The next morning, Fuli County.

Song Jiang had a dark face and listened to Lu Fang telling what happened last night. After Lu Fang finished speaking, Song Jiang slapped the table and shouted loudly: "What a flying feather blade Geng Jingyu!"

Seeing Song Jiang’s angry look, Lu Fang asked softly: “Brother Gongming, how should we do next?”

Song Jiang grabbed his beard and sighed, "Selling the flying feather blade for a while, and I won't pursue the young man for now. We will go back to the water to Liangshan first, meet with Brother Chao Gai, and sending brothers such as Mu Hong, Li Jun to the mountain to recuperate for a long time. After the mountain grows in the future, we will go to find the young man to report the revenge of Wang Ying and other brothers."

Lu Fang nodded: "Then I'll inform you brothers."

Song Jiang waved his hand and signaled him to leave. After Lu Fang left, Song Jiang's face instantly became clear, unlike the way he gritted his teeth just now.

There are two most important reasons why Song Jiang can get to where he is today and is loved by his brothers:

One of them is reputation. When he was a guard in Yuncheng, he was righteous and generous, and he only gave carbon from the snow, and never added icing on the cake. Therefore, people in the martial arts world call him Hobaoyi, Shandong, and Song Jiang in time, and his good reputation resounded throughout the world.

The second is to be a human being. As a leader, not only must he meet everyone's interests or expectations, but he must also learn to control his emotions. He cannot let his emotions control himself, but infect others with emotions. He is also good at using emotions to drive others. He is like what his brothers should be. When his actions and emotions satisfy his brothers' expectations, he will naturally become a leader.

Just as Lu Fang reported the situation just now, he thought in his heart how angry Brother Gongming should be after hearing the news, and Song Jiang showed anger. Whether he was really angry or not, only he himself knew that this was his business practice and the foundation of his life.

In Xikou Village, Xu Ziling, who was staying in Dongzi's house, got up and the first thing he did was to check the wallet under the pillow.

He could not forget Dongzi's expression when the money was brought to the ground last night. It was an expression that looked like a resentful woman in the deep boudoir, and it seemed that the hungry person saw delicious food. Even if Dongzi knew how to do martial arts, it was almost impossible for him to steal his money, but this was Dongzi's home after all, what if he had any special tricks.

Xu Ziling counted the money in his pocket again with interest. There were a total of 9,527 taels and three cents, um... why did he have more? No matter what, just don't have much, the more you have, the better.

Putting his purse in, putting on the clothes that Dongzi's mother had sewn for him, Xu Ziling pushed the door and walked out. As soon as he left the room, he saw a famous and graceful woman in front of the door of the neighboring house, with her hands spreading and stretching, and the outline on her chest was extremely clear, which made Xu Ziling stunned.

When the woman heard the sound of opening the door, she turned to look at Xu Ziling. Seeing his infatuated eyes, she realized her movements. She instantly turned from her jade neck to her cheeks, and turned around and rushed back into the room.

Xu Ziling looked at the disappearing figure of the woman, was stunned and said blankly: "Mingxia, she, she is so big."

Not long after, the village became lively, and the hardworking villagers got up. After eating some food, they started working for a day. It is the harvest season, and many people's rice has not been harvested in the fields.

Xu Ziling saw Dongzi's figure among the people who came and went to see him.

Dongzi was feeding the grassroots and tender buds that he had just collected to the crickets in the jar. Xu Ziling looked at him and found it really interesting. He knew the custom of fighting and weaving, but he never understood it in depth.

"Are you a powerful cricket?" Xu Ziling asked when he saw that the cricket seemed to have a lot of appetite.

Dongzi never tires about feeding the yellow crickets in the jar. After hearing Xu Ziling's inquiry, he answered without looking back: "My Sanduan Jin is the most powerful."

Seeing his proud look, Xu Ziling intimidated: "I can slap ten crickets like this with one slap."

Dongzi suddenly panicked, held the jar in his arms, and said angrily: "Why are you like this? I kindly bandage your wounds and give you the room. It would be fine if you don't give a penny, but I'm still here to scare me now."

Xu Ziling smiled and said, "Isn't this a joke? Brother Dong, don't take it to your heart."

Dongzi was amused by his name: "Hehe, although you are a little stingy, your character is not bad."

Xu Ziling twitched his lips, and said with a slight smile: "Brother Dong is saying."

Dongzi was too lazy to pay attention to him and fed his beloved cricket again.

Xu Ziling looked at her for a while and gradually lost her interest. She was about to stroll around, but when she saw Mingxia coming over and looked at her, her face suddenly turned red again.

Tickling his head, Xu Ziling asked, "Have you eaten?"

Mingxia burst into laughter, took out a steamed bun and handed it to Xu Ziling: "How can I ask the woman directly if she has eaten? It's too rude."

Xu Ziling took the steamed bun and took a bite, looked at Mingxia, and suddenly asked, "Mingxia, do you like poetry, songs?"

Mingxia was a little surprised why he asked this, but she answered truthfully: "Of course I like it. Which woman doesn't yearn for those wonderful and touching poems that are full of profound meanings?"

Xu Ziling lowered his head: "Did I disappoint you? I am just a martial artist, without any worries. Unlike those literati, who can recite poems and make friends with others."

Mingxia understood what he meant, pinched his arm with some anger, and said angrily: "Zi Ling, how could you say that? I have never forgotten you for the rest of my life since you led the Liao people away. I just admire those poems, and I don't flock to them like ordinary women."

Xu Ziling smiled and said, "Then I'll feel relieved, but I will learn some poetry in the future to make you happy."

Mingxia looked at his angular face and Zhan Yan smiled and said, "Okay."

After a while, Dongzi's father came over and called Dongzi, asking him to help harvest the rice.

After Dongzi left, the women in the village also took out bamboo mats for drying grains, spread them on the open space, and placed the rice they had harvested on it on it to dry.

Looking at the harmonious scene in the village, Xu Ziling became comfortable and said to Mingxia next to him: "I promised Geng Jingyu to help him catch the weaving tonight. I can't go to Xuzhou City today. It's still early now. Why not be able to stroll around the village and come back for lunch."

Mingxia nodded and said, "I'll call last Yue'er." She said she turned around and called Gu Yue'er who was still sleeping in.

If you want to call the sleepy maid, there must be some time left. Xu Ziling was not idle either and helped the people in the village spread the mat. During this time, he saw Dongzi's mother who was sewing her clothes, so Xu Ziling walked over.

The woman was also laying mats, but the mat in Dongzi's family was one size larger than that in other families, so the woman could only pull a corner, which was a bit difficult.

But when Xu Ziling walked over, he grabbed the other side of the mat, and slowly spread the mat for her. After the mat was laid, the woman smiled and said, "Thank you, Mr. Xu."

Xu Ziling shook his head gently: "It's just a matter of raising his hands, so don't be polite. I'm not a big master, just call me Ziling."

The woman had a good impression of this approachable boy. She remembered his injury last night and said caringly: "How is Ziling's injury? Dongzi is a little bit terrible in his work, and I'm a little worried."

Xu Ziling smiled: "It's okay, my wound is not deep, and it's already scabbed."

After hearing what he said, the woman felt relieved: "It's good."

As if he remembered something, the woman said again: "I heard from Dongzi that Ziling was injured by powerful thieves. Those powerful thieves are not just things. If they can't fight against the officers and soldiers, they will only bully us ordinary people.

A few days ago, Dongzi's second uncle came to visit me from Xuzhou City, but was kidnapped by the hateful thief halfway and even snatched his clothes. It's really hateful, and there's also......"

As soon as the conversation was opened, the woman forgot to dry the rice. Taotao kept talking to Xu Ziling. Xu Ziling smiled and listened to her vivid talk, occasionally agreeing with the same hatred of the enemy.

After a long time, Chuyang had risen high, and the sunlight shone a little warm. The woman slapped her head and smiled, "On a whim, I said a few more words to Zi Ling, but I forgot to take out the rice and dry it."

Xu Ziling smiled with her and said, "I'll help my aunt move the rice out."

The woman was not polite, so she asked Xu Ziling to help carry out a few bags of rice, pour it on the paved bamboo mat, and slowly flatten it with a wooden shovel.

Xu Ziling looked bored at the village women who were turning over the rice drying on the bamboo mat, and occasionally chatted with Dongzi's mother.

After a while, Mingxia came over with the jumping Gu Yue'er. Geng Jingyu's medicinal wine was really extraordinary. After only one night, the bubbles on Gu Yue'er's feet disappeared. At this time, she was relaxed and she felt a breeze when walking.

Then the three of them walked slowly upstream along the stream. The village not only built houses along the stream, but also cultivated farmland along the stream for water diversion and irrigation.

After walking out of the village, the three of them had a wide view. There was a blue sky in the sky, with no clouds. In the sky, there were occasionally partridges, parrots, thrushes, and birds flying by, making long clear sounds. In the fields were working people, holding up rice and slapped on the rice bed.

After walking forward for a while, he saw Dongzi and his father. Dongzi was harvesting rice with a sickle. His father was slapping rice with a rice like a person in the nearby fields.

The three of them slowly walked to the edge of Dongzi's field. It was not yet Chen, and the sun was not strong, but Dongzi was already sweating and panting.

After looking at the rows of rice, Xu Ziling suddenly pulled out the Chixiao sword and swung it away with a sword. The rows of rice broke and lay horizontally in the field.

When Dongzi saw Xu Ziling's actions, he said happily: "Help me cut all the rice."

Xu Ziling nodded and began to swing one sword at a time. After a while, all the rice fields were cut off.

After finishing the rice, Xu Ziling said to himself: "I never thought that there is such a usage of the four styles of Juque. I can be considered a different approach."

The villagers in the surrounding fields were surprised to see Xu Ziling's style of cutting rice with swords.

An old man in the field next to him shouted to Xu Ziling: "The boy who is playing swords over there, come and help me cut rice."

When Xu Ziling heard the call, he waved his hand and replied: "Old man, the kid has limited skills and can't perform too much in a day. I'm really sorry."

The old man said again: "It's like this, and you won't be in vain. I sold some dates a few days ago, and I had some spare money, and I counted it as much as 10 or 20 cents. How about I give it to you together?"

As soon as the words came to an end, the old man saw the boy flashing, jumping beside him, and smiled and said, "In fact, it doesn't matter whether you give it or not. It's mainly because the old man has to take care of such a large piece of land alone, and the boy is a little reluctant."

The old man didn't care, so he reached out and took out a handful of copper coins from the bag under his crotch and said, "If you cut the rice in the field, the money will be yours."

...

Not long after, Xu Ziling squatted by the stream washing copper coins. The old man behind him looked at the neatly harvested rice in the field with satisfaction, and gently patted him on the shoulder: "You are good at craftsmanship and have a bright future."

Xu Ziling moved a step aside with a disgust, kept a distance from the old man, and did not reply, and continued to wash the copper coins.

At this time, Mingxia and his maid Gu Yue'er also came over.

After a few glances at the red sword that can lead people to fly, the maid opened her almond eyes wide, raised her face, pouted her lips, and said in a sweet voice:
Chapter completed!