Splendid peasant girl busy farming

Chapter 3379

On New Year's Eve, hundreds of miles away, in the mountains to the east of Baidi Valley.

Among the mountains, there is a tallest mountain that almost towers into the clouds, called Xiaoyao Village.

This is the territory of the owner of Xiaoyao Village.

There are torches on the stone wall, and in the huge hall, the wine tables built like a long bridge with thick wooden boards extend all the way from the hall to the yard outside the hall. The big trees in the yard are also hung with lanterns, lighting up the surrounding Everything shines like day.

Tonight, it's New Year's Eve, the brothers in Xiaoyao Village gathered together, ate meat, drank in big bowls, chatted wildly, punched wine, and made jokes and jokes about meat and vegetables.

However, even though they are bandits, they cannot escape the spirit of bandits, but if you observe carefully, you will find that these bandits are somewhat different from bandits in other places.

They walk like the wind, stand like pine trees, and sit like bells.

Even if they are making jokes that are not meat or vegetables, it makes people feel that they are not so superficial, but tonight is a very special day, so give yourself a chance to release a little.

On the main side of the hall, the first seat is empty, and a middle-aged man in a blue robe sits next to him.

The middle-aged man has a white face and a slight beard. He is clean and elegant.

At this moment, he picked up the wine cup in front of him, and said to a man and a woman sitting opposite him: "Master Zuo, Miss Yang, this cup of wine, Mrs. Wang is the first to do this wine, thank you for saving my second brother's life !"

Although he is bookish all over, but the momentum of throwing his head up and pouring wine is very heroic.

Yin Luo raised his head and drank it all in one gulp.

Wang Xiucai turned the wine cup upside down, so that a man and a woman opposite could see that there was no drop left in the bottom of the wine cup.

Zuo Junmo and Yang Ruoqing looked at each other, Zuo Junmo said: "Brother Wang is really cool, I admire you!"

After all, Zuo Junmo also raised his head and drank the wine in the cup.

Yang Ruoqing picked up the wine glass and said to Wang Xiucai: "Little lady is not good at drinking, but tonight on New Year's Eve, I have the chance to meet all the brothers in the village, and I am honored by Brother Wang's hospitality. I will follow your example and have a drink!"

Five days ago, she and Zuo Junmo landed near Baidi Valley, and then spent two days finding the hill where Xiaoyao Village is located. It is the most hidden and highest peak among these mountains.

On the way to Xiaoyao Village, they were lucky enough to witness a brutal fight in the dense forest.

There were only five or six people on one side, and the leader was a man with a beard and a thick back.

He took a few people similar to his younger brother, and drove two mule carts full of things up the mountain, apparently coming down the mountain to buy supplies.

As for the other group, there were twenty or thirty people lying in ambush in the dense forest.

When these purchasers appeared, the people who had ambushed in advance rushed out, not only to grab supplies, but also to kill people to silence them.

Yang Ruoqing and Zuo Junmo were also lurking on the side, originally they didn't want to act rashly to participate in the fight between the bandits.

But during the scuffle, Yang Ruoqing and Zuo Junmo couldn't hold back when they heard that bearded man claimed to be from Xiaoyao Village.

Just as he was thinking about how to break into Xiaoyao Village more effectively, this breakthrough came to him by himself.

The two rescued the injured bearded man and killed all the twenty or thirty bandits, leaving no one alive.

Then sent a few beards back to Xiaoyao Village.

Only then did I know that Lujihu was the third in command of Xiaoyao Village, and that day he took a few of his men to the market town down the mountain to buy supplies for the New Year, but he was ambushed on the way back.

The bearded man's surname is Liu, everyone calls him Sange Liu, who was stabbed in the left arm, and has been recuperating in the house for the past two days.

Tonight, New Year's Eve, he originally wanted to come over, but the second-in-command Wang Xiucai refused to let him come over.

Because I know that Brother Liu is a glutton for alcohol, but this wound cannot touch even a drop of alcohol.

The wine entered the throat, as if a fire wire was thrown in, burning all the way to the stomach.

Yang Ruoqing felt her whole body was on fire, burning hot.

Yang Ruoqing couldn't help covering her mouth and coughing, and Zuo Junmo who was beside her quickly scooped up a spoonful of sweet soup and brought it to her lips, "Qing'er, drink some sweet soup."

Yang Ruoqing shook her head, "Thank you Brother Zuo, no need, I'm not used to this smell, it will be fine in a while."

Zuo Junmo smiled, his eyes were full of concern.

On the opposite side, Wang Xiucai saw all this in his eyes, and guessed in his heart that the two couples were really in love.

Wang Xiucai laughed, and said to Zuo Junmo: "This is a burning knife and spirits bought in the market town at the foot of the mountain."

"Miss Yang may not be used to this taste, so I'll ask someone to bring fruit wine to the girl."

Yang Ruoqing was about to say it's okay, don't be so polite, Wang Xiucai already clapped her hands.

Soon, someone brought up a small and exquisite jar with mud on the mouth and a piece of red satin.

There are also three eye-catching big characters written in red letters on the body of the jar: "Baoguo Wine".

This word is engraved and thick, elegant and domineering.

At first glance, it is the handwriting of a great calligrapher who is very accomplished in calligraphy.

Why did Yang Ruoqing think so? Of course it wasn't because she was a calligrapher.

The handwriting she wrote herself was actually very scribbled, and every word flew off the wall.

She only felt this way after seeing the words of the other four people.

Mu Zichuan's handwriting is very engraved, as if every word was carefully carved by him, and it can be used for viewing.

But Zuo Junmo's characters are very thick, and there is a deep and thick flowing between the lines, like an ancient well, telling the ups and downs of the years.

As for Luo Fengtang's handwriting, it is domineering and vigorous.

Especially when telling about things on the battlefield, the words on the paper are like swords, and behind each word is a story of burning fire.

Finally, there is Daan.

The character of Da'an is like a person, elegant, handsome, without a trace of dust.

Yang Ruoqing, a person who writes scribbledly, reads family letters from these four calligraphers who are very distinctive in calligraphy, so over time, under the influence of her eyes and ears, although she can't write, she can appreciate it.

Seeing the three big characters on the wine jar in front of her at this moment, her eyes lit up, as if seeing the four of them fused together.

Wang Xiucai stretched out his hand and grabbed the wine jar, wanting to pat Yang Ruoqing to seal it himself, and invited her to drink fruit wine, but Yang Ruoqing stopped her.

"Brother Wang, may I ask who wrote the three words on the wine jar?" Yang Ruoqing asked.

"These three characters are so beautifully written, you really are an expert!" She said again.

Wang Xiucai was stunned for a moment, and his eyes fell on those three words. His eyes also showed undisguised pride and appreciation.

Yang Ruoqing looked around at the bandit brothers who were busy eating meat and drinking inside and outside the hall, and guessed that Wang Xiucai was the only one here with a scholarly air.
Presumably the word came from him?

(End of this chapter)