Mo Xiaomao never wanted to hit someone so, really.

It's definitely a new height.

"Haha, it's nothing to say that. Xiaoyu put the drug into a few wooden floors with small holes, such as around a fire pit. As long as it is heated, the drug will slowly evaporate and the person will say it." The middle-aged man smiled.

"Awesome." Mo Xiaomao couldn't help but give a thumbs up and praise the unreliable bandit leader's flexible mind.

With his cleverness, he certainly wouldn't ask why they didn't make fire last night and why they were so mentally retarded. Middle-aged people have already made it clear that this medicine will be used as soon as they are heated. Then, not only by the fire pit, but also the driest places, there must be some. There is no need to make fire. As long as people choose to lie on a dry place, the heat in their bodies will make the medicine work.

Even this is the main trap. The smaller the amount, the less likely it is to be noticed. The more cautious you are, the easier it is to talk about it. Moreover, the effect of the drug is very strong.

Even Chen Yunfa's strong physique has been sleeping until now, you can imagine that it is possible.

This Tao is not unfair. The one who designed this is definitely a smart person.

However, looking at the second-hand man who was pretending to be fiddling with a pistol not far away but erected his ears and listened to the chatting here, Mo Xiaomao still had the urge to be a dog.

Such a trap that shows off his mind was actually made by that guy.

As the conversation deepened, the two of them also knew that the middle-aged man was named Sun Hongzhen and came to Qinglong Mountain due to some changes. What Mo Xiaomao and Chen Yunfa did not expect was that the second-hand man named Zuoshan Diao was really the leader of the mountain. Moreover, those who could stand here were actually all bandits and leaders from Qinglong Mountain, including Sun Hongzhen, a total of thirteen people.

The youngest Yao Shisan was adopted by Diao Ye, so he barely became the youngest bandit leader. But his name was changed almost every year, and he slid all the way from Yao Shisan until Sun Hongzhen came to the mountain, and he became Yao Shisan.

Well, these guys are wearing tattered clothes and dressed like beggars. What are the ordinary bandits so poor? Not to mention that they have no pants to wear! Look at the arms and chests of the largest leader in Qinglong Mountain, blowing cold wind, Mo Xiaomao feels sorry for the bandits. How failed are these bandits!

Seeing that Mo Xiaomao and Chen Yunfa had different expressions, Sun Hongzhen, who knew people's hearts, knew what they were thinking. He sighed and said the reason why hundreds of people from Qinglong Mountain were so poor.

It turned out that instead of saying that they were a bunch of bandits, they were a group of farmers who were forced to get into the mountains. Twenty years ago, Diao Ye's father and a group of people killed Lie and grow into the mountains, they settled their homes in Qinglong Mountain.

There are no local tyrants and evil gentry in the mountains and no heavy taxes, but there are no land. Let's rob the house! All around are poor farmers who are as poor as ghosts. The bandits led by Dao Ye's father have lived a hard life with farming as their main business, and they do not want to go to various passes to pay taxes orally, and then go to Qinglong Mountain to leave the customs as their side jobs.

But the caravan that dares to walk on the road is not a hundred people and a hundred guns? Even though they have hundreds of people but only dozens of guns, most of them are swords, guns and sticks. What can they grab? At most, they can blackmail the property that does not exceed the tax.

However, after all, there is income. In addition, the dozens of acres of corn fields cultivated in the mountains have lived a hard life, but they can still maintain it. However, since Diao Ye’s father passed away and Diao Ye became the leader, his life has been getting worse and worse. The harvest of corn fields has become worse and worse, and there are fewer and fewer caravans on the sidewalk. Even Diao Ye specially built a wooden house in the mountains to leave "fat sheep" alone, which only opened once every six months. One harvest is exactly like the New Year. Like Mo Xiaomao and Chen Yunfa, they are their first harvest in the year.

Mo Xiaomao and Chen Yunfa couldn't help but wiped their sweat. It turns out that this is still someone else's antique-level trap. After he slapped his butt, he delayed the New Year.

The worst thing is this year. Because the Black Hawk Empire was bad, a caravan has not walked through this mountain road for several months, and the harvest of the cornfield is also very bad. Isn’t there any food? But the Qinglong Mountain bandits who have not robbed the common people in 20 years are embarrassed to rob the mountain people around them. If they can’t rob, they can only exchange them. So, starting from the bandit leaders, let alone sheepskin coats and other important clothes to keep warm, and even slightly newer clothes, they will be exchanged for food. Otherwise, they wouldn’t have looked similar to the Beggars’ Gang.

However, there is still not enough food. If you can't get food in three days, all the bandits in Qinglong Mountain will get the northwest wind on the top of the mountain. Now Mo Xiaomao only sees the leader of the bandits of more than a dozen, and no other bandits have seen, because they are busy picking wild vegetables and hunting them.

"Uncle Sun, be righteous! You are righteous." Mo Xiaomao gave Sun Hongzhen a thumbs up.

A group of bandits would rather exchange their clothes for the common people than rob them. If they were bandits, they would be worth the word "righteous" in any case.

The man who was thinking about the man who was touching the shell gun over there couldn't help but squeeze out two tears when he heard Sun Hongzhen talking about his experience. It was really...

It’s not that sadness comes from the heart, but there is never the word sadness in the world of a second-hand man. It’s really too hungry and crying. Anyway, Diao Ye, who is famous for a few hundred miles, thinks so from the bottom of his heart.

Sun Hongzhen smiled bitterly, and before he could continue to say it, he saw the youngest youngest young man coming over and shouting happily: "Ye Ye Diao, a fat sheep is here, a big fat sheep."

"Haha, I'm not dead," the man with a breasted hairy chest, who was still so hungry that he was crying, magically put back tears, jumped up and pulled up the play first. "Brothers, hurry up and summoned my brothers to slaughter fat sheep with me, and let go of the fat sheep tonight." The man with a stolen spirit and strode down the mountain.

"Ahem, this..." Sun Hongzhen, who was not a real bandit after just finished talking about it, was embarrassed by the trouble of Uncle Diao.

That guy is just a big show to act as a bandit.

"Haha, just for Qinglong Mountain, I have not robbed the people of the people for the past twenty years. Brother Sun, let's accompany you to see what kind of fat sheep it is, and help the brothers to fight against each other." Chen Yunfa laughed.

Not only did he relieve Sun Hongzhen's embarrassment, but he also expressed his intention to help. Chen Yunfa's mind was definitely smarter than his seemingly honesty.

No matter how you say it, you can't be a fat sheep for nothing! At least you do something for these "kind" bandits. Perhaps, from the bottom of your heart, the two special forces did not treat them as bandits.

Of course Sun Hongzhen would not refuse.

If you can walk Qinglong Mountain at this time and leave the customs, this fat sheep can kill people! At least, it is definitely not something that these hundreds of bandits holding earth guns can eat.
Chapter completed!