On her wedding night, she went into exile with her pharmacy arsenal

This is Yaofeng Village.

The boss’s surname is Feng, and he has a face full of pockmarks, so people call him Feng Damp-Blemish.

He also had a military advisor under him named Hou Bulai, who had a pointed face and monkey-like appearance, and his eyes were rolling around.

"Captain, this is a fat sheep. These two carts of food are enough for our village to eat for a year."

Feng Damazi picked his teeth. His face was still red from drinking. "I see. The news came just in time and was accurate. Take a thousand taels of silver and send someone to deliver it."

Hou Bulai sucked his teeth and whispered, "One thousand taels, great village chief, isn't that too much?"

Feng Damazi was stunned: "Isn't this done according to the agreed rules?"

"But this time it's different," Hou Bulai said, "We lost several brothers this time, and we need money for funeral expenses and resettlement expenses. There's nothing over there, just a piece of news, it's too valuable."

He took a step forward, lowering his voice even more seductively: "They don't know anything over there, and they don't know we got so much."

Feng Damazi blinked and stopped talking.

Hou Bulai did not urge him and waited quietly for his reply.

In the silence, a soldier ran in: "Report, great leader, two people came outside, saying they are your old friends."

Feng Damazi blinked his eyes and burped, "Old friend? Where do I get any old friends? That's really weird."

Hou Bulai frowned and curled his lips: "Is it possible that some poor guy who can't even afford to eat heard about the reputation of our village master and came here to beg for money?"

"Come to the mountain village to beg for money?" Feng Damazi laughed, "You are so brave."

The soldier said, "Master, Advisor, I don't think those two are here to take advantage of you."

Wearing a fur coat, leading a fine horse, carrying a sword, he looks more noble than the village chief. Why is he doing this?

Feng Damazi was curious and stood up slowly: "Let's go and take a look."

Hou Bulai hurriedly followed.

When he arrived outside the village gate, Feng Damazi squinted his eyes and saw two people standing at the door from afar.

A man wearing a black cloak, with a tall and slender figure, as straight as a pine tree, and beside him is a tall white horse with a big head. Its snow-white fur is like flawless snow satin, which makes people's eyes a little painful.

She wore a white jade crown on her head, her brows and eyes were calm and cool, and she was talking to the man beside her with her head tilted.

The other man was wearing a blue cloak and a white brocade robe. His face was also a little pale and he was handsome and outstanding.

But he didn't know him.

However, he recognized the man in the black cloak and leading the white horse.

Not only did he recognize him, but the memories of the dead began to assault him again, frightening him so much that he almost sobered up.

He quickly took a few quick steps and put away his arrogance.

"Master Li, it's really you! How did you find time to come here?" Feng Damazi was all smiles. "You didn't even tell me you were coming. I should have fired cannons to sweep the streets and opened the gates to welcome you."

Li Jingyao turned to look at him and smiled faintly: "Master Feng, long time no see."

Feng Damazi blushed: "Look at what you said. How dare I call myself the village chief in front of you?"

"Come on, please come in."

Li Jingyao didn't hesitate and entered the village with Wen Kexing.

"Boss, how come you have time to come here?" Feng Damazi asked cautiously.

"I was just passing by. My brother and I went to Shencheng to do trade and make some money. I heard that you were here, so I came to see you. It has been eight years since we last met. It seems that you are doing well."

Feng Damazi's throat was rolling. He wanted to respond but didn't dare to. If he didn't say anything, he was afraid that Li Jingyao would misunderstand him, so he could only laugh dryly.

When I entered the hall, the remaining seats had not been cleared yet.

Feng Damazi hurriedly asked people to clean up and set up the banquet again.

"Do you have guests here?" Li Jingyao asked casually.

"No, no, I don't have many friends. I also remember the teachings of the boss and don't hurt the common people."

Li Jingyao nodded and sat in the first seat: "Then you can still drink by yourself, you are in a good mood."

Feng Damazi's face almost froze with laughter: "It's... it's not that the weather is cold, I just suddenly got in the mood, and I have nothing to do anyway. Haha."

Li Jingyao didn't respond, and Feng Damazi didn't know what to say.

He really respected and feared Li Jingyao.

Back then he also made a living on the water, and following the boss he was considered a prominent figure on the water. However, because the boss was cruel and ruthless, he killed the lives of everyone on the entire boat. Later he heard that the owner of the boat was a good man, and his surviving son had a crippled arm, and he brought all the remaining family assets to seek help from Li Jingyao.

Li Jingyao led his men to seek justice for the deceased, and the water stronghold that had been rampant disappeared.

Feng Damazi was not the village chief at that time. He did not participate in the incident because he had a stomachache. He begged for a long time and was luckily let go by Li Jingyao. From then on, he dared not to make a living in the water village anymore. He came to the northwest and joined his sworn brothers. Later, his brothers were captured and beheaded, and he became the village chief.

Seeing Li Jingyao again today was like seeing the God of Killing again, and all those bad memories came back to me.

Fortunately, the banquet was set up, making the atmosphere less awkward.

After they sat down, Li Jingyao sat in the main seat as usual.

Hou Bulai also sat down behind Feng Damazi, and Li Jingyao glanced over at him.

Hou Bulai's body stiffened, and Feng Damazi quickly urged him in a low voice: "Hurry up, there is no place for you to sit here."

Hou Bulai quickly stood up and stepped aside, but he was not quite convinced in his heart.

Normally he is a popular figure in front of the village chief, second only to him and above everyone else in the village.

Have you ever suffered such humiliation?

Who is this pretty boy? He is so arrogant.

Humph.

"Captain, I'll go get two jars of good wine."

Hou Bulai turned around and ran to the storehouse, where they found the things they had just robbed, including several jars of fine wine.

He moved a jar, thought for a while, checked to see if there was anyone around, took out a paper bag from his arms, opened the seal, and poured out the powder in the bag.

As it grew darker, lights and torches were lit inside and outside the hall.

Li Jingyao raised his eyelids to look at Hou Bulai who came in holding the jar.

"Great village chief, two distinguished guests, this is the fine wine that is treasured in our village. Usually, the great village chief is reluctant to take it out to drink, but today you two are here, come, let's get drunk."

As he spoke, he put the wine on the table. Feng Damazi also said, "Boss, how about you try this wine?"

Li Jingyao nodded and poured three bowls of wine. Feng Damazi personally brought two bowls over and placed them in front of them.

Li Jingyao and Wen Kexing looked at each other and lowered their heads to look at the wine bowls.

"The color of the wine is dark amber, clean and transparent, and the aroma is mellow and rich. It is indeed a good wine," Li Jingyao picked up the wine bowl and took a sip.

He raised his eyebrows: "Good wine."

Feng Damazi smiled happily and took a sip as well. After it went down his throat, he couldn't help but exclaim, "Great wine!"

Li Jingyao said, "This should be the Jiang family's famous wine, Jinlichun, which costs nearly 100 taels per jar. Village leader Feng, you are so lucky to be willing to spend so much."