Feng Mu was still doing ordinary and simple things in the farmhouse, while the farmer went to work in the fields layer by layer, and the days seemed to have stopped at this season for them.

In the cold winter, the cold wind in the sky is cold, but there is no snow falling.

Many families have stopped their busy work for a year and are ready to welcome the arrival of the New Year's bells. But the farmer's family seems to be very busy, and there is always work to be done.

The collector arrived, and the husband and wife worked in the fields, leaving only the two children at home. Watching them pack away bags of millet from their parents' hard work, Xiao Min's tears fell suddenly.

There is so much injustice in this world, why are the poor always oppressed, why do those who do not work enjoy prosperity and wealth, but those who work hard do not have enough to eat?

Xiao Min was so unwilling, but she didn't dare to step forward to stop it, such a thing has happened many times, although she has become accustomed to it, but she is still unwilling.

The three servants packed six sacks of grain, leaving the farmer's family with little left, and if they wanted to survive for a year, they had to rent the landlord's grain and accept the exploitation of usury, and so on in a vicious circle, the debt became heavier and heavier.

Before the three of them walked out of the door, they suddenly felt a pain behind them, and they were knocked to the ground. This is naturally Feng Mu's move, at this time, he should be low-key, because he is a mud bodhisattva crossing the river and it is difficult to protect himself, attracting the attention of others, it is not a good thing for him, and it may even affect the farmer's family.

But if you do nothing because you are afraid of the danger you will face, then how much point is there to linger like this? A person lacks the most basic qualities. It's tantamount to the walking dead, lacking a soul.

"Help me lift it. We threw these three out. ”

Looking at the three people who were knocked unconscious, Feng Mu opened his mouth and said to Xiao Min. Xiao Min was a little panicked, even if his father was present before, he let them take the food, but now this child really ate the bear's heart and leopard gall.

But what he does, she likes from the bottom of her heart. After Feng Mu finished speaking, she showed a hearty smile, said "um", and followed Feng Mu to carry the three people out of the fence courtyard.

Half an hour later. The three of them woke up, and they were lying on the cold ground, their whole bodies a little stiff. These three people are treated like this, and they are naturally angry, they have always bullied others, how can they be bullied by others!

One person kicked open the firewood door and walked into the courtyard, Feng Mu slowly walked out of the cabin, looking at these fierce and vicious appearances. In fact, they bully the soft and fear the hard domestic servants.

After a few back and forth, the three of them were knocked to the ground by Feng Mu. With his current martial arts, it would be easy to deal with these little minions. It's just that he doesn't know, with his uncle's skills, why should he forbear?

Anyway, the family's peaceful days have been shattered. Even if they want to compromise and settle things. Presumably, the landlord's family will not let them go. Feng Mu guessed that after the three of them went back, it wouldn't be long before more thugs were called to retaliate.

But he waited. When no one came in the afternoon, Feng Mu didn't understand, it stands to reason that these local tyrants and bullies are not vegetarians, how can they endure the anger in their hearts after being provoked like this.

Feng Mu was destined to not wait for those who took revenge, because what he didn't know was that the rich man had been forced to move out of Jinling City, and their family property had been robbed by a group of people of unknown origin.

This group of people is not an ordinary bandit, but a mysterious and huge organization, with a small landlord, daring them to fight is tantamount to using a mantis arm as a car. The landlord didn't know what the origin of the group of bandits he was facing, if he knew that he was from Peach Blossom Village, he would probably climb and leave the place as quickly as he could.

On the pineapple wooden chair in the rich man's house, sat an elegant middle-aged scribe, this person's dress was the most unpredictable, and his Confucian dress was incompatible with the fierce faces and short clothes of the big men standing in front of him.

This person is Chu Xiuqi, the big boss of Peach Blossom Village, nicknamed "Chu Nangong" in the rivers and lakes, ranking second among the top ten bandits in the Ming Dynasty, and his cultivation is unfathomable, but people can't see the slightest trace.

From the Shaoqing of Honglu Temple to a murderous bandit, his experience is not legendary. This man, who has suffered a lot in the world, does not have much cynicism, there is only an indifference of joy and anger on his face, and there is an unfathomable scheming city of Gujing Wubo.

He is practicing calligraphy, referring to all the calligraphy models - "Orchid Pavilion Preface", but his pen is far from it, both the penmanship and the stroke of the pen. When he finished, he let out a long breath and shook his head at the letter.

"Is it so difficult to write a character quietly?" he seemed to sigh at his previous life experience, when he was well-behaved, and the font he used was also consistent with the regulations of the imperial court, but since he fell into the rivers and lakes, the original wild nature has been released, and the practice of calligraphy has not been eclectic.

Normally, his words would be thrown into the scrap of paper, and several of his subordinates looked at him with trepidation, they had followed the scribe for many years, but they could never guess his temper.

"Recruit someone to frame this letter, and when this is over, I will bring it back to Taohuazhai and give it to the third lady. ”

Chu Xiuqi said lightly, his family was ruined, and he was the only one left in the family to survive, and now although he married a three-room concubine, he did not have a wife. Perhaps there is a hole in his heart that cannot be filled with the glory and wealth of the world.

One of the strong men stepped forward to get the paper on the table, and suddenly felt a surge of true qi, and his body flew upside down, hitting the wall, and his whole body stinged, as if he had been tortured.

Sure enough, this scribe, who seemed harmless to humans and animals on the outside, was still so violent, turning his face faster than turning a book. Looking at the injured companion for no reason, several other people couldn't help but lower their heads, there was no way, they couldn't beat this weak scholar together, and they couldn't escape the sphere of influence of Taohuazhai, so they could only be wronged and humiliated.

"Move the table with you, be careful not to break this paper. ”

Chu Xiuqi said lightly, and the man slowly got up from the ground and stepped forward to move the table, but he couldn't help but be stunned.

It turned out that each stroke passed through the back of the paper, imprinting an inch-deep mark on the hard rosewood table. Each stroke is strong and powerful, and the iron is painted with silver hooks, as if it is an endless killing move!

The big man was stunned, his lips trembled slightly, he snorted, and asked in a low voice: "Big boss, this, how should this be framed?"

"Tearing down the table and framing it together, such a simple thing, do you want me to teach you?"

Listening to Chu Xiuqi's bland words, cold sweat broke out on everyone's backs, this person's temper was really weird and elusive. (To be continued.) )