Chapter 8 Gang Wolong
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The water pavilion walked alone in a boundless field, his eyes narrowed slightly, and he felt the morning breeze blowing on his face, which was extremely comfortable.
The wheat is returning to green, in the jointing, and the breeze is mixed with the aroma of the wheat, faint, very fragrant, very warm. The palm of the hand touched lightly, and the pointed wheat stabbed the fingers, and it felt itchy. Orioles, magpies, swallows, and cuckoos are singing back and forth in the air, and the mountains in the distance are like a pair of big hands, and a red sun slowly rises from their fingertips.
The water pavilion likes this kind of green all over the world, and likes this rich breath of life.
Looking at those figures who had been busy in the fields early in the morning, Shui Xie smiled comfortably, and he saw a kind of wish, a kind of kindness in those figures.
No matter where you are, you must have these people who are steadfast in guarding the wheat, and you must have a steadfast home. And I am willing to use my life to protect this homeland.
If the home we are guarding is gone, then what should we remember when we grow old?
Seven or eight days have passed since the Wujiang murder incident, and the water pavilion is walking on the road from Wujiang City to Wuyuan City.
Stepping on the solid earth, the water pavilion felt a kind of heaviness, a kind of heaviness that was missing in his life. Feeling all the way, experiencing all the way, walking on foot, the state of mind cultivation of the water pavilion has improved a lot, and it has faintly reached the peak of the middle stage of the similar heaven and earth.
"From the time of being unable to stop thinking to the present, I have not practiced any kind of spiritual attack technique. I remember that before I entered the Elixir Valley, Master had given me a few martial arts minds, and it was time to find a place to practice. Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon, Tianjing is even more so, and he urgently needs to improve his strength. Shui Xie thought to himself.
"Young man, where are you going?" asked an old man with a hoe on his shoulder, smiling.
"Hehe, uncle, I'm coming from Wujiang, and I'm rushing to Wuyuan City. Shui Xie replied with a smile, he has always had a sense of intimacy in his heart for these simple villagers.
"Young man, look at your appearance, you are not a local, it looks like you are also a rich family, why don't you go to Wuyuan City on the official road, but pass through this countryside?" The old man looked puzzled, such a young man like a boy did not ride a horse or sit in a sedan chair, but walked through the field, which made him very puzzled.
How to answer, anyway, it can't be said that it is to comprehend the world.
"Uncle, I was frail and sickly when I was young, and it wasn't too far from Wujiang to Wuyuan City, so I walked over it on foot, so I should be in good shape!"
"Then you're going the wrong way!" the old man sighed slightly and reminded, "Go back quickly, young man, you can't get through in front of you!"
"Oh, what the hell is going on, can you elaborate on it?" Is there any danger ahead? The water pavilion is bold, but he is not afraid, looking at the old man's sad expression, the curiosity of the water pavilion at this time rose again.
"Do you see that hill?" the old man pointed to the mountain at the end of the plain and said, "That is the lair of the bandits Wolong Gang, where hundreds of bandits stay all year round. If you go from here to Wuyuan City, you must pass through there, you see, can you get there? Go back quickly, the bandits there are all strong in martial arts, and they are all masters who kill people without blinking!"
"How can this be? Uncle, do they often bully the people near the plain?" Shui Xie asked with a frown, if this is the case, he will definitely kill the mountain today and clear the bandits' lair!
The old man recalled: "In the past, the bandits of the Wolong Gang have always been the tyrants here, and they have to go down the mountain every month to collect money and food. The old man sighed deeply.
"Didn't the government come to clean up this bandit?"
"A few years ago, the official army came once, but they were defeated by these bandits and fled back in embarrassment. The official family suffered a big loss, and then pretended not to know, and turned a blind eye to the bandits on this territory. Since then, the hill has become off-limits, and no one dares to pass through it. β
"Oh?" Shui Xie didn't expect that this bandit was not only ruthless, but also so powerful, which surprised him.
"Are these bandits going down the mountain to collect some money lately?" asked Shui Xie. He is determined to pass through this bandit's den, and the stronger the opponent, the more he can stimulate his fighting spirit.
"Today is the day when these bandits come down to collect money. However, these bandits seem to have changed their temperament in the past two years, and they have collected much less money than before, and they no longer beat people at every turn, and even gave us 20 catties of pork per household during the New Year's holiday. I really don't understand what's going on, it's surprising. The old man was very puzzled.
"It's kind of interesting, I need to see it. Hearing what the old man said, Shui Xie became interested, and he also wanted to find out what the reason for the change of bandits.
"Young man, wait another hour or two before you can see them. But you're really not afraid, those guys, but you've killed people!" the old man kindly reminded, afraid that something would happen to the young man in front of him.
"Uncle, don't worry, come, I'll help you do the work!" Shui Xie smiled and took the hoe.
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"Look, the people of the Wolong Gang are here!" the old man pointed to a column of people in the distance.
The water pavilion has amazing eyesight, and he has seen clearly the outfit of the person on the horse. There were more than 20 people, all of them with tigers and bears, protruding tendons and flesh on their arms, carrying sabers, and turbans on their heads, with fierce faces.
"Come to the threshing floor!" cried one of the fierce bandits in the lead, and the high-pitched voice echoed faintly throughout the fields.
"Huh, good guy, it's actually a martial artist!" From the voice of this bandit, Shui Xie could feel that his internal strength was strong, and at the same time, he didn't dare to underestimate this bandit in his heart.
"Uncle, let's go over too!" Shui Xie picked up the hoe and followed the old man towards the threshing floor.
By the time the water pavilion came to the threshing floor, the empty threshing floor was already crowded with the villagers, three floors inside and three floors outside, where the elderly, strong men, women, and children were all here, and there were hundreds of people.
"I have something important to announce, and the villagers have listened to it!" Standing on the grinding plate, the leading bandit shouted loudly, "This time, our Wolong Gang Young Gang leader is gracious, and from now on, we will no longer accept everyone's food!"
"Really?
"Oh my God, I heard you right!"
The villagers talked and looked at each other, as if they couldn't believe what they had just heard. You must know that in the past, the bandits used to collect one stone of grain per household every month, but after nearly two years, it was reduced to half a stone, and now they have announced that they will not collect grain! How can this not make people rejoice?
The water pavilion watched all this with amusement, waiting for what happened next.
Looking at the excited expressions of the many villagers in front of him, the leading bandit seemed to enjoy all this, and at the same time admired the young gang leader's methods even more.
"Folks, be quiet!" The leading bandit glanced around and spoke again: "Not only has the monthly grain been cancelled, but the money has also been reduced from two cents of silver per household to one penny per household!" The bandit stopped at this point, his expression smug as if waiting for the cheers.
"Oh my God, what's going on with the Wolong Gang today?" asked a woman suspiciously.
"No matter how much, as long as you pay less money, it's fine!" The man next to him looked excited.
"Long live the Wolong Gang!" I don't know who roared first, and then cheered one after another, and the villagers raised their arms and shouted.
The voice of the Wolong Gang continues to echo in the fields!
All the bandits looked smug and seemed to be enjoying it all.
The water pavilion watched coldly from the sidelines, silent.
"That young helper, it seems that the plan is not small!" Shui Xie frowned slightly, thinking in his heart.
In fact, the people themselves are like this, and they are always quick to forget what was before. These bandits were not supposed to "collect" the so-called tax grain from the villagers, but because it had become a habit to be oppressed year after year, now the bandits suddenly lowered the regular money and abolished the tax grain. It made the villagers so happy that they even shouted long live.
Shuixie's mood suddenly became heavy.