Chapter 269： bandit farming

Chapter 269 Bandit Farming

The middle-aged bandit whom he calls "Third Brother" is the third head of the Qinglong Village. Recently, there has been a lot of rumors. The five of them have been asked by the head to lead a team to patrol the mountain in person. If not, the third head would not have that opportunity Pick anyone up.

He patted the little bandit leader on the shoulder, "I picked them up in the woods. They were a group of refugees who came here on their own initiative and wanted to join us in Qinglong Village. The older ones are uncles, and the others are nephews, but none of them belong to the same family." , but uncles, nephews and cousins ​​who haven’t released five clothes.”

These are all he asked from Zheng Fengshou's mouth. He felt that Zheng Fengshou was the best to deal with among the four, so he directly chose Zheng Fengshou as a breakthrough.

But what he didn't know was that although Zheng Fengshou looked silly, he was actually very keen on acting.

As Ye Anlan's little fan, he admires Ye Anlan's magical ability to act like anything. Ever since he saw Ye Anlan's ability for the first time, he has become keen on honing his acting skills.

The middle-aged bandits tried to trick him, but what they got out was all the rhetoric that Ye Anlan and the others had already set up.

Ye Anlan and the others didn't look very similar to each other, and Wen Liuniang didn't make much changes to their appearance, so the persona they set up for themselves was the clan uncle and his three clansmen. nephew.

The story was compiled by Ye Anlan, based on the human tragedies that can be seen everywhere in this ancient troubled times.

The middle-aged bandit kept Zheng Fengshou talking for a while, and finally came to the conclusion that Ye Anlan and the others fled together as members of a family, but in the end, their family members and clan members died and dispersed. In the end, only The four of them, uncles and nephews who are not close by blood, accompany each other.

The middle-aged bandit sighed for a while, and then sent Ye Anlan and the others to the back mountain to grow vegetables without hesitation.

Of course he sympathizes with these four uncles and nephews, but these days, there are too many people who have encountered the same situation as them.

Their Qinglongzhai is not a shantang. Since these people came to their Qinglongzhai to escape the troubled times, then these people must reflect their personal value.

Especially their Qinglongzhai is now a clay bodhisattva crossing the river, and when their own fate depends on God's winks, the third master really doesn't have the extra sympathy to share with four strangers.

"You guys work hard. If you perform well, you will be able to be the little boss in the future." Ye Anlan encouraged Ye Anlan and the others casually, and the third leader left with his people.

The little leader who was in charge of watching the people farming said to himself: "What kind of tricks can you grow by farming? It's not like going down the mountain to rob, and you will be rewarded for your meritorious deeds."

Especially now that they are already in danger of protecting themselves, the bandits in charge of farming, no matter how well they farm, it will take three to five years to produce results, right? At that time, it is not certain whether their cottage will still be there.

He heard that the Ye family army at the foot of the mountain was very rude to bandits and refugees.

When the time comes, the army will surround them. Apart from fleeing and being killed, the only way for them is to surrender.

But the question is, where can they escape?

Their family members and relatives all live in this neighborhood, and they themselves have never left this area for generations. They have left their homes, and in such troubled times, can they really usher in a good result if they go to other places?

The little boss was full of melancholy, and he didn't have much energy to beat Ye Anlan and the others. He lazily pointed to the utility room where the tools were stored, "The tools are there, go get them yourself."

To his surprise, Ye Anlan and the others didn't feel dissatisfied or disappointed at all. The four of them didn't have any objections to the distribution of the third master. He asked them to work, and they really took the tools, honestly. Actually went to the ground.

And looking at the posture of their work, except for the older one, whose technique is obviously a little rusty, the other three are all experienced farmers.

The little boss clicked his tongue twice, secretly lamenting the good luck of the third head of their family.

I wanted someone to farm the land, but the person I picked up was really good at farming, and he was obedient to this point. I didn’t feel that there was anything wrong with farming the land even if I became a bandit.

Looking at the other bandits who had to pick up shovels and hoes due to the request of the head of the family, and himself who was unwilling to take charge of things, the little boss felt that these four people might be theirs in the future The model bandit who knows how to farm the land and loves farming the most in the village.

He was thinking wildly, and saw those bandits who were originally reluctant, but now they are grinding foreign workers more and more blatantly.

There are four more people, and they are four very capable people. Those bandits who didn't want to farm the land originally made eye contact with each other, and immediately fell in love with each other.

They held tools in their hands, and their bodies lazily leaned on the tools, but the ground under their feet showed no signs of being planed, smashed and leveled.

The little boss wanted to scold subconsciously, but seeing Ye Anlan and the others didn't react at all, the little boss swallowed the scolding that came to his lips as soon as he changed his mind.

He didn't say a word, Ye Anlan and the others didn't seem to see those people being lazy, and those people suddenly became more and more lazy.

By the time Ye Anlan and the others had dug out a vegetable bed of about two square meters, those people had either sat down or chatted with each other.

They didn't work, the little boss didn't know what kind of mentality he had, and he didn't yell at him. Instead, he just sat there, staring at Ye Anlan and the others, scratching the ground like old cows.

Until a few women in coarse clothes came to pick vegetables with baskets, those lazy bandits picked up the tools in their hands and pretended to start to prepare the ground.

However, their previous lazy behavior had already been noticed by these aunts and aunts who looked to be in their forties or fifties.

One of the fat white women carrying a basket turned her head and gave the young leader a look of embarrassment, staring so hard that he shrank his neck and dared not make a sound.

No way, this is his own mother, who is also the head cook in their village. If he dares to pierce a prick, his mother dares to wield a spatula, chasing after him.

Ye Anlan saw all this in her eyes, and silently thought about the fat white woman in her heart.

She was thinking about how to approach the fat white woman in a reasonable way, but unexpectedly, the fat white woman had already offered her the ladder.

"You guys, come and help me pick the vegetables." She waved at Ye Anlan and the others, "Let those lazy people go to the ground, don't let them chatter their teeth every day after they're full."

(end of this chapter)