A loose team of dozens of people, each of whom looked lazy and decadent and powerless, was swaying to a dilapidated wooden door blocked by a wooden fence.

Several rough men riding on horseback who were walking in front of the team tied the reins in their hands, and one of them waved his hand behind him.

A man with a thin and yellow complexion immediately ran out of the team behind him and came to the wooden door in the middle of the wooden fence step by step.

Slap

The man slapped the old wooden door with his hand, and shouted in his mouth: "The people inside are dead. The big cabinet is back. If you are breathing, you will get out quickly."

Not long after, the sound of rapid footsteps came from behind the wooden door. Then one eye lay on the cracks of the wooden door, and secretly looked out. When he saw the person on the horse's back outside the wooden door, he heard the person inside the wooden door shouting: "Hurry, open the village door quickly, it's the big cabinet back."

The worn wooden door is made of several large wooden boards, all of which are solid hardwood, thick, heavy and heavy, and the two men can only open it together.

Squeak! Squeak! Squeak! Squeak! Squeak! Squeak!

Accompanied by the ferocious friction sounds that were about to pierce the eardrum, the wooden door was slowly opened from the inside, separated on both sides, and a wide passage was revealed in the middle.

Three men stood respectfully beside the wooden door. The one standing in front was a little older, with a layer of fine beard. The two men behind were pale and thin, covered in torn clothes, and held a spear with sharpened wood in their hands.

In the team outside the wooden door, the man riding a horse in front had a pair of triangular eyes, and the fierce light in his eyes could not be concealed. The cold light in his eyes was dotted in the depths of his eyes. It was like looking at anyone with a cold eye, which made people feel cold from the bottom of his heart.

"Welcome the big counter back to the village!"

The triangular-eyed man rode a horse to the person in front of the wooden door, tied the reins, and pointed the other person with a whip in his hand, "Where is the scholar?"

"In the warehouse behind." The man pointed at by the triangular-eyed man with a horse whip and hurriedly pointed to the distance.

He pointed his finger at a separate room, just like the dilapidated wooden door next to it, and was also very dilapidated.

"Tell him, I will clean up the sheep in a while, and I will eat mutton tonight." After leaving a message, the three big-eyed men knocked their heels on the horse's stomach and rode their horses toward it.

A scholar is not a famous person or a real scholar, but a pretty young man. Because of his literacy, people in the village call him a scholar.

Not long after the three-eyed man and the team behind him entered the parcel, a young man walked out of the broken house that the bandit had previously pointed to.

The young man looked dull and his eyes were dull, almost like he had lost his soul. He looked like he was seventeen or eighteen years old last year and was covered in greasy clothes full of patches. I don’t know how long it took to wash it. The patches on it were even one patch and one patch.

In this way, because the young man was too tall and his trouser legs were obviously not long enough, his wrists and ankles were exposed.

"Scholar, why are you still standing there? Didn't you hear the big cabinet say that you should pack up the sheep quickly." Among the people who opened the wooden door for the triangular-eyed man, one of the young people who had just approached was anxious.

The young man looked dull and didn't say anything. He turned his head and looked at the back of the wooden door of the village. There was a single-wheeled cart parked there, and a goat that he had stolen from somewhere was tied to his hand.

A few small cloth bags were tied with ropes on the wheelbarrow, which were bulging. There should be food inside. There was a small bag of salt on the top, and all of these things were not much.

The young man walked over, pushed the wheelbarrow up, and walked forward swayingly. The wheelbarrows that were shaking left and right seemed to fall to the ground at any time, which made the people who saw it behind him feel worried.

Fortunately, the young man finally pushed the wheelbarrow to the dilapidated house without any danger.

The man with a triangular eyes just got off the horse's back, looking at the young man's lazily carrying goods on the wheelbarrow, frowned, and showed an unhappy expression on his face.

"Big Cabinet, this guy doesn't take the big Cabinet seriously. Should I take people to teach him a lesson?" The speaker had two beards and had thin faces. The only one among the bandits in a secret shirt.

However, the shirt on his body was worn and had many patches, but it only looked like a shirt, which could barely distinguish the difference from the clothes on other bandits.

The triangular-eyed man turned his head and glanced at the mustache behind him, "I need you to teach you when doing things. Get away. I will be unhappy when I see you, a fake Taoist look."

The mustache quickly smiled and said, "Yes, yes, yes, get out of here, get out of here."

After saying that, Xiaomoustache turned around, but there was a flash of cold light in her eyes. However, she was not at the three big-eyed men who insulted him, but at the scholar who was moving things from the wheelbarrow in front of the door in the distance.

It was getting dark, and several torches were lit in the village, especially the large house in the middle, which was barely considered a hall. There were several braziers built with wooden frames inside, and the red flames shone the house as if it were daytime.

There was endless sound of drinking in the hall, accompanied by the smell of mutton. On the table in the middle were two large pots of mutton with bones.

In the northwest corner of the village, there was no torch in front of a broken house, but a bonfire was raised, with an iron pot on it, and something was stewed inside, and a rich meaty aroma floated out.

"Scholar, you have to be careful. During the day, I saw that the master looked at you with something wrong, and I was afraid he was making any bad ideas." The speaker was Yang Dazhu, who was one of the people who opened the village during the day.

"Yes." The scholar responded absent-mindedly, looking at the iron pot, his eyes were distracted, but his mind had no idea where he had flew.

The scholar was named Liu Tianyu. He was a military fan, but he was a military fan of the twenty-first generation. He originally went to attend a class reunion. After drinking, he woke up and came to the bandits' den of the Ming Dynasty.

The computer is gone, the mobile phone is gone, and even the lighting lights disappear from life. In the past few days, he still doesn't believe that he has come to the Ming Dynasty and has become a bandit with no future.

In the past few days after coming to this world, he was either alone or alone. He saw it as if he had lost his soul in the eyes of others. In fact, he himself was like a dream, and still couldn't believe everything in front of him. He longed to wake up and return to the warm big bed at home.

Yang Dazhu added a handful of firewood to the fire to make the flames more prosperous. The lamb bones boiled in the iron pot will make more oil, which will taste more fragrant later.
Chapter completed!