The Life Through Books of the Salted Fish Family

"Uncle Kang has medicine, brother must handle it carefully, you still need to hold a pen in the future."

"It's okay, a little injury." Yan Xiangheng wanted to withdraw his hand, but he didn't pull it back after two strokes.

Just... gave up.

Yan Yu dragged him to the side of the donkey and found a jar from the bag.

Once the seal is opened.

The smell of wine came out.

Yan Yu poured out the little alcohol that was left without hesitation.

I used two small altars to wash the wounds on Yan Xiangheng's hands.

Only then let him go.

"Brother, go find Uncle Kang!"

Being stared at by Xiao Er with good eyesight, Yan Xiangheng had no choice but to turn to Kang Yinli's place in the distance, and walked quickly against the wind and snow.

...

This raid is coming to an end.

The big guy learned how to make up swords from the brothers in Xiao'an Village.

Some of them have already been repaired, but it doesn't matter, it doesn't matter if you insert an extra knife. The people of Xiao'an Village have even comprehended the skill of making marks to confirm their own number of kills.

Hu Er laughed and retrieved the arrow that had been shot.

They are all good brothers in the same regiment. If there are more or less, you don’t need to be too serious. If the credit is counted for him, he will continue, and it’s nothing to count.

But the foundation of Xiao'an Village is very good, and the accounts are particularly clear.

After walking around, no one blames him, and the big guys don't count who is ahead and who is behind. Everyone thinks it is fair to divide according to their contributions.

A small number of members of the militia have not yet recovered.

Hu Ju was often harmed by Bei Rong. As the pillars of the family, it was not like they had never fought with Bei Rong with real knives and guns.

Hu Ju men are not ischemic.

But it was the first time for a big guy to provoke Bei Rong so actively.

I was really annoyed by the Yan family's second child before, but now that I think about it, I'm afraid? Not really, I just feel happy, but also have some expectations...

The main reason is that the people in Xiao'an Village have been talking about it, trying to settle accounts like no one else, and they still can't figure it out, so they just go back and forth.

How many cattle and sheep can be divided...how many people are there in the militia...they killed a few Beirong...whether it counts if they knocked down Xizhou soldiers...

Not to mention the cattle and sheep that haven't been counted yet, they can't even count the head rewards of Beirong. How many people can share it? What's so difficult about it?

The man from the outer village kindly wanted to help, and the helper was overjoyed. He confessed that he killed one with so-and-so, another with so-and-so, and surrounded another with so-and-so and so-and-so...

The men from other villages were confused.

What kind of broken account is this, how should this be calculated!

Use the excuse to count cattle and sheep and run away...

...

Yan Yu took off the hat on the top of his head and looked at it. It was fine, but there was nothing special about it. He took it back, wrapped his hair in and checked the clothes on his body.

I didn't wear a sheepskin jacket today, but a half-new, er, half-worn cotton coat.

Washed too often, the color faded a bit.

It's very inconspicuous when you look at it gray.

The scarf was pulled up, covering most of her face, only a pair of eyes were left outside, and because of the cold weather, there was a ring of hoarfrost on the upper and lower eyelashes, and there was no need for camouflage, and she could recognize her in vain through this circle It's really impossible for her to come...

Taking steps that his relatives did not recognize, Yan Yuhuang walked in front of the group of Xizhou soldiers who were still lying on their stomachs.

She kicked the one closest to her lightly.

"Which one of you is the head?"

The one who was kicked was trembling, not only him, but those lying on the ground were trembling.

It's not scary, it's freezing.

"He...he is our...head." He stretched out his hand and quickly retracted it.

Yan Yu groaned, walked over slowly, and accidentally stepped on the man's arm.

The man groaned, gritted his teeth and cracked his mouth in pain.

Yan Yu said slowly: "Oh my God, it's getting colder every day. Brothers are suffering. You can't warm up even if you stay indoors. What do you think is the reason?"

She asked herself and answered, very embarrassed: "The kang can't be burned! How can it be warm if it can't be burned? Our brothers are freezing to the core. If this continues, we will freeze to death!"

After adding a little bit of strength, the person under his feet let out a muffled snort.

Yan Yu is still acting strangely on the other side: "Let's sum it up, you have a lot of coal here, and the whole mine is inexhaustible, what's the matter with our brothers, it's accommodating, isn't it just you?" Hello everyone!"

"But I haven't waited to say hello, hey! Guess what, let's see, not only coal, but also cattle and sheep delivered to the door! I'm sorry, we brothers not only have to be warm, but also have to eat, right! "

She raised her foot, hooked and kicked, and turned the man over.

"Which mountain are you from?" the Xizhou soldier turned over and asked.

"If you don't change your name, you won't change your surname." Yan Yu sneered, "Old Songshan."

"Old Songshan? Isn't that village all dead?" The person who asked the question was taken aback.

"It's easy to say, I wanted to beg for food with the elders of Xizhou, but I didn't expect... to end up like this. All the heads of the family died, and my old Songshan almost lost my foundation." Yan Yu looked angry, Emotions come and go.

There was ruthlessness in the hate, and forbearance in the ruthlessness, not to mention how expressive it was.

She pulled out the short knife tied to her leg, and slapped the man's face with the scabbard.

Suddenly he was grabbed.

The man asked in a low voice: "Are you the young master of Old Songshan?"

Yan Yu grinned, withdrew the dagger, and said in a flat voice, "Not really."

The man looked at the boys around him.

Bandit business is blood licking on knives, lacking great virtue, there are a few serious and family members, even if they have children indiscriminately, they are not sure if they are their own, some are directly raised on the mountain, and some are sent down the mountain The family is fostered, and it is enough to send some money and food regularly.

This group of mountain bandits might be the orphan of the head of the old Songshan family after listening to a young boy.

Otherwise, we can't gather so many people.

He murmured to himself: I didn't expect the bandits in Laosongshan to be quite moral...

Yan Yu didn't expect this person to be so good at brainstorming.

He was deceived in a few words.

She grew a little taller after the New Year, and blocked that immature face again.

Really can't tell the age.

As long as she showed her face, this person probably wouldn't mistake her.

Yan Yu also didn't think about it carefully, as far as their group's way of doing things, they were so quick to slaughter Beirong with a knife in their hands, it was not a regular army, only bandits.

This team of Xizhou soldiers has been lying on their stomachs, only their ears can hear the movement.

The slang words just now, the tricky ideas and so on, are just like this, and the doubts have disappeared a bit.

What's more important is that the kid who stepped on people can report the name of Lao Songshan, and he also clearly knows the transaction between Lao Songshan and Xizhou...

The matter of buying people is extremely secretive, and it is unknown to non-confidants.

Being able to be sent to trade with Bei Rong, this person is indeed a capable person in the Qi Palace.

The next chapter should be at night~ I am still busy during the day~

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