The sun is sinking in the west mountain, and the sky is already twilight.

Outside the city gate of Taofu City, on the winding dirt road, there were more than ten people, each pushing a "squeaking" wheelbarrow, rushing to Fengjiazhuang in the west.

It was Feng Sanyi who had just returned from buying grain.

in the ranks.

Someone scolded there: "The grain merchant of the dog ***, one stone of brown rice actually dares to sell for two taels of silver, which is seven or eight times more expensive than before, and other coarse grains are also five or six times more expensive.

Earning so much money with an ignorant conscience, it must be for the whole family to make coffins!"

The farmer next to him said, "Fortunately, we listened to Brother Feng's words and went to buy grain first, otherwise in a few days, the price of this grain might have doubled!"

The rest of the people also nodded their heads again and again.

"Although we have sold our ancestral land, we now have this grain, so we can make the family survive this famine year, and our ancestors will not blame us."

"It's supposed to be the time to harvest grain, but I have to go out to buy food, how will I live in the future?"

"Let's talk about it later."

A farmer suddenly spoke, "Let's get through the next few months, it's another year of drought, and I don't know when the imperial court will release grain for disaster relief......

"Then what about some waiting."

Not far away, Feng San sighed, "I heard some time ago that the Yellow River in the west floods several times every summer, and guess what?

The water level has dropped by half, and there is a hammer overflowing!"

"So, we're pretty good here?"

The crowd was dumbfounded.

Feng San affirmed: "We are so close to the Yellow River, it is already much better than other places, so even if the imperial court wants to provide disaster relief or something, it will not be the turn of the ...... for a while."

Speaking of which.

All the farmers couldn't help but fall silent.

Immediately, they looked at the several sacks piled up on their wheelbarrows, and in addition to a lot of melancholy, there was a glimmer of hope in their eyes!

With the sound of the unicycle "squeaking", time passed slowly.

The crowd is walking in between.

In the darkness ahead, a group of people jumped out.

In the dark of night.

In the great change in the complexion of Feng San and the others, this group of people who suddenly jumped out were holding sticks, kitchen knives, hoes, sickles, pitchforks and other messy "weapons" in their hands.

They were all shut down and surrounded by.

"Robbery!"

A man with a short knife in his hand stepped forward and said, "Give you two ways, either you will leave the food on the cart, or you will be killed first, and then leave the food, you can choose for yourself!"

「……」

Feng San and the others all gathered together, leaning on each other, beware of the group of jackals in front of them.

He swallowed hard.

Feng San stepped forward and said, "Everyone, we are the villagers of Fengjiazhuang outside the city, and we are not far from here, we are all fellow villagers, why bother us poor people who are hard-working?"

"Where is all this nonsense!"

The man with the short knife took two steps forward, "It doesn't matter if you Fengjiazhuang or Lijiazhuang, the two roads have been given, if you don't choose again, we will help you choose!"

"Would you like to take a step back?"

Feng San was still working hard, "Let's leave a bag of food for each of us, and everyone will say goodbye to each other, how about it?" ….

As he spoke, Feng San's hand flickered.

The next moment.

A polished, shiny and sharp boning knife had been drawn from under the wheelbarrow.

"These grains in the car are life-saving things for everyone, if you really want to come hard, then try this firewood knife in my Feng San's hand first!"

"Is he Feng San of Fengjiazhuang?"

In the crowd blocking the road, there could not help but cause a slight commotion, and in the surrounding villages and towns, the name of Fengjiazhuang's "butcher Feng" is not small.

Later, it looks like I'm going to lie down a few

Bad luck......

The leading man pretended to hesitate for a while.

said loudly: "Since it is Feng Jiazhuang's third brother in person, I will give you a face!" In this way, you obediently do not resist, we can allow each of you to leave half of the food, and eat less to survive this year, right?"

"Big Brother ......"

Behind the man, someone shouted unwillingly.

"They have more than a dozen people, and each person takes away half of the grain, that's twenty or thirty bags, which can make a dozen or so families survive this year!"

Voices were heard behind you.

The man at the head drank without looking back: "Third child, you shut up Lao Tzu!"

The man was so frightened that he hurriedly shrank his head back, and did not dare to speak again.

Feng San's brows furrowed.

If these people don't keep any food, it is equivalent to cutting off the livelihood of everyone's family, and it will inevitably provoke their own desperate resistance.

But it was promised to leave half of the food for each person.

That's different.

With half of the grain there, although the days are tighter, but if you find some wild vegetables, leaves, or something, Timba Timba can barely survive this famine year.

In this way, it is equivalent to leaving everyone with hope to live, and the determination to resist desperately will naturally be much smaller, and even if the robbery is forcibly opened at that time, the loss will not be as big as before.

This roadblock robber is a bit smart!

Feng San clutched the boning knife in his hand tightly, silent, and listened to the man with the short knife urging, "You guys make a decision quickly, if you drag it out any longer, I won't have that patience!"

Nearly 100 people around were slowly approaching.

"Third Brother Feng, why don't we give them food?"

In the crowd, there were timid people who pulled the sleeves of Lafeng San, and said with some trembling: "Anyway, there is still half of it left, and if you eat less, you can barely starve to death!"

The rest of the people are also a little moved, after all, fighting is to kill people!

But where could Feng San be deceived by the stratagem of the person in front of him?

Not resisting?

At that time, I am afraid that I will not know how to die if I am not dead!

Snorted coldly.

Feng San said sharply to a few people behind him: "Don't hold the delusion of luck, this is the foot of the Fucheng, since they dare to come out to rob the Dao, how can they let us leave safely?"

Many of them didn't cover their faces, and as long as we went to the city to report to the officials, just based on the few faces we saw, one of them was counted as one, and they had to be arrested and dragged to the vegetable market to be beheaded!

So, do you think they'll let us go?"

Everyone's hearts jumped.

When the man at the head heard this, he sighed and shook the short knife in his hand, "Butcher Feng, don't you say it's good for you to be a lake ghost? Do you have to say it so clearly?"

As he spoke, he waved his big hand,

"Do it!"

In the dark of night.

The two groups surrounded more than a dozen wheelbarrows full of grain, and instantly fought in a chaotic manner, kitchen knives and hoes flying here, and sharp firewood knives over there.

No one hesitated, and no one left their hands.

Every time I go for the purpose of killing the other party!

Stones, dust, sticks, everything that could be used around them was used, and even worse, when they found that they couldn't find weapons, some people even used their mouths full of teeth......

The battle starts fast and ends quickly.

After all, Feng San and his entourage were few and weak, and they were pushing the cart all the way, so when facing the siege of nearly 100 people, only Feng San struggled to cut down the five or six people on the opposite side with the firewood knife in his hand.

The rest of the people were surrounded in the middle, and after only two or three minutes, there was no movement.

It's getting dark......

Feng San, with a full body of injuries, relied on the firewood knife in his hand to open the way, and rushed out of the layers of encirclement, stumbling and disappearing into the night.

Feng San's voice

It came from afar, "Do you really think I didn't recognize you? You wait, today's hatred, I, Feng San, will definitely let you repay it a hundred times!"

"Damn it!"

The man who led the way was extremely ugly......

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Qingfeng is not dry