Huo Dao disagreed, and said: "Don't worry, I can't be sure of this, I'm not in vain all these years, it's okay for them to bully the weak and loot the people, and when it comes to fighting, they are laymen."

Huo Zhennan was still not at ease, and was about to object, but was stopped by Huo Dao: "Ada, don't worry, Maweigou Mountain is steep, and there are many people who can't use it, and it's easy to be exposed."

Huo Zhennan couldn't stand up to his son, so he could only nod and say, "Okay, you pick some of the most shrewd and capable people in the village, equip them with more heavy weapons, and bring more grenades."

As he was talking, a sudden person outside the door reported: "Sect elders, Mayor Ma is visiting."

"The weasel gave the chicken a New Year's greeting, and he didn't have any good intentions - just said that we weren't there" Wen Dewang seemed to be very annoyed by the magistrate, who was not an official, but was in charge of the taxes and smelting of the peace on this side.

"Don't--- Mrs. Wen, my Ma Yu is annoying you like this" was refusing, not wanting to step outside the door A tall and thin man, wearing a robe and coat, shiny leather shoes on his feet, a melon skin hat on his head, a slender horse face, really worthy of his horse surname, and a round glasses on his nose. Flirting with the hem of the gown, he stepped closely.

A few steps later, two young attendants, both with leather briefcases in their hands, followed closely behind, entering and standing on either side.

Ma Yu pinched the brim of his hat with both fingers, and said, "Come uninvited, and look forward to you Haihan."

Huo Zhenxi took two steps forward and asked straight to the point: "Mayor Ma, the field tax, tooth tax, tobacco and alcohol tax, door tariff, deed tax, livestock tax, carriage and horse tax, and slaughter tax--- you have paid all the taxes, and what other police donations, car donations, prostitute donations, drama donations, and public welfare donations, what else do you do?"

Ma Yu was not in a hurry, but even more so that he was the master, pulled a chair and sat down, only to pick up an official document from the entourage behind him and push it on the table, and sighed in a fake way: "Huo Sanye, my lords, I am also tired, I don't want to, but let me urge taxes and donations, how dare I say nothing?"

He pointed to the official document on the table and said: "You see it's here again, what do you want to donate from the people, I have to bite the bullet and come to beg you, give me a face-saving ---."

Huo Zhenxi raised his hand and picked up the piece of official paper, just as he opened his eyes, his eyes widened: "Donate milk, what is the name of An Min's donation, it's still 500 yuan, 500 loads of grain, you might as well grab it."

Ma Yu looked at the surprised faces, took out the official document, patted it in his hand, and sighed: "I don't want to, the above apportionment, we need to donate 5,000 quintals of grain for the eight aqueducts, and 5,000 yuan for the big yuan -- I am an old friend with Ganquan Village, let you have a small head, you calculate the entire Ganquan Village apportionment according to the head, this is not much."

Huo Zhenxi, regardless of whether he was apportioned or skillfully established, twisted Ma Yu's neckline with his hand, and dragged him and shouted: "Let's go--follow me to see, what everyone in our Ganquan Village eats, wheat bran with wild vegetable soup, and I will donate the extra grain."

Ma Yuba took Huo Zhenxi's hand and complained: "Third master, this is not me who wants to donate, it is the task assigned by the county magistrate Cai to each town, and it must be handed over within ten days." Whom do you say I am going to reason?"

But this is really not a matter for the mayor of this small town to dare to apportion, Huo Zhennan glanced at Zhenxi and said: "Third brother let go, Mayor Ma is doing official business--- it's useless for him to embarrass him."

Huo Zhenxi was unhappy, shook his big hand, and squirted: "Donate a big milk - I don't have money or food, I have a life."

Ma Yu, who was thrown back a few steps, straightened his coat and sighed to Huo Zhennan: "The second brother still understands me, but this time Anmin's donation is indeed not for personal gain, but to ensure the safety of the party" pointed to the door, and then said: "You see, in Guanshan and Wushan before and after our eight aqueducts, there are more than a dozen bandits alone, burning, killing and looting, killing and robbing all kinds of evil, killing and robbing, killing how many people have been killed, how many businesses have been ruined, how many goods have been robbed--- and if you don't reorganize it, is this still a place for people to stay?"

"That's someone else, our ancestors of Ganquanzhai are safeguarded, and we think we can still keep one side safe," Huo Zhenxi directly refused.

However, Ma Yu seemed to have settled on Ganquan Village, smiled lightly, and sighed: "Really, how did I hear that Ganquan Village has been very unquiet recently?"

Another sneer said: "Yang Dinghai and Yang Shuiwa are bandits who have just risen recently, and they make you Ganquan Village restless, if the thousands of bandits armed with Wushan Wang Mazi take a fancy to your Ganquan Village, which wants gold, gold and silver, I don't know if you can still be so calm."

Huo Zhennan smiled coldly and asked rhetorically: "What Mayor Ma means is that if you pay the Anmin donation, those bandit forces will be able to disappear into this land, and our eight aqueducts will be able to live a peaceful and peaceful life without closing their doors at night."

Wen Dewang shouted in a very high-profile manner following Huo Zhennan's words: "Donate ---."

Ma Yu was excited for a while, and saluted Wen Dewang: "It's still too wise to be Mrs. Wen--- then I'll give you a record."

I don't want Wen Dewang to wave his hand and smile: "Slow, if you can guarantee that the dozen or so bandits gathered in the north and south mountains will disappear, I will donate the same amount if I smash the pot and sell iron."

"You --- you ---" Ma Yu was suddenly stupid, his body softened, his lips trembled slightly, and he shouted angrily: "I'm just a little mayor, where can I promise you to go."

Huo Zhenxi smiled and hooked up with Ma Yu's shoulder, pushed it out of the door, and said calmly: "Mayor Ma, you see it's not that we don't donate, but we are afraid that we will be resentful and donate, and it's not worth donating - you can react to your head", he straightened his chest and said very loudly: "If we destroy these dozen bandits, we will not only donate, but also double the donation--- you think this is good."

Ma Yu broke free of Huo Zhenxi's claws, took out another piece of official document and slapped it on the table, and reprimanded angrily: "I have sent the official document, whether to donate or not to donate, you can only report it truthfully, and five days later, the county magistrate Cai and the battalion commander Yang Wansheng, a subordinate of the party commander, will be stationed in the eight aqueducts to guard against bandits, and I hope you will send representatives to participate in the parliament." It is clearly written on the official document, farewell".

As soon as Ma Yu left, Wen Dewang hurriedly flew up and picked up another official document that Ma Yu slapped on the table, read it twice before giving it to Huo Zhennan, and said, "Zhennan, what is written on it is true."

"Suppress the bandits---" Huo Zhennan sneered, shook his head and said: "They know which bandit leader is more credible --- scourge the township."

But Wen Dewang is still hesitant, whether it is to suppress the bandits he doesn't know, whether it will be the bandits he can't believe it, but a battalion of more than 500 soldiers is stationed in the eight troughs, at least it is a hidden danger to Ganquan Village, if it is not handled well, it will be set on fire, and there is a security company, those two goods are not left, why not, but the scourge is a top master in the township, and the arch fire is a fine art, for the Ganquan Village, a bandit and a people-like swordsman family, like a tiger lying next to the couch, how can he sleep peacefully?

However, how could Huo Zhennan not understand this reason, knowing the old lady's worries, he slapped the official document angrily, and said: "That is a group of tigers that eat people and do not swallow bones, jackals that can never be fed, and they can't be fed with those three melons and two dates alone, so let's touch their bottom first."

Out of the threshold, he looked back at Huo Dao and shouted: "Huo Dao, you will be responsible for training soldiers in the future."

Looking at the back of Huo Zhennan leaving, Wen Dewang was even more worried, sat on the chair, lit up the page, looked at Huo Zhenxi, looked at Liu Qinghe and could give him a suggestion to Ganquanzhai, but Huo Zhenxi seemed to be about to disappoint him again, patted his ass and smiled: "I don't care if it's wind or rain outside, as soon as the gate is closed, I only care about the cloud --- above Ganquanzhai."

But he was still worried, he didn't want Liu Qinghe to cough twice and leave, and finally Huo Dao laughed, and said with a smile on the steps he took: "Resisting donations, taking the lead in resisting donations is a big crime, and you will be killed as bandits---haha."

Wen Dewang's face was red and white for a while, and he was angry, grabbed the page of the official document and slapped it violently, and roared angrily: "Is Ganquanzhai my own?"

After venting his anger, he felt ridiculous, who can tell clearly whether this world is a soldier or a bandit, and the bandit may still have a time to satisfy timidity, but the officers and soldiers are endless, as long as they are targeted, even the belt and flesh are pulled clean layer by layer, and in the end, even the bone and slag will not let go. If so, what's the use of worrying, what's the use of fearing---

Out of the Jieyi Hall, Huo Dao trotted to the training ground under the cliff in the north, and said that the establishment of this Ganquan Village, seven are divided into people and three are divided into soldiers, temples and private houses are in the middle, and there is an open field on the north side that is the training ground of the entire cottage training regiment. There is a racetrack in the south, and Anping Road in the north surrounds the entire cottage, and every corner can be reached from the training ground in a pillar of incense. In the busy season, they are farmers, Zhuang and stable men, when they are slack, they are village warriors and soldiers, it is their duty to guard the village and protect the people, and occasionally they are salt customers and dart customers, and they are also swordsmen who rob the rich and help the poor.

As soon as he arrived outside the adobe arch of the training ground, there was a man with his arms wide open, smiling and waiting, bronzed skin, calm and capable look, seeing that his cold and arrogant eyes were full of masculinity, but there was some melancholy and weakness in the dark eyes, black hair, scattered in the ears, gray robe and coat tied with a black belt, a sheepskin shoulder, and two "box cannons" --- Type 17 Mauser pistols hung on the left and right of his waist. He is the eldest brother of Huo Dao, the captain of Ganquanzhai, Huo Nian, a new generation of leaders in the hearts of the villagers of Ganquanzhai, guarding the village and the people, leading the regiment to bravely dart, cane and sword rivers and lakes, and also responsible for training soldiers.

Three steps are two, and the two of them hugged each other tightly and gently patted each other's backs.

"Brother--I'm back".

"Well, it's good to come back, and we brothers can work together in the future."

The two hugged each other and laughed, pulled away, clenched their fists, and struck each other lightly on their chests, a look, and a smile that contained all friendship.

Huo Nian pulled his younger brother, who often caused him a lot of trouble, into the soldiers who were tightly surrounded, pointed to the weapons on a long table in the midfield, and introduced them one by one: "These will be yours in the future, the original gang knife - Broken Wind, Type 17 Mauser pistol, Mauser 98K rifle ---."