons on the left and right, each holding a knife that was not much longer than a finger.

Although this knife is small, it looks very sharp, and the blade reflects the cold light of Sen Sen in the moonlight, and in front of these two and a half children, there is a young man standing, with a slender figure and a smile on his face, it is the white-faced scholar who took the initiative to surrender and was ridiculed by everyone for being greedy for life and afraid of death!

The old man's face was shocked, he took a step back, and just wanted to shout at the top of his voice, the knife in Ermao's hand compared it inward, and a thin mark appeared on the fat man's neck, and the fat man's howl like killing a pig sounded.

"Dad, I hurt!"

"Let go of me!" The old man rebuked angrily.

Ermao and Dafa are holding hostages, so naturally they will not be afraid of him, Ermao has just won a battle, and he is in high spirits, without waiting for Qingqing to speak, he first opened his mouth and scolded:

"Stinky and shameless old man! You don't weigh how many pounds and taels of your old bones are, just with your dog-headed toad-faced virtue, you also want to provoke my grandmother? ”

"Grandma?" The old man's head was blank at the moment, and he could only repeat the last few words of Ermao mechanically, and the old eyes the size of mung beans stared at the knife in Ermao and Dafa's hands, lest he hurt his only bloodline.

Qingqing stepped forward, hugged her fists and said, "Old man, today is a big day, congratulations." ”

"Congratulations on your shit!" The old man was so angry that she scolded him, what a happy day, a bad day is almost the same!

At this time, the old man had already reacted, and the seemingly smiling young man in front of him was the root of all this.

What cowardice, what greed for life and fear of death, are all pretended!

At this time, Qingqing and the others, in the old man's opinion, are already bandit-like existences, and Qingqing is the bandit leader!

"Which mountain are you good at, report your name, I want to know, when did we offend you after Xiao Po!" The old man suppressed the urge to scold Qingqing, took a deep breath and said to Qingqing.

Because his son is in the hands of others, his tone is a little more polite, but the killing intent in his eyes is difficult to hide, if his eyes can kill, Qingqing and others would have been stared at by him a sieve.

Of course, in Qingqing's eyes, who had seen the wind and waves, the old man's reaction at this time was just a bereaved dog barking, which was no threat to her.

"You pretended to be innocent, if it weren't for your greed for us, we wouldn't have bothered to do anything to you, all of this is your own fault." Dafa said, and Ermao said the right word on the side.

Qingqing smiled and watched the two little guys exert their might, proper exercise is also good for the children, she is not worried about what the old man can set off, because the fat fool is in her hands.

The old man probably thought of this, even if he was displeased in his heart, he could only suppress the anger in his heart for Qingqing pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger, and asked humbly:

"All the heroes have something to say, don't hurt my son."

This attitude has changed greatly before and after, and it can be seen that Ermao and Dafa are full of enthusiasm, although they have also fought a few battles with Qingqing, and they have also seen many people begging for mercy after defeat.

But this time, they have the heaviest sense of participation, and the satisfaction in their hearts is also beyond the past, and the more recognized power is the right to speak, and they realize how cool it is to deal with the wicked and beat them to the spot to recognize their father.

"Don't be nervous, we were sent by the government, and we won't hurt people's lives." Qingqing said, and then took out the yellow book she was carrying.

When the old man heard this, his eyes flashed with joy, and his face unconsciously bloomed with a Jedi smile.

"It turned out to be the official, please let the official spare us."

The old man had a wishful thinking in his heart, thinking that since he came from the government, he would definitely not hurt his whole village like a bandit.

At this time, a few more people came out of the back door, and they all came to check on the patriarch who had not returned for a long time.

Seeing this scene, they also knelt down to worship Qingqing.

Qingqing didn't let them get up, and continued with the yellow book: "Your abacus hit, the abacus beads are about to burst into my face, knowing that we were sent by the government to make the yellow book, we are sure that we will not slaughter the village and destroy the mouth, right?" ”

The old man was busy kowtowing, and his thoughts were seen by everyone.

"But you're right, we won't kill you, but today's matter, we can't just forget it, do you want to be public or private?" Qingqing slowly put away the yellow book, and smiled innocently at these people.

And Ermao and others heard her say this long-lost sentence of "public or private", and they invariably felt a sense of steadiness.

As long as the grandmother says this, she will inevitably be tricked.

The old man hurriedly replied: "We are private, we are private!" ”

"It's simple to be private, let's release them, and your village will compensate us 200 taels."

"200 taels?!

The old man gasped.

Although they are domineering, they have not bullied the former Xiaopo Village on the side, but no matter how much they rob it, it is just a competition between two poor villages, and this 200 taels is not a small amount.

"Don't want to? Okay, then we'll take this fat man back and let Master Zhao decide right and wrong! ”

Qingqing waved her hand, and the flying knife in Ermao's hand left a shallow mark on the fat man's neck.

"Bring back a live fat man, or a dead fat man, in fact, it's the same, your village attack tolerance, what the fate should be clear, right? I'll just kill the two of them, bring the corpses over, and Master Zhao can also cure your crimes." ”

Qingqing threw all the pots on Zhao Si and didn't say a word about her origin.

Anyway, Zhao Si is not a good cake, who does he carry these pots?

The old man gritted his teeth in anger, staring at Qingqing and the others, but he didn't dare to say anything, after all, his son was still in the hands of others, but he was already scolded in his heart.

This is not as good as a bandit, as soon as you open your mouth, it is 200 taels, but you really dare to ask for a price!

But the people kneeling next to the old man began to mumble, they all mean what this number means, the whole village has to share the money, the one who wants to rob people and be greedy is obviously the patriarch, but it is everyone who suffers, which makes everyone uneasy.

Then one of them said, "Your people have not been harmed, but we—"

The man who spoke looked at the fat man who had been kidnapped, and then at the unlucky man who had fainted on the ground and was covered with nosebleeds.

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