October 22, afternoon.

Xin Zhuo and his group returned to Fulong Dazhai after an absence of nearly twenty days.

The dozen or so maple trees in front of the village were almost bald, and the ground was covered with residual leaves.

More than a dozen huts are still there, but the government did not set them on fire. It is puzzling, but also deeply gratifying.

Carrying large and small bags, several people walked into the yard, which had been left untouched for a long time and had grown a lot of winter grass. They could no longer suppress their excitement.

"Wa hahaha……"

Huang Dagui ran around, looking up to the sky and laughing, "You yo-yo, I cut off the emperor's bird's head and sat on the emperor's bird's seat. I, Huang Dagui, am back!"

Bai Jianxiye's mother-in-law said with an outrageous evil smile: "I knew I would come back sooner or later. No one knows the master's strategy better than I do. He is simply strategizing and winning a thousand miles away!"

"Don't move, listen to me!"

Han Jiulang hugged Xiao Huang with a stern look on his face. Under everyone's surprised gazes, he sighed: "I left the village half a month ago and walked around for a while, but I didn't understand. I returned to Fulong Village today. It's not a waste of time in my life!"

"

Okay, after holding it in for a month, I finally wrote a poem.

After speaking, he looked at Xin Zhuo excitedly: "Master, please give me your review!"

Before Xin Zhuo could speak, Murong Xiu shook his head and said something meaningful: "I think the word Jiulang is inappropriate. It would be more appropriate to change it to the word "Diaozhao"!"

It was boring, but everyone couldn't help but laugh.

After a long while, they both looked at Xin Zhuo: "The boss has a few words to say!"

Xin Zhuo was actually a little emotional. He went around a long circle, experienced life and death several times, and then came back. After pondering for a while, he waved vigorously: "Cook and eat!"

"Pfft!" Cui Ying'er and Han Qiniang laughed.

Everyone got enough food for a month from the Menghu Village, including bacon, sausages, salted lamb and pigs, coarse rice, potatoes, and roasted knives.

Han Qiniang and her sister cooked, and everyone cleaned the room and yard.

At dusk, a table of delicious, delicious and tasty dishes was already placed in the Juyi Hall. Everyone sat in a circle and raised their glasses to drink together.

After three drinks and five dishes, Cui Ying'er couldn't help but look at Xin Zhuo: "Master, are you...really going to be a health worker in Qiugong Pavilion?"

Everyone also put down their chopsticks. Although it was a good prospect for the head of the family to enter Qiu Gong Pavilion, if he went there he would never come back.

What is the significance of Fulong Village’s existence?

I didn’t ask the boss what he thought along the way, and I couldn’t stand it any longer.

Xin Zhuo almost didn't think about it: "Of course not! At least I don't want to go now!"

He had some vague guesses about Qiugong Pavilion's intentions, but what's the fun in being a member of the labor force? He was not a material for studying at all. How could he have the pleasure of being a bandit leader and robbing people?

Of course, it would definitely not be appropriate to ignore someone after taking advantage of them. It would be best to wait for someone from Qiugong Pavilion to come again and have a detailed discussion before making a decision.

In the previous life, when enrolling students at a certain university or a certain Chinese university, they were not allowed to charge exorbitant prices, right?

For example, go there to worship the spirits or something like that!

If no one comes, forget it.

Cui Ying'er and the others looked at each other and finally felt relieved.

At this time, Cui Ying'er said casually: "By the way, Murong doesn't have a place to live yet. Why don't we pack up a shabby house and come out later..."

Before she finished speaking, she was interrupted by Han Qiniang, her face flushed: "Murong, please sleep in my room! My..."

Everyone looked over in surprise.

Murong Xiu was stunned for a moment: "Qiniang, I, I..."

Then Han Qiniang said again: "You're big, don't think too much about it, I just want to sleep in the same room with the boss!"

Xin Zhuo: "..."

Don’t think too much about it?

Cui Ying'er scolded: "There are differences between men and women, Qiniang, don't make trouble!"

Han Qiniang's face turned even redder: "I'm not making a fuss. I really want to sleep with the boss. I'm serious about it."

Everyone was speechless. Qiniang had such a deep affection for the headmaster? When did it happen?

Xin Zhuo was also surprised and asked: "Why?"

Han Qiniang twisted and rubbed her little hands: "That's right, I just like the big boss and want to create a bunch of little bandits with the big boss."

Everyone was completely shocked, this was too hasty.

Han Jiulang was extremely embarrassed: "Sister, stop talking. If you want to say anything, say it in private. It's so embarrassing!"

"Then you have to ask the boss for his opinion!" Cui Ying'er's tone became much softer and she looked at Xin Zhuo.

"..." Xin Zhuo coughed lightly and said nothing. He just felt that Han Qiniang's thoughts were strange and abnormal.

"Humph!" Han Qiniang's eyes turned red, and she suddenly stood up and ran out.

Everyone looked at Xin Zhuo together.

"Somewhat baffling!"

Xin Zhuo spread his hands and then thought for a moment, "Forget it, I'll ask her what she thinks."

After leaving the house, the setting sun reflected the golden color of the mountains. Han Qiniang's small and exquisite body sat in front of her grandfather Xin Aotian's grave, holding her knees with her hands and tears streaming down her face.

Xin Zhuo walked aside, sat down, and sighed: "It's best to cultivate this kind of thing. Everyone just came back, so I'm very embarrassed to do this."

Han Qiniang looked up at him, her eyes were red from crying, and she said pitifully: "I, I am embarrassed, why are you embarrassed?"

Xin Zhuo hesitated for a moment and asked: "Are you sure? Do you know what it means to give birth to a little bandit?"

Han Qiniang straightened her back and showed off her meager capital: "Of course I know, we just hug each other! We'll give birth after the kiss!"

"?"

Xin Zhuo thought for a while and asked slowly: "What's next?"

"What's next?" Han Qiniang's eyes widened, as if she had been touched by a blind spot in knowledge.

Sure enough! Xin Zhuo nodded and said with a heavy face: "The next step is the most important thing, it is very important!"

Han Qiniang suddenly forgot to cry and asked curiously: "Please tell me, the boss!"

"Uh..." Xin Zhuo made a gesture.

"This..." Han Qiniang understood, nodding her chin and pouting, "Isn't it a bit too much?"

"Yes, it's quite excessive..." Xin Zhuo nodded and gave her some popular science biology knowledge.

Speaking of which, Han Qiniang was only eighteen years old. In her previous life, when she was taking the college entrance examination, she was at the end of her rebellious stage. She had been a bandit for so many years, had no education, and lacked the abuse of movies and TV dramas. Maybe she really didn't understand anything.

really!

"Can't you do it?"

"A must to give birth to a monkey!"

"Forget it, it's a waste of time!"

"Han Qiniang!" Xin Zhuo looked at her sternly, "Don't do all these bells and whistles for me. What are you thinking? When you were just cooking, I could see what you were thinking about."

He didn't believe this little female thief, and suddenly thought of this.

Han Qiniang sighed: "The master has been so majestic during this period, and Qiniang has also broken through to the eighth level. I thought of the old master's hatred and my family affairs, and I want martial arts to advance faster!"

Xin Zhuo was silent. Of course he knew that his grandfather Xin Aotian was beaten to death. Not only him, but the whole village knew it, but they unanimously kept the matter secret.

My grandfather is a sixth-grade master. What kind of existence is the person who killed him in a duel?

Not to mention revenge, even if your enemies come to your door one day, it will be a disaster.

Not to mention Han Qiniang’s family affairs, her sister and brother were originally children of northern officials. Their parents were beheaded by the imperial court. Who should they seek revenge from? Isn’t it ridiculous?

"That's right! Who told you that sleeping with me will make your martial arts progress faster?" Xin Zhuo asked in surprise.

Han Qiniang blinked: "Dagui said that, he said that martial arts can greatly improve!"

So you had this idea! I misjudged you!

Xin Zhuo stood up and said, "The third boss is talking nonsense. It's time to punish him. Come back!"

I took Han Qiniang back to the village. When I arrived at the yard, I saw Cui Ying'er and others surrounding a somewhat familiar bandit.

When the bandit saw Xin Zhuo coming back, his face lit up and he quickly handed over a letter: "King Xin, this is a joint letter to you from the first, second, third, fourth and fifth masters of our Menghu Village!

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Where did so many bosses come from?

Although there are many people in Menghu Village, Sun Wu is more sensitive. There were only two heads in the past, and Li Qing, the second head of the house, was stabbed by himself.

People like me have been struggling in Menghu Village for a while recently, and I haven't heard of any other leaders.

Moreover, Sun Wu secretly colluded with the Song family in Fucheng. When Song Dongxi was arrested, he immediately sent two donkeys to deliver the message, but was captured alive by Bai Jianxi. This was the real reason why Xin Zhuo imprisoned him.
To be continued...