"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 retract his hand, but he didn't pull it back after two strokes.
Just… gave up.
Yan Yu took 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 left.
Used two small altars to wash the wound on Yan Xiangheng's hand.
Then let him go.
"Brother, go find Uncle Kang!"
Being stared at by Xiao Er with good eyes, 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 the knife with 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 by themselves to confirm their own number of kills.
Hu Er smiled and retrieved the shot arrow.
They are all good brothers in the 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.
But the foundation of Xiaoan Village is very good, and the accounts are particularly clear.
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 contribution.
A small number of people in the militia have not recovered.
Huju has often been harmed by Bei Rong. As the pillars of the family, it is not that they have never fought with Bei Rong with real knives and guns.
Huju men are not ischemic.
But it was the first time for a big guy to provoke Beirong like this.
Before, I was really annoyed by the Yan family’s second child, 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 all the time, trying to settle accounts like no one else, and they still can't figure it out, so they 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 smashed down the Xizhou soldiers...
Not to mention the cattle and sheep that haven’t been counted, they can’t even count the head rewards of Beirong. How difficult is it to divide it among several people?
The man from the outer village kindly wanted to help, and the person who was helped 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 man from the outer village looked confused.
What kind of broken account is this, how should this be calculated!
An 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, so he took it back, put his hair in it, 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 looks very inconspicuous when you look at the gray one.
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 Her coming...was really unlikely.
Treading with a step that his relatives did not recognize, Yan Yuhuang came to the group of Xizhou soldiers who were still lying on their stomachs.
She lightly kicks the one closest to her.
The one who was kicked was trembling, not only him, but those lying on the ground were trembling.
It's not because of fear, but because of freezing.
"He... he is our... head." He pointed out, and quickly retracted.
Yan Yu snorted, swayed slowly, and accidentally stepped on the man's arm.
The man groaned, baring his teeth and 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 and answered herself, 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 grunt.
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 if you're going, don't change your surname when you sit down." 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, emotional Just come.
Hateful and forbearing eyes, not to mention expressive.
She drew out the short knife tied to her leg, and slapped the man's face with the scabbard.
was suddenly grabbed.
The man asked in a low voice: "Are you the young master of Lao Songshan?"
Yan Yu grinned, withdrew the dagger, and said in a calm voice, "It doesn't count."
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 just a few words.
After the old age, she grew a little taller, which blocked that immature face again.
I really can't tell the age.
As long as she shows up, this person probably won't mistake her.
Yan Yu also didn't think about it carefully. As far as their group's method of doing things is concerned, they are not regular soldiers, only bandits.
This team of Xizhou soldiers has been lying on their stomachs, only their ears can hear the movement.
The few 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.
Can 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~ still busy during the day~
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