Chapter 26
Fei Hu Village, Gao Fei Hu sat under a big tree, still shaking with anger until now.
"It's too shameless, they actually dug into our Flying Tiger Fort. No way, bring me my big knife, I'm going to go settle the score with them."
"Big brother, calm down! Big brother, calm down!" Gao Fei Bao desperately pressed him down.
"I can swallow my anger, but this is blatant bullying!" Gao Feihu.
"Everything waits for General Guo's return, everything waits for General Guo's return." - Gao Fei Bao.
Gao Fei sat there with a proud and arrogant expression, feeling like his chest was a bellows making loud whooshing sounds.
"Do you think it's true? If we go, will there really be weapons?"
"Still hesitating about having white rice cakes."
"Wow, just thinking about it makes me drool, why don't we go try our luck."
Sitting under a big tree, from time to time, you can hear such discussions, although they have tried their best to suppress their voices, but it is still inevitable that the sound will reach Gao Fei Hu's ears.
"Hmph, still eating white flour pancakes, I'm not that extravagant." Gao Fei Hu coldly snorted.
Ke Gao Fei Hu had to admit that although the method of Ha Ma Zhai was shameless, it was effective. Now the morale within the mountain stronghold is wavering, if people are really poached by Ha Ma Zhai, what can be done?
"Big brother, I have an idea!" Gao Fei Bao said.
"Huh? You actually have an idea!" Gao Fei Hu thought that today's unexpected events were one after another.
"He isn't trying to poach people from us, is he? Let's take the initiative and send some brothers over there. Eat their food, drink their wine, and if we get the chance, let's just take over Croak Hill directly. Now, Croak Hill has quite a lot of grain."
After finishing speaking, Gao Fei Bao discovered that Gao Fei Hu was staring at him with wide eyes, his face full of incredulity.
"Big brother, what's wrong? Is it because my method is no good?"
"No, I just didn't think you'd know the phrase 'turning a trick into a plan'." Gao Feihu.
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Zhou Xiaoshu is seventeen years old and is a small follower of the Flying Tiger Fort. His father was a mountain bandit, his mother was a mountain bandit, so he was born as a mountain bandit.
The life of a mountain bandit is not as good as it seems. It's said that they eat meat and drink wine in large quantities, but Zhou Xiaoshu hasn't eaten meat for over a year now. The past two years have had poor harvests, and many times the crops in the mountain village yielded nothing. When there was no grain, everyone had to go searching all over the mountains for wild vegetables. However, it's said that life at the foot of the mountain is even more miserable, with people having to work as long-term laborers for the wealthy landowners for a whole year and also pay various taxes.
These were all said by the military strategist, but Zhou Xiaoshu actually didn't even understand what taxes meant.
He was just a small mountain bandit, the smallest kind.
Today he and the second master of the mountain stronghold went to the Frog Village to join forces. The second master said that this was a clever plan, belonging to the counter-espionage strategy. In fact, he didn't understand either, he just listened to the second master.
When they arrived at the Héguāi stockade, they found that the entrance was crowded with people, and many mountain strongholds had also sent people. A man surnamed Huang sat behind a table, saying something about registration.
Everyone was lining up to register, Er Dangjia wanted to cut in line, but was stopped and turned back. This person... is sometimes quite amusing.
When it was their turn, a man with the surname Huang handed over a piece of paper, saying they needed to sign. Zhou Xiaoshu couldn't read or write, and Er Dangjia could only recognize a few characters. So he didn't know what was written on it either, but followed the people in front of him and drew a circle on the paper. The circle wasn't drawn very well, making Zhou Xiaoshu feel a bit embarrassed.
Does drawing a circle mean you're from the Toad Gang? Second Master has already said it, this time we infiltrate the enemy's lair, no matter what, we must remember that we are people of the Flying Tiger Gang.
Someone handed you a saw and told you to get to work. What kind of work? A pretty girl said, "Work hard, and we'll have dumplings for lunch."
Dumplings, aren't those only eaten during Chinese New Year? I remember last year I ate a bowl by myself and didn't want to eat wild vegetable buns for several days. Is what she said true? Probably just kidding herself, who can eat dumplings every day?
Since I'm doing the work myself, I'll just do it. The second master didn't have any objections either. However, the task I assigned to myself was chopping trees, while the second master went to dig stones. He had no other skills except for having physical strength. Although the sun was scorching hot, for Zhou Xiaoshu who started working at the age of 7 or 8, it wasn't a big deal.
But can we really have dumplings for lunch?
It was a busy morning with everyone working hard, but no one felt tired. However, before noon, someone told themselves to stop and said it was time for lunch.
Lunch was actually dumplings. This really exceeded my expectations, white flour wild vegetable filling dumplings, and it seemed to have meat inside. The village of Huanuo didn't raise pigs, so it should be wild boar meat. I saw a big man come back from hunting, several people carrying the prey, pheasants, rabbits... This person's hunting skills are really good, if I had his skills, I estimate we could eat meat every day.
She was holding a dumpling and didn't dare eat it herself, so she asked the second master what he meant. The second master said to eat his, the more you eat the better.
I ate three bowls and really couldn't swallow anymore. I didn't expect that one day I would be unable to swallow dumplings. You know, during the New Year's festival, if I eat two more, my old man will scold me.
In the afternoon, it was the same routine, with someone directing him and doing what he was told to do. This task wasn't anything for him either.
At night, it was actually white steamed buns, and a large pot of wild vegetables was stewing. Zhou Xiaoshu was really stunned. This is even more luxurious than the New Year's Eve dinner! If Hama Village eats like this every day, won't they be punished by heaven?
However, by nightfall, I was driven away by the frogs. Was it because I ate too much? It wasn't until later that I found out it wasn't.
The man with the surname Huang said: You are not yet a member of the Frog Village, you can only be called contract workers. Currently, it is the probationary period. Two meals per day, five kilograms of grain per person. If you want to work, you can come back tomorrow.
The contract worker's probation period was incomprehensible, but the five kilograms of wheat were real. However, after doing some work and eating two meals at someone else's house, they even gave themselves food when leaving, which doesn't seem right with all this taking and eating.
After returning to the mountain village, everyone who heard about today's events suspected that they were lying. But those five kilograms of wheat made them believe it, someone wanted to trade a knife with me, but I refused. Although I liked the knife very much, my father and mother had not eaten white steamed buns for almost a year.
It's just that someone has gone to offer their opinion to the master of the house, saying why such a good thing isn't being let them go, is the master of the house biased?
They made such a fuss, I won't be able to go tomorrow, this good thing can't always be mine. But what if... If it's really not possible, I'll sneak away, five kilograms of food per day is a lot, working a few more days and winter won't be scary anymore.
This year's weather is not very good, it has been a long time since the sky rained.
Lying on the kang, Zhou Xiaoshu soon fell asleep, thinking about these things in a muddle.
