heavy weapon is king

Chapter 48 Heading to Green Bamboo Ridge

At this moment, outside a grass pavilion at the foot of Heifengling Mountain, nearly a hundred people staying behind in the cottage, led by Fang Fatty and Dong Changqiang, are seeing off with Nie Zheng and other brigades who are about to leave for Shenjiazhai .

Under the guard of Zhang Long, Zhao Hu, and Fang Yuanzhi, the new guard, Nie Zheng rolled over and climbed onto the horse's back.

At this time, Fatty Fang, who was standing under the horse, handed the rein to Fang Yuanzhi's hand, looked at him deeply, and repeatedly asked: "Yuanzhi, this time, the head of the family will be kind enough to transfer you to follow. From now on, you must learn to observe words and deeds, share your worries for the master, and learn from the master, you know?"

Fang Yuanzhi couldn't hide the excitement in his eyes, and said firmly, "Well, I know."

Nie Zheng, who was sitting on the horseback, was full of joy and comfort when he saw Fatty Fang, and he knew very well that it was a great favor for him to transfer Fang Yuanzhi to his side as his personal guard. Estimated to be full of gratitude.

At this moment, Zhang Dazhuang and the others standing aside pretended to be impatient and joked: "Master Fang, we are only going to Shenjiazhai this time, and it is not a farewell to life or death. You are such a mother-in-law, why are you sad? If it continues like this, it will probably be dark."

"Hahaha……"

As soon as this remark came out, everyone around burst into laughter, which made Fatty Fang a little embarrassed.

Especially Fang Yuanzhi, who has a good face by nature, saw that all the leaders next to him were making fun of their father and son, and suddenly, blushing, he urged in a low voice: "Okay, okay, father, go back quickly, everyone is here Waiting to hurry."

Hearing this, Fatty Fang quickly retreated to the side of the road, cupped his hands towards Nie Zheng who was on the horse, and said, "Master, please be careful on the way to Shenjiazhai."

Nie Zheng also smiled back and said: "After we leave the mountain, the affairs of the Heifeng Village will be taken care of by Village Master Lao Fang."

"The village master is serious, this is the job of the subordinates."

"Hall Master Fang, it's getting late now, you all should lead the brothers back to the village, we are also on our way."

After saying that, Nie Zheng rode his horse and raised his whip, and shouted loudly: "Brothers, let's go to Qingzhu Ridge!"

"Yes, Village Master!..."

Under the sudden response of a group of bandits, more than 300 Heifeng elites whipped their horsewhips one after another and drove the convoy forward.

And the leader Nie Zheng, under the protection of Zhang Long and others, quickly followed behind the team.

Just before the team had advanced a hundred meters, all of a sudden, everyone could only hear the voice of children shouting from behind the team.

"The master! The master!..."

Hearing this sound, Nie Zheng hurriedly stopped his horse, turned his head to look, and saw a thin figure in the distance, holding a wooden box, stumbling towards him.

"Small blog?"

Seeing this scene, Nie Zheng's heart moved, he hurriedly got off his horse, and walked quickly to meet the thin figure, while Fang Zhiyuan and the three behind him followed closely.

At this time, Xiao Zhi, who was running wildly, staggered suddenly, his thin body fell heavily on the ground, and immediately, the wooden box he was holding tightly in his arms rolled over far away, As the lid of the wooden box was flipped open, the dark red sour plums inside were scattered all over the floor.

"Be careful, Xiao Zhi!"

Nie Zheng rushed to him quickly, helped the little guy up, patted the dust off his body, and blamed him with concern: "You don't stay on the mountain well, what are you doing after you?"

Xiao Zhi lowered his head and rubbed his elbow that was hurt by the fall, and breathed out the pain. Seeing this, Fang Yuanzhi, who was standing behind Nie Zheng, rushed to Xiao Zhi, grabbed one of Xiao Zhi's arms, Kneading for him to activate the blood.

After a while, Xiao Zhi looked up at Nie Zheng, squinted his eyes, grinned innocently and said: "I learned that the head of the family is going to the Shenjiazhai today, so Xiao Zhi went to the mountain yesterday to pick some autumn plums for his wife. When sending people to visit Xiaozhi, they always say that they like to eat the autumn plums that Xiaozhi picks, so Xiaozhi can take it to heart."

Nie Zheng was amused by the cuteness and stupidity of this little guy, and said, "Are you out of your mind? Knowing that I'm leaving today, why didn't you send me over last night?"

"Last night, the autumn plums were not ripe yet. Xiao Zhi was worried that it would not be sweet to send to his wife, so he planned to give it to the head of the house in the morning. But just now when he went to the house of the head of the house, everyone had already gone down the mountain, so he had to chase down."

After speaking, Xiao Zhi bent down, ready to pick up the sour plums scattered on the ground.

Seeing this scene, Nie Zheng and others, together with Xiaozhi, quickly picked up all the black and red sour plums that fell on the ground, and returned them to the small wooden box.

Xiaozhi arranged the autumn plums, carefully covered them with green leaves, and finally handed the wooden box to Nie Zheng, saying: "Master, remember to give the autumn plums to Madam for Xiaozhi."

Nie Zheng handed the wooden box to Fang Yuanzhi, who was standing beside him, and slowly picked up the thin Xiao Zhi, saying, "Xiao Zhi, you might as well go to Shenjiazhai with me."

Xiao Zhi shook his head and said, "Xiao Zhi is not going anywhere, just stay in Heifeng Village."

Hearing this, Nie Zheng sighed secretly, knowing that Xiao Zhi's character was withdrawn and fearful, he pinched his little face immediately, and said seductively, "Don't you want to see Madam?"

Xiaozhi grinned, "I think so, so the head of the family must bring his wife back to Heifengzhai."

Nie Zheng nodded, proudly said: "That's natural!"

After saying that, he put Xiao Zhi down slowly.

"Go back, don't run down the mountain alone, it's not safe."

Xiao Zhi nodded obediently, and trotted all the way back to the mountain, halfway there, the little guy suddenly stopped, turned around, looked at Nie Zheng from a distance and smiled: "The candy that the boss gave Xiao Zhi last night People are so sweet, Xiaozhi wants to keep it, and when his wife returns to the mountain, she will share half of it to taste, because it was made by the head of the family."

After speaking, the little guy bounced back.

Looking at Xiao Zhi's thin and frail back leaving happily, Nie Zheng couldn't help but shook his head and smiled, "This silly boy, isn't he short-hearted..."

At this time, Zhao Hu looked at the team that was gradually going away, and hurriedly reminded: "Village Master, it's time for us to go on the road, Zhang Zhang and the others have already gone far."

Nie Zheng nodded, and with Zhang Long's assistance, he turned over and climbed onto the horse, "Let's go, follow! Yuanzhi, you have to keep that box of autumn plums safe, and don't shake it to pieces, otherwise, if Xiaozhi knows I can't forgive you."

"Understood, village master!"

After saying that, a group of people took the reins and quickly chased towards the team ahead.

Nie Zheng sat on the horseback, bumping his body, and asked casually: "By the way, Yuanzhi, why did you suddenly think of going to Kunlun Mountain to study art last time? Are there really strange people in Kunlun Mountain? Where did you come from?" Did it come from hearsay?"

"Many years ago, I overheard Mr. Yi mentioning..."

(End of this chapter)