Yo, grandpa is here

Ermao was driving the donkey cart, busy picking up people.

Qingqing strolled back and forth in the village, looking from house to house.

There are a few traces of flipping that are too obvious, so Qingqing adjusts them manually.

Put half-washed bowls in the pot, soak two clothes in the basin, and put half-split firewood in the yard.

Create the effect of people suddenly disappearing out of thin air.

Qingqing was busy patrolling, never leaving or idle.

He boiled water at home to make a paste.

The paste can be boiled in just a moment, put it in a bowl, brush the pot clean, boil a pot of water in it, put the grate and leftover rice, and create traces of normal life so that no one can see that he boiled the paste .

After doing all this, he picked another pile from the sorghum stalks, took the paper and pen ink paste he bought in advance, and went to the village entrance to join everyone.

The plan was made by the two of them in advance, and Buli even calculated the time to make the paste. All the arrangements were orderly, messy but not chaotic.

Qingqing was the last to come out, just in time to see Buli writing four large characters on the village stele with a brush dipped in cinnabar: This road is impassable

The bandits don't know whether they can read or not, but the big characters written in red pen are infiltrating.

The Manshan family raised three chickens, one was used for the alliance, and the other was chopped up by Qingqing to frighten the clansmen, and they were not allowed to be deserters.

The last one was not spared, and was carried out by Qingqing, who kept drawing the knife and pinned the chicken under the stone tablet.

The red cinnabar snakes down the stone tablet, like bleeding, and with the dead chicken, it is full of weirdness.

"Ah, here." Man Shan stared at the dead chicken in dumbfounded.

"Next time I go to town, I will buy three chickens to compensate you." Qingqing said.

"No, this chicken can't be raised in winter, and it will be killed sooner or later—just this, can it scare the bandits from entering the village?"

"Of course not. They are bandits. How can bandits be afraid of a dead chicken?"

"Then what's the point of us doing this?" Man Shan couldn't understand what the two ancestors were doing.

"Ermao, tell your grandfather, how do you say that?"

"Speak less, read more." Er Mao said familiarly, "The people who work below don't need to have a long mouth."

"." Man Shan was choked to death by his grandson.

The whole village travels, rushing on the road overnight, without talking all the way.

When they got to the place, everyone found out that Grandpa Zu had brought everyone to Haojia Village!

"Grandpa Zu, it's so late, why are you here?" Man Shan was terrified at Haojia Village.

"You live here at night, remember, don't run around at night."

"what?"

Everyone whispered to each other, feeling uneasy about this arrangement, but no one dared to disobey the inseparable arrangement.

Boss Hao led a few people to wait on the slope at the entrance of the village, and when he saw Buli they came, he immediately went up to meet them.

"Grandpa!"

"All ready?" Buli asked.

"Yes! It's all ready according to your instructions. Our people's resting place has been cleaned up. We have special people outside to protect us. The old village chief and the others will never find out. A relative came to stay for a while, and there were only a dozen people around, and no one suspected it."

Nodding his head, he asked the women's family members and the wounded in the village to follow Boss Hao's men from behind the village, without lighting lanterns all the way, and walked into the village in the dark.

Qingqing asked Boss Hao to arrange this in advance. She and Buli took people out for a sneak attack. It would be inconvenient to bring too many people. Just leading a few strong men from Haojia Village is enough.

Except for the four young men in the village and Yaoyao, everyone else in the village was arranged to stay overnight in Haojia Village.

In addition to Man Shan, an elderly man, Yu Cai also mixed in with the women's family and followed everyone into the village.

Er Mao called him several times, but he pretended not to hear him, and even quickened his pace, running ahead of the team, and Er Mao was so angry that he spat on the ground.

"This four dog is really shameless. I have to stop him and beat him up when I get back, you bastard! Grandma, don't you talk about him—huh?"

Ermao turned around and saw Qingqing leading Yaoyao cutting paper.

"what is this?"

"Good stuff." Qingqing called the two brothers to the donkey cart, and drove the cart without leaving. The members of the Hao family and the boys from the Yu family followed, and Qingqing led people to tinker in the cart.

The donkey cart headed towards the bandit's village, and it took almost three hours to arrive.

The bandit's stockade is in Yuzhou, built on a small mountain. This mountain is not as big as Wolf Mountain. It is a poor mountain. This kind of mountain is chosen to guard against beasts, and there are many wild animals in the mountain with rich vegetation.

At this time, it was close to the fifth watch, and they had been on their way continuously. Most of the people hadn't slept all night, and everyone was very sleepy.

Qingqing took a bundle from the donkey cart, opened it to find dry food, and distributed the dry food to everyone. The donkey cart was parked in a hard-to-find mountain, and everyone rested for a while and ate some dry food to replenish their strength.

Yao Yao grabbed the dry food, took a bite, and began to shake his head bit by bit.

"Are you tired?" Qingqing asked.

Shaking his head and nodding.

In fact, she was a little tired, but she was a little excited to be reused by the grandma of the clan.

"What are you making, lanterns?" Er Mao held dry food in his mouth, and reached out to touch the finished product on the donkey cart.

Along the way, Qingqing led Yaoyao and the others, her hands not idle.

The skin of sorghum poles is used as the skeleton, and then paper is pasted to make something like a lantern.

It looks like a lantern, but it has no armrests, so it looks too light.

On each lantern, Qingqing wrote a big "Wei" on it with a pen.

Ermao didn't know what this was for, why did he write Wei—in fact, he didn't know what the word was, he only found out after asking the family grandma, why didn't he write "Yu", their surname is Yu.

"Grandma Zu, is this the sky lantern you made?" Boss Hao looked at it for a long time, not quite sure.

No one else has seen this thing before, and no one in the village will tinker with it, it just looks fresh.

Boss Hao had worked as a errand in the city back then, but was let off by others.

"Well, sky lanterns are also called Kongming lanterns."

The rivers and lakes that are not separated are used to make this thing. When the two first studied the bandit nest, they thought about it for a while, and finally felt that burning it was the most convenient way. People set fire to the cottage.

When the bandits reached Yujiagou, they could only see a warning stone tablet and an empty village.

The people in the village seemed to disappear out of thin air. According to their superstitious virtues, they must have been too scared to stay, and returned the same way.

When they come back, they will find that their old nest has been burned.

The original plan was so simple and unpretentious.

But Qingqing has been busy preparing gifts for Wei Jiajun recently, and she has another inspiration.

Add a few Kongming lanterns, write a Wei character, and release it, which can achieve amazing effects.

That's what she and Buli planned. As for whether the effect is as good as imagined, it still needs to be tested.

"Did we offend the bandits by doing this?" Hao Lao Er asked, he was entangled in this matter all the way.

I've only heard of bandits robbing people, but I've never seen them do it the other way around, burning down the bandits' lair—how brave are the two ancestors of the Yu family?