The fat man led me to a side house near the main hall. He said it was a side house, but it was actually a firewood house.
I looked around for a week. In the low house, half of the straw was piled up. There was nothing but a broken straw mat on the muddy ground. The moldy wooden windows seemed to be crumbling. The freezing wind was blowing Coming in, I couldn't help but fight a cold war.
"How can I sleep here?" I frowned and put my arms into my arms.
"The young master of a rich family is squeamish!" The fat man gave me a contemptuous look.
Having said that, he was very honest and honest, while he was criticizing all kinds of "rich people", and he neatly tied the drafting curtain.
The fat man smoked two straws on the ground, sat down on his butt, and threw another one to me. I followed him and sat across from him and watched him work.
"'Rich Young Master'! Haven't seen this before!"
As he spoke, he spat on the palm of his hand, rubbed it twice, and twisted a long straw rope after a while.
"You still do this work?" I couldn't help but be suspicious when I saw his skilled movements. Aren't they robbers who make a living by robbery? How can you still do such peasant work!
"Brother was an out-and-out farmer before he fell! I've been dealing with fields all my life, you think I can't do this?"
"Then why don't you farm anymore?" I asked curiously.
"Grow it again?" the fat man said angrily, "I need one bucket to plant rice, but the dog officer has to take two buckets and let me drink the northwest wind!"
The angry roar made my eardrums hurt. Hearing him say that, are the robbers in Fenghuang Village forced to make a living? It turned out to be the ghost of corrupt officials. I still remember that Mo Xichen once told the tragic story of the tea-picking girl.
"But I think Brother Dao has great martial arts, and he's not like an ordinary farmer?" I asked him casually while helping him tie the straw curtain by drawing a gourd.
"Speaking of the boss, that's really amazing!" Speaking of Brother Dao, the fat man said proudly, "The boss turned out to be a knight in the rivers and lakes. When he came to our Phoenix Village, he saw that our people were oppressed by the county chief and could not survive. He was a chivalrous man and killed the whole family of the county chief overnight. As for our Phoenix Village, we couldn't survive anyway, and we were afraid that the boss would be hunted down by the government, so we and the villagers from several nearby villages followed the boss to occupy the Phoenix. Shan, do this business without money!"
"But what's the difference between you and the original... 'dog officials'!" I couldn't help feeling a little outraged. Although corrupt officials did not harm people lightly, they shouldn't be robbers.
"Who said we murdered people?" The fat man glared at me displeased. "The boss said that we only rob the government, and don't touch the good people. Besides, we never kill indiscriminately, only those who eat people without spitting bones. The dog officer!"
"Then how did you catch me?" I was stunned, my dress was like a 'dog official'
"This is Huai-" The fat man was about to say, but suddenly stopped, lowered his head and continued to edit the grass curtain, muttering, "Why should I tell you this!"
There were waves in my heart. Judging from various signs, it seemed that Brother Dao's arrest of me was not as simple as robbing me. From the hesitant reaction of the fat man, and the surprise of the two people at the gate of the village who saw me and Xiaojia, it was clear that It has no purpose.
Why did Brother Dao arrest us? It seems that only a few of his confidants know about his arrest of us. At least half of the people in Phoenix Mountain are kept in the dark, which adds to the mystery.
Only Beichen Shaoyuan and Yin Yi know about my trip. With Beichen Shaoyuan's ability, it is impossible to reveal half of his whereabouts, and Brother Dao is even less likely to collide with officials in Nanhuai because of the killing of corrupt officials. .
So... is it color? I shook my head again. Although my "Yuelang" is famous all over Nanhuai, it is not enough to attract a robber from a hundred miles away. Besides, Brother Dao is obviously more interested in Xiaojia.
"'Rich Young Master'! I frown and shake my head when I think about it, look at this window!"
I looked up and saw that the fat man had already hung the straw curtains on the window, so that no wind could penetrate through it. He was a strong man with a strong back, and his work was so meticulous!
"Thank you! It's so beautiful!" I pulled the straw curtain, not only it fell evenly, but it was also strong and reliable. It seems that I don't have to worry about it tonight.
"Hehe!" Hearing my admiration, the fat man giggled twice, and patted the back of his head embarrassedly.
Then, he diligently moved two bales of straw to spread on the ground, and after they were compacted, he laid the ragged mat on top.
"Come on! 'Rich Young Master', try our poor man's bed!"
The fat man pulled me to sit down, and I didn't expect to fall down, which made him laugh again. The straw mattress made me sore, and it really was a good quilt to sleep in. Compared with this, I fell from heaven to hell.
I rubbed the place where I fell, with a bitter look on my face, when the fat man saw this, he lifted the mat and thumped the straw softer.
"Big brother fat man! Who is that girl Feng?" I moved around, taking advantage of his busy work to learn more about the situation. Knowing the art of war, knowing yourself and the enemy, you can be victorious in all battles. Role.
"She!" The fat man said while beating, "The whole slut!"
To Miss Feng, his tone can be said to be both loving and disdainful.
"Look at her face! Thin Chai said it well, making a steamed bun is also called Goubuli!" Take it!"
I smirked, and it made sense.
"What's her relationship with Brother Dao?"
"Brother Dao's woman!" The fat man said naturally, "Before we came out, the women fled and scattered, and the children didn't even have a mother. What Fenghuang Village lacked most was women, and Miss Feng was ugly or ugly. It’s a little bit, after all, it’s a little less than our eldest gentlemen, naturally it belongs to the boss!”
"But Brother Dao doesn't seem to like her?"
"What do you like! Say you're a rich young master, we're old and rough and have a hot kang head and a woman to hold us, so we'll be content!" The fat man 'educated me' and raised his eyebrows at me again, "I heard that Miss Feng is at the boss. The bed screamed that it was a wave!"
My brows were slightly frowned, and I couldn't help but blushed a little. This topic couldn't be continued any longer. The more I said it, the more explicit it became.
"Okay! I'll get you a bed and quilt later! The boss told you not to be hungry and cold, so you can just do it!"
After the fat man made the "bed", he locked the firewood door, and the room was suddenly darkened.
I lay on my back on the straw pile, holding my head and thinking, this must be the concubine Youqing Lang has no intention of, Miss Feng has a deep love for Brother Dao, but Brother Dao just uses her as a tool to warm the bed, in this era of oppression of women, to be a woman Sad, it is even more sad to be an ugly woman.
Just as he was about to go to the meeting with Zhou Hecheng in a daze, there was a hurried knock on the door, accompanied by Xiao Jia's eager shout.
"Master! Master! Are you inside?"
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