On the outskirts of the city, there is usually a tavern or something like that, for pedestrians from afar to rest before entering the city, and secondly, this kind of idle place is also the best place to learn about the local customs, and Dangyang City is no exception. There are two earthen houses on the side of the official road to the city twenty miles, and there is a bamboo canopy in the open space at the door, and three or five wooden tables are mixed with them. There is a dilapidated signboard on the bamboo canopy, which looks like it has been some years, and the three big characters of "muddy in" are written on it, but I don't know what it is.

On a sunny day when the snow was shining, it was rare for the small shop to still have business, and there were four or five customers sitting next to a broken table. The strange thing is that there are customers in the small shop, but the shopkeeper is nowhere to be seen, only a half-sized boy with a half-cut nose, who looks like a shopkeeper, carrying a large copper pot that has been burned black, taking a few large bowls of coarse porcelain, making a few bowls full of hot tea, then turning back to the earthen house, and never showing up again.

"It's been snowing heavily these days, and the snow has just stopped, and I've been waiting here for the past few days, not to mention pedestrians on the road, and I can't even see a ghost. If you don't make a profit today, the big boss can't explain it, and everyone won't be able to spend this year. Second Brother Feng, do you think that fat sheep can come?"

Listening to the tone of the conversation, this group of guests was actually a nest of bandits on Zhuma Mountain. Looking at the dress, almost all of them were dressed in rag cotton jackets, and the young man who had just spoken didn't even put on a cotton jacket, but only wrapped a few single clothes around his body, which made his thin upper body look a little bloated and looked quite funny. A pair of hands covered with abscesses were red from the cold, and they were holding the hot tea bowl to keep warm.

The cold winter wax moon is approaching the end of the year, and the big village on the mountain has already hugged enough food for the winter, and is holding a woman in the village to eat meat and drink wine. This little guy is so shabby, and he still comes out to try his luck in this kind of weather, and at a glance he knows that he is a bad mix in the mountains, and he is the worst one.

The young man in a single shirt looked at the bandit leader known as Second Brother Feng with a blank eye, and his eyes were full of eagerness.

The only middle-aged man wearing a leather jacket among several people sat in the middle, most of the fur of the leather jacket had fallen off, and there was a white sheep's belly towel around his head.

Second Brother Feng's eyes were slanted with a pair of white and black fish bubble eyes, and he opened his mouth with an obvious Central Plains accent, "You fool, how many times have I told you, don't call Second Brother Feng, you want to call Second Brother Feng." That Mao Junshi knows astronomy and geography, pushes forward for a thousand years, and counts five hundred years later, and is the reincarnation of the gods in the sky, what he said, can there be a mistake?"

As if in response to Brother Feng's words, at the end of the originally silent and unmanned official road, a small sedan chair in green clothes appeared, the body of the person in the sedan chair seemed to be a little heavy, and the two sedan chair drivers were very difficult, and every time they lifted the sedan chair, they would leave deep foot holes on the snow road, and at the same time make a "squeak" sound.

This sound was undoubtedly heavenly in the ears of Second Brother Feng and the others, and they all turned their eyes in the direction of the small sedan chair, and couldn't help but secretly exclaim in their hearts that the idea was coming. There are such characters, although the current situation of the cottage looks a little embarrassing, but it may not be the day when the clouds open and the moon is bright, so everyone has more respect for the Mao military division, and the loyalty to the village is also a little more.

The Tsing Yi sedan chair trembled slowly, and the time of speaking arrived at the door of the tavern. The sedan chair driver in front saw the wine curtain picked out by the roadside, gestured back, and the small sedan chair slowly stopped.

The thieves just stared at the fat sheep in front of them, for fear that it would slip out of their mouths, but they didn't notice that a young man dressed in black appeared at the end of the official road again.

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The name Qi Tianzhai sounds quite domineering, but in fact, it is the last class among the dozens of large and small grass cowards on both sides of Zhuma Mountain. Especially in recent years, the situation has deteriorated, and some people cannot make ends meet, and even the brothers in the village have become a problem to fill their stomachs. So everyone has a lot of complaints about the old village owner Sheng Qitian, fortunately, this village is created by the owner of Sheng Lao Village, and he is very kind, so that everyone will not cut down the banner and disperse.

In fact, Qi Tianzhai was not such a scene when it was first founded, although it was not one of the best in Zhuma Mountain, it was also considered to be full of talents, strong soldiers and strong horses. It was only later that as the old village owner Sheng got older and older, and the rules of the village became more and more, those characters who had catties and two pounds felt that their hands and feet were tied, and they gave a bowl of resignation wine to the old village owner and everyone in a righteous manner, and they did not lose their brothers in vain, and then went down the mountain;

Originally, too, everyone went up the mountain and fell into the grass for the sake of the coward, isn't it just to make a big scale of gold, a big bowl of wine, now this can't be done, that can't be robbed, it's better to be a good citizen at home, and what strength does it have to be a bandit in the mountains. Those who have the ability and ability have left, and the rest of them are either the old brothers who went up the mountain with the owner of the old village of Sheng, or some desperate homeless people, and the whole village is only twenty or thirty people.

Fortunately, at the beginning of the year, there was a master in the village, who was the impostor in Feng Er's mouth. I don't know why, such a master with thaumaturgy didn't go to Gaoshan Dazhai, but went to the dilapidated settlement of Qitianzhai. In any case, the arrival of this presumptuous military division brought benefits to the village, and through his guidance, he did not break the rules set by the old village owner, but also made a few good deals. So the people in the village gradually worshipped him like a god, if it goes on like this for a long time, maybe there will be a little more hope for Zhongxing, and he can restore the glory of Qi Tianzhai in the past.

Sheng Xiaonian has been messing around in this Qitian Village since he can remember. It is said that it was more than ten years ago, once the old village owner received a rumor that there was a fat sheep passing by at the foot of the mountain, and the old village owner took his brothers down the mountain. Who would have thought that there were fat sheep, but when they arrived, they were all dead sheep, and it seemed that some of their peers had already taken the lead. So the business was not done, and the people of Qi Tianzhai worked hard for a long time to bury the dead sheep. It was among those dead people that the old village owner found Sheng Xiaonian who was still in swaddling clothes, and at that time his little face was blue from the cold, and he only had one breath left, so he took him back to the cottage. This child is blessed with a great life, and he actually survived like this. That day happened to be the twenty-fourth day of the lunar month, and the child was called Xiao Nian, with the surname of the old village owner.

At that time, the village was already unlucky, so one of the compulsory subjects in Sheng Xiaonian's growth process was to bask in the sun at the root of the wall and listen to those old people who had no business to talk about the past glory of Qitianzhai. At the beginning, Sheng Xiaonian was yearning. As I grew older, my clothes became more and more worn out, and I became more and more skeptical about the veracity of those stories. But deep down, he was still willing to believe those stories, so much so that he vaguely felt that he was destined to come here, and maybe the revitalization of the village would fall on him. So he dreamed that he would do a few big business.

The arrival of the Mao military division made Sheng Xiaonian feel extremely excited. He felt that this old man must be the master sent by God to assist him, and one night, the old man would avoid everyone, kneel in front of him and say that the minister was too late to escort him, and hoped that the young master would forgive his sins. Who knew that after waiting for more than half a year, this kind of thing did not happen. Sheng Xiaonian was not disappointed, but the time had not yet come, but the ambition in his heart had not changed.

Sheng Xiaonian, who has great ambitions, is a big gaffe at this time. Although women are not common, I have seen some when I usually go down the mountain, but such a beautiful woman has never been seen in my dreams. So a pair of bright eyes stared at her, refusing to even turn around. The saliva in his mouth flowed down the corners of his mouth, and the air was cold, as if it was about to condense into ice.

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