Eighteen years later, the town on the border between Nanchu and Beiyan is like a paradise, but it is a peaceful scene. It is known as the town of roosters, as the name suggests, the people here get up to work whenever the rooster crows, work at sunrise and rest at sunset, conforming to the change of the seasons, and the habits of the people here have developed a mellow and simple character over the years.

But there is a little devil king in Jiming Town, who goes up to the tree to dig out birds, goes down to the river to catch fish, beckons cats and teases dogs, and does all kinds of evil, and the people in the town have retreated when they hear his name, for fear that this little ancestor will make some trouble. A good man and three gangs, Qin Hui and a friend, this demon king of the mixed world has two followers since he was a child, one is a multi-plan military division, and the other is a giant general. These two people have been messing around together since they were children, hanging around all day long, and doing nothing. Although the people of the town did not like the three thugs, the three of them did not cause any major problems to be honest, and the people of the town went with them.

These gangsters have been in Jiming Town for many years, and they are still sought after by a small number of young people, only if these three people are heroes and heroes, they are sent by God to save thousands of people from fire and water. I can't help but sigh, what kind of world is this, just three gangsters, actually become the gods of heaven? It's ridiculous and lamentable, but there is no way to form such an atmosphere, Jiming Town belongs to the jurisdiction of Southern Chu, Southern Chu has always been known for its strong army and invincibility, among the Seven Kingdoms, if the military strength of Southern Chu is called second, no one dares to call it first. However, the powerful army of Southern Chu was exchanged for flesh and blood by countless people who practiced the pulse method, and the law of Southern Chu stipulated that all the pulse soldiers who practiced the pulse law must join the army, and those who voluntarily joined the army will be rewarded with one acre of good land. In such a high-pressure environment, looking at the people in the entire Southern Chu country, Mai Shi can be said to be rare. The leader of these gangsters is a real veiner.

The human body has eight veins, and cultivation is to absorb the aura to fill the veins by sensing all things in the heavens and the earth, and the aura is full of several veins. This leader, through years of sneaky efforts, finally filled a vein mansion and became a glorious vein. Jiming Town is located in a remote area, the sky is high and the emperor is far away, and the mayor of the town intends to conceal it, but for many years, no one in the Southern Chu military has known that Jiming Town has hidden a vein. The Southern Chu military didn't know that in private, especially among the young people in the rivers and lakes, it was boiling and spreading, and for a while, it created such an atmosphere.

As the saying goes, relying on the mountains to eat the mountains and relying on the water to draft the water, in addition to the remote location of Jiming Town, otherwise it can be called a treasure of feng shui, backed by the mountains, facing the lake, good natural conditions and the hard work of the people, in the case of no disasters for many years, it can be completely self-sufficient, it is a veritable land of fish and rice. Perhaps it is precisely because of the unique natural conditions of Jiming Town that the people here rarely have contact with the outside world, but there is really a peach blossom source in the world, and the peace of Jiming Town is about to be broken.

Lao Yang takes care of his own steamed bun shop, his steamed buns are thin and filling, and are well received by the people in the town. Lao Yang is an honest man, he only knows two things in this life, making steamed buns and selling steamed buns. In the early morning half a month ago, Lao Yang had just steamed the first drawer of steamed buns, turned around and entered the house to start the day's business, when he heard a "clang", Lao Yang went out to see, and several steamed buns were gone. There was a faint sound of animals squirming and eating in the corner on the side, and Lao Yang thought to himself, didn't he encounter some strange beast, and tiptoed towards it with a kitchen knife in his hand.

By the faint morning light, Lao Yang found that it was a person who stole the steamed buns! I saw an unkempt young man, as if he had been hungry for a long time, gobbling up the buns. Looking at his pitiful appearance, Lao Yang wanted to ask what was going on, but who knew that the young man found Lao Yang, and he was like a flexible squirrel, "swishing" twice, and then disappeared. It is impossible for ordinary people to have such a quick approach, Lao Yang thought, could it be a deserter? Lao Yang wanted to report the matter to the mayor of the town, but when he thought of the young man's pitiful appearance, he decided to suppress the matter for the time being, and asked the young man's identity first.

As expected, two days later, the boy came to steal the buns again. Lao Yang pretended not to notice him, and when the young man reached over and grabbed the buns, Lao Yang said, "If you're hungry, it's okay to take a few more." ”

The young man was obviously startled, and was about to retract his hand to run away, but he heard Lao Yang say: "Manly man, dare to steal so many of my buns, but don't you dare to show your face?"

The young man hesitated for a moment, but at this moment, when he came back to his senses, Lao Yang's big hand had already grabbed him.

"Put... Let go of me!" The young man wanted to break free, but he was not as strong as Lao Yang's kneading of dough for many years, and the soles of his feet could not be oiled, and the young man panicked for a while.

Lao Yang grabbed the young man and said sharply: "What a little thief, are you a deserter?"

The young man couldn't break free, he was already nervous, and when he was frightened by Lao Yang's loud voice, he was immediately paralyzed with fright, and hurriedly begged for mercy: "This uncle, please let Xiaosheng go, Xiaosheng is hungry and gave you a few buns, and in time, Xiaosheng will definitely return it to you several times." ”

Lao Yang still didn't let go, and then asked, "Let me ask you, who are you? Are you a deserter?"

"Run... Deserter?" the young man hurriedly denied: "No, no, no, the uncle misunderstood, Xiaosheng is not a deserter, Xiaosheng's hometown suffered from drought, and his family starved to death. ”

Lao Yang saw that the young man didn't seem to be talking nonsense, so he let go of the young man, "Since you are not a deserter, then you can go." The young man hurriedly bowed, and when he was about to leave, Lao Yang stopped him again: "Take a few steamed buns, come to me when you are hungry in the future, please eat steamed buns!"

The young man took the bun with tears in his eyes and saluted: "Thank you benefactor! In time, Xiaosheng will definitely repay!" After speaking, the young man showed his fast body again, and quickly disappeared into the morning light.

Since then, the boy will go to Lao Yang every few days to ask for two buns, and after coming and going, Lao Yang has gradually learned the origin of the boy. The young man's name is Ah Fei, from a village in Beiyan, thousands of miles away from Jiming Town, along the way, Ah Fei has suffered a lot, and that kind of fast body is indeed Ah Fei's mother forced him to practice since he was a child, and he didn't practice anything famous, but he saved Ah Fei in danger several times along the way. After the two gradually got acquainted, Lao Yang proposed that he wanted Ah Fei to stay in the bun shop to help, and Ah Fei, who had been sleeping all the way, of course accepted it excitedly.

In a blink of an eye, half a year has passed, Ah Fei is hardworking and willing to work, and the people in the town like this guy very much. Lao Yang, who is over half a hundred years old, also likes this little guy more and more, he has worked hard for half his life, and he has no children under his knees, during this period of time, Lao Yang even came up with the idea of wanting to accept Ah Fei as his godson, and passed on his skills of making buns. Tomorrow is the Mid-Autumn Festival, Lao Yang thought to himself, buy a roast chicken, play a pot of wine, and reward Ah Fei.

The moon is getting fuller and fuller, and the night in Jiming Town is very deserted, and there is no one around, and you can only hear the sound of sleeping snoring coming from the house when you walk on the street. Xingyue seemed to be tired, covered with a thin cloud quilt, without the favor of the moonlight, Jiming Town looked extremely dark for a while, and the strong wind from afar also took advantage of this time to quietly arrive. It was the moon, the dark and windy night.

A group of people walked to the outside of Jiming Town, and a lewd man with thief eyebrows and rat eyes said to the black-faced man in the lead: "Big brother, we have been on the run for more than half a month, presumably that group of Qiu Ba will not be able to catch up with us for a while, the dry food that my brother has already eaten cleanly, tired and hungry, there is a market town in front, why don't we go and fight the autumn breeze?"

The black-faced man pondered for a while, clapped his hands and said, "Just according to what the second brother said, go get him some wine and meat, and when the brothers are full of food and drink, find a beautiful little lady to give my brother a few replacements!"

When several big men heard this, they immediately came to their senses and applauded.

The wind was howling, and Lao Yang felt shallow, and he couldn't sleep when he was disturbed by the wind. Lao Yang tossed and turned, simply got up and boiled water first, estimated that the time was about the same, and put the buns in the cage drawer to steam. Lao Yang sat in front of the stove, looking at the smoke curling, and felt a trace of comfort. I started making steamed buns at the age of sixteen, and in a blink of an eye, most of my life has passed. Baozi can't earn a few bucks, Lao Yang, who is his duty, naturally has no money to marry a wife, seeing that this half-life craft is about to be lost, fortunately, God has mercy, and he has met the life of a diligent director after the age of knowing his fate. Reading this, Lao Yang had a slight smile on his face.

With a rooster crowing, it was already five watches, one more people, two more gongs, three more ghosts, four more thieves, and five more chickens. The people of the town gradually woke up with the rooster's crow, and the sky was just dawning. Lao Yang's buns are excited with the action of water vapor, and the fragrance is excited when the lid is lifted, and the fragrance floats for ten miles, which is no exaggeration.

The black-faced man led a few of his subordinates to quietly enter Jiming Town, and as soon as he came in, he smelled the smell of steamed buns, followed the taste, and arrived in front of the steamed bun shop after a while.

Lao Yang looked at the person who came with an unkind face, and asked tentatively, "How many people want to buy steamed buns?"

The lewd man who was called the second child sealed Lao Yang's neckline and said viciously: "Old thing, my brothers are hungry, it's really good to smell your buns, why don't you be filial to your grandfather and fill his stomach!"

Lao Yang knew that he had met a bandit, these people were fierce and vicious, and they were carrying knives and axes, if they resisted, they would definitely not be able to take advantage, so they had to pretend to obey first and look for opportunities to escape.

A few thieves gobbled up, and after a while, they swept the whole drawer of buns, and after eating the buns, several thieves were still unsatisfied, so they wanted to find out if Lao Yang had any wine and meat here.

The black-faced man raised the plate axe on Lao Yang's neck and asked, "Old man, grandpa can't just eat steamed buns, hurry up and bring the wine and meat!"

Lao Yang, who has always been honest, has never seen such a scene, and immediately begged for mercy: "A few heroes, the shop only has steamed buns, and there is no wine and meat." ”

At this time, a thief on the side rummaged through the cabinet and shouted: "Big brother, I found a roast chicken here and wine!"

When the black-faced man heard this, he immediately said angrily: "Old thing, dare to deceive Lao Tzu." As he spoke, he kicked Lao Yang in the chest with a heartwarming kick.

Poor old Yang was old and weak, and he was kicked straight on the ground and rolled around, covering his chest with his hands, and moaning in pain. The roast chicken and wine were originally intended to be treated to Ah Fei on the night of the Mid-Autumn Festival, but who would have thought that they would fall into the mouth of the bandits.

Seeing this, several bandits laughed. At this moment, a figure appeared not far away.

"Old Uncle Yang!" As the comer shouted, everyone saw that it was the young man who had fled here, Ah Fei.