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Chapter 32 The Bandits Are Coming
Niujia Village was silent at night, and Yang Liangdai's fodder house was still unlit.

He stayed in the darkness, opened his eyes wide, and felt a stream of heat flowing through his internal organs. His whole body was warm and there was an indescribable sense of relief.

After a while, my stomach started growling non-stop, as if I had a toad in my arms.

Yang Liang touched his belly and his facial features twisted into the word "囧".

hungry again.

He rested for a while, opened the system panel, and checked his recent accumulation.

Name: Yang Liang

Yangshou: 17/72
Occupation: farmer

Deputy job: thief

Professional talent: Don’t know whether to live or die

Destiny Coin: 95
Seeing his attribute panel, the two eyebrows on Yang Liang's face drooped even more.

This is causing trouble among bandits. In the past few days, I have only saved three destiny coins.

As a farmer, there is no destiny coin reward for participating in the vigil.

Therefore, Yang Liang was not very active in keeping vigil.

If he had time, he would practice rice transplanting. His hard work paid off, and he finally regained his yangshou.

He thought of Wang Hong's words again, his heart sank to the bottom, and his eyebrows drooped even harder.

"Dead muscles, hard bones!"

Yang Liang hit his chest hard, making a banging sound.

His heart was filled with regret. Unknowingly, he had missed the best age to practice martial arts. Could it be that he had no chance of being a martial artist in this life.

Of course, this has nothing to do with me. Who makes me a farmer? It is destined that there is no condition for practicing martial arts at all.

"It's a pity."

Yang Liang sighed and walked several times in the countryside, picking out manure, cutting grass, carrying cattle, and carrying water.

The muscles all over the body tensed up and made a whooshing sound. He walked down the stairs one after another, which was quite impressive.

Why can't I practice martial arts now?

Yang Liang stood firm and wiped the sweat from his forehead, still feeling a little unconvinced.

I don’t know where my current strength is considered among warriors.

"Ah Liang, Ah Liang..."

At this time, there was a knock on the door suddenly, which startled Yang Liang.

He pushed open the door and poked his head out, and saw Zhao Quan and several long-term workers standing outside the door.

Yang Liang felt guilty as a thief. Could it be that his affair with Li Juhong was exposed and Zhao Quan led his men to arrest him.

"Uncle Quan, what happened? I was sleeping?"

"What are you sleeping on? Get up and keep vigil."

"Oh, I'll put on some clothes."

Yang Liang put on a piece of clothing and mingled with the crowd.

Zhao Quan walked in the front, holding a gong in his hand, and there were people behind him holding a clapper.

"Zhao Tou, when do we take a break?"

"Isn't this just the beginning?"

"Let's take a break and start again."

"What's for dinner tonight? It won't be steamed buns again."

Zhao Quan ignored it and struck the gong with a hammer, making a clanging sound.

"It's dry, be careful with candles."

A group of people held up sticks and hoes and walked around Niujia Village several times.

Finally, I was a little tired from walking, so I rested against the big wall of Niu's courtyard.

"Do you think there are really bandits here?"

"Why not? The knife is stuck in the door. Such a long knife..." Yang Liang squatted in the corner, looking at the vast night in front of him, listening to the gossip of the long-term workers, but he was also absent-minded and had already drifted away.

He thought again of Li Juhong from Xiaoli Village and the big buns he had promised last night.

I'm so hungry now, it would be great if I had two buns to eat.

Yang Liangliang counted the time silently in his mind. Looking at the current weather, if he evacuated now, he would be able to go to Xiaoli Village in time and come back before dawn if he walked faster.

If it were any later, I'm afraid it would be too late.

"Uncle Quan, is it time to start dinner?"

"What are you going to eat, Ah Liang? Why are you following them?"

"I'm hungry." Yang Liang touched his shriveled belly.

"Don't be in a hurry, I've already prepared it for you. Cabbage stewed with tofu will make you happy." Zhao Quan stood up, relaxed his shoulders and said, "Let's go, follow me for another round."

At this moment, there was a sudden sound of an arrow and a whoosh, and it felt like my eardrum was about to be pierced.

"What's that sound!"

Zhao Quan was so frightened that he fell down and his feet fell to the ground. The long-term workers around him were also in a mess.

"Bandits, bandits are really here!"

Yang Liang's heart was also pounding, but after all, he was a man of two generations and was more courageous than others.

He looked into the distance. It was dark all around, but he couldn't see anything.

He grabbed the gong on the ground, raised the gong mallet, banged it hard, and shouted at the top of his lungs:
"The bandits are coming!"

This shout woke up the entire Niujia Village.

Suddenly, a black shadow rushed over from a distance, crossing the courtyard wall in one step.

This is the warrior.

Yang Liang suddenly became interested and boldly chased after him. He came to the gate and leaned out half of his body.

I saw that figure rushing in from the outside, with a clean body, like an old ape in the mountains, and rushed up to the roof of the main room in a few steps.

Lanterns were lit one after another, and the Niu family courtyard was in a panic, and everyone was like headless flies.

"My brother is traveling here. Because he is short of money, he wants to borrow a piece of traveling expenses."

At this time, Wang Hong stepped on the ladder and climbed up to the roof step by step.

He stood firm on the ridge of the tiles and raised his hands: "Friends in the martial arts world, I am the lion-headed Wang Hong. I have been invited by my employer to keep the house safe here."

"It turns out to be Master Wang Hongwang. I didn't know you were here, and I offended you."

Yang Liang's heart moved. He didn't expect that Wang Hong really had some reputation in the world. It seemed that there was no need to take action this time.

It's best not to take action, and there is no need to risk one's life for the Niu family.

Snapped!
A hand fell on Yang Liang's shoulder. Yang Liang was startled and turned around. Zhao Quan stood behind him.

"Uncle Quan, what are you doing? If you scare someone, you will scare them to death."

"A-Liang, my wife asked me to say a few words to you." Zhao Quan said with a sneaky look, "We'll see where this bandit goes later. You two strong long-term workers will work together to find a way to catch him."

Yang Liang was taken aback and said, "I think Master Wang has a good conversation with him, so there's no need to do anything, right?"

"What are you talking about? That's 100 taels in vain. Have you ever seen so much silver?" Zhao Quan said: "Didn't you see? There is only one bandit. We can't capture him even if we work together."

Yang Liang thought about it and realized that this was also in line with the character of the landowner's mother-in-law. 100 taels of silver was almost equal to cutting out her flesh.

But what does this matter have to do with Zhao Quan, and why is he so active?

No wonder Li Alian said that he was used to being a coward, so he was only loyal.

"Uncle Quan, you also know that I am still young, and the key is that I am not married yet." Yang Liang said, "Actually, I am afraid of bandits."

"Five taels of silver."

Zhao Quan raised his palm and waved it vigorously in the air: "You long-term workers will share it together, one or two for each person."

Suddenly, Yang Liang felt pitiful for Zhao Quan and at the same time felt pitiful for himself.

In the eyes of others, just one tael of silver can make you risk your life.

(End of this chapter)