The Bandit’s Strategy

[Chapter 1-Rumors of Bandits Can Be Cruel] You scholar can eat a little too.

The dusk was heavy, and a gust of wind whizzed through the courtyard, sweeping up countless yellow fallen leaves.

In the Yamen study, a dim yellow candle was bounced slightly. The prefect, who had just taken office, was carefully checking the accounts with his books and abacus.

After half an hour, he finally came to a conclusion with a frown.

This vast city is really poor and poor...

The vast city is poor because there are bandits on the mountains outside the city. They are said to be very vicious, not to mention ordinary people, even the yamen dared to **** it. It is for this reason that the previous prefects were all five big and three strong men, and there was even a Wu Tanhua. Unfortunately, he resigned and resigned after a short while, and even one person directly returned to the mountain with his seal-the vast city over time. His reputation spread in officialdom, and no one wanted to come.

The new prefect, named Wen Liunian, is a thin and weak nerd. He was originally a small county magistrate in Shuzhong, but one day he came up with an order to beat the gongs and drums to promote him from Wenzhi County. Went to Wen Zhifu, packaged and sent to the boundless city. The former governor looked forward to day and night, but he was the savior of Pan. He couldn’t help crying. He almost finished everything within an hour, and rolled out of the city with his family all night with his burdens and his family members. I don't want to wait too much for the meal time.

Looking at the gray and dilapidated government office, Master Wen's entourage was desperate.

And looking at the new prefect who has no power to bind the chicken, the people in the vast city are also very desperate-it looks like the wind blows down, how to bring the officers and soldiers to suppress the bandits, it is simply sad!

Wen Liunian didn't take it seriously. On the first day he took office, he led the yamen and the old mother to clean up, and then invited a local scholar to be the teacher, intending to read all the backlog files.

The master's name is Mu Qingshan. He is dressed in white and has a folding fan. His eyebrows are soft and his voice is quiet, and his waist is like a woman. He stands with Wen Liunian. No matter how you look at it, they were both crushed and beaten by bandits on the ground. Looks.

The people couldn't help but began to wipe their tears for their official master. It is said that the Yunlan City under his jurisdiction was so rich that he was transferred to the Boundless City for no reason. It was a bitter life.

"Before I came, I had also heard about the Boundless City." Wen Liunian sighed while looking through the dossier, "but I didn't expect it to be like this."

"There's no other way." Mu Qingshan sighed, "The soil here is originally barren, and the road to the outside is blocked. In addition, there are bandits in the mountains. It is good for the people to barely make ends meet. Naturally, it is not better than that in the south of Sichuan. It’s rich in fish and rice."

"That can't be poor for generations." Wen Liunian stood up, "I'll go for a walk, do you want to go together?"

Mu Qingshan looked at the sun, wondering, "I asked a few local folks to come over to repair the house, I'm afraid it will come soon."

"It's okay." Seeing that he had other things, Wen Liunian didn't reluctantly left the government office alone, planning to look around.

At noon, most people are resting after eating, so there are not many people on the street. The boundary of the poor mountains and bad waters is naturally not as prosperous as Yunlan City, and there are not many shops. It took only about an hour for Wen Liunian to remember the layout of the city seven or eight eight, looking at the time it was still early. So he went out of the city gate again, planning to go to the farmland of the neighboring village to take a walk.

The soil in Cangwangcheng is poor, so the fields are full of rough and lively crops. Soybeans are harvesting. Wen Liunian stood on the ridge and stretched out his hands, trying to pinch a pod to see how it grows.

"Hey!" Before the pod was picked, there was a sudden yelling behind him.

Wen Liunian instinctively turned his head, when he saw a rock flying toward him, he hurried to hide in a panic, but he didn't pay attention to his footing, so he shouted in exclamation and Gululu rolled into the soybean field.

…

"Who are you?" Wen Liunian was frightened, and finally climbed up. Although there was no water in the ground, his face was covered with dirt.

"You really are..." The other party looked at him with an expression that was indescribable, and strode forward to pick up a baggage from the ground.

Only then did Wen Liunian see that the thing that had just flown towards him was not a stone, but a small cloth bag.

But using a cloth bag to hit people is nothing better!

"Seeing that you want to steal food, you are probably hungry." The other party opened the cloth bag and threw another steamed bun over, "Here, raw beans will be poisoned if you eat them."

Wen Liunian picked it up quite accurately this time. He looked at the white-faced buns in his hand and felt a little surprised. Only then did he take a closer look at the other person's appearance.

He was about twenty years old, with a knife hanging around his waist, his hair was a bit messy, his expression looked fierce, his nose was high, and his narrow eyes had a trace of disdain and impatience. He was obviously also a violent temper.

"What are you looking at!" The other party frowned.

"Thank you very much." Wen Liunian handed over his salute, Wen Zou Zou said, "I don't know this hero—"

Before he finished speaking, the other party had already walked past him.

"Wait for me." Wen Liunian hurried to follow along all the way.

The opponent quickened his pace.

Wen Liunian simply began to run wild.

The other party had to stop the headache.

Wen Liunian panted, "This hero, me, cough cough."

The other party shook his head, knelt down to open the baggage, and stuffed him all the buns, "Is this enough to eat?"

"No, it's not." Wen Liunian waved his hand.

"Not enough?" The other party looked at him with the eyes of a rice bucket, and said that this scholar looks very thin, how can he eat it, and the appetite is too big.

"It's not a steamed bun." Wen Liunian could finally catch his breath, "This hero is going to the mountain?"

"Yes." The other party nodded, "Do you want to go the same way?"

"Not really, I live in the city." Wen Liunian said, "But there are bandits in the vast mountains, and it will be dark now. If the hero wants to enter the mountain alone, I'm afraid he will be in danger."

"Bandit?" The other party was amused when he heard the words, "Are you worried that I will be robbed?"

"It is said to be very cruel." Wen Liunian said, "If you are not in a hurry, it is better to live in the city for a while. After four days, there will be local villagers bringing a caravan and bypassing the Cangmang Mountains out of the city."

"It's such a big mountain, I'm afraid it will take a lot of effort to go around." The other party reminded.

"That's no way." Wen Liunian sighed, "Bandits are rampant in the mountains, so it's better to be safe."

"Are you from the city?" The other party seemed to be interested, and asked casually.

"It hasn't been long since we moved here." Wen Liunian replied, "There are relatives in the local area." When faced with a stranger, even if he had just been assigned a bun, he was not sincere enough to show his whole family.

"It's getting dark, go back soon." The other party didn't continue talking with him, and after finishing his luggage, he planned to continue walking into the mountains.

Wen Liunian shook his head in his heart. Although the other party looked like a kung fu, it was obviously not an easy task to deal with the bandits in the mountains with one enemy and one hundred. So he just thought of continuing to persuade a few words, but suddenly in the distance There was a sound of horns.

Smoke billowed at the end of the mountain road, and a dozen men in black were riding horses all the way. Wen Liunian was shocked when he saw this. It seemed that this posture was almost certainly a bandit, surrounded by farmland, and there was nowhere to hide. In a hurry, he only dragged the man and jumped into the field.

"What are you doing?" The opponent was caught off guard, staggering a few times and almost fell.

"Hush..." Wen Liunian made a silent gesture to him, "The bandits are here, hurry down and hide."

"Are you afraid of being caught by the bandits?" The other party casually broke a dog's tail grass and swept his nose.

"Aye!" Wen Liunian sneezed.

"Hide well, I'm going home." The other person stood up and jumped up the ridge with one hand.

Then he was dragged back by Wen Liunian, "Squat well!" Very majestic as a parent official.

"You nerd really..." The other party couldn't laugh or cry. "Do you know what a bandit looks like?"

"Naturally I have seen it." Wen Liunian took out a booklet from his arms. After opening the first page, he painted a vicious and evil person with unkempt hair and a huge mole on his left cheek. Carrying a big knife, you can see at a glance that it is not a good person.

"The painting is quite alike." The other party touched his chin and whispered to himself.

"His name is Zhao Yue, the bandit leader in the vast mountains." Wen Liunian said.

"What?!" The other party widened his eyes upon hearing this.

"He is the bandit leader." Wen Liunian repeated with a good temper, "His name is Zhao Yue."

Before the words fell, the forehead was knocked hard.

"Nerdy." The other party gave him a stern look, "This person is called Wang Tianhu, nicknamed Wang Dadao, not Zhao Yue, so remember it next time you tell someone!"

"How can you know so clearly?" Wen Liunian frowned.

The other party jumped on the ridge, took out a jade whistle from his arms, and blew it close to his mouth.

The whistle sound was clear and melodious, and it reached the ears of the head of the horse team. He waved his hand and ordered a timeout. After a long glance, he turned his horse's head and galloped forward, "Master!"

"Who are you?" Wen Liunian was surprised.

The man neatly turned on his horse, tightened his rein and raised his eyebrows to look at him, "Zhao Yue."

Wen Liunian took a breath.

"Don't remember the wrong face again." Zhao Yue's tone was a little ridiculous, and then he spurred his horse and said loudly, "Brothers, go back to the mountain!"

"Yes!" The voices of the other dozen people were uniform, and countless smoke and dust were brought up by rolling horseshoes. Wen Liunian stood in the field, his head and face covered with dirt.

The people in the city are spreading that Zhao Yue is a big bandit in the boundless mountains. He has always killed people without blinking. He has a powerful force and a Jiyue knife in his hand. As long as there is no human blood for three days, he will be buzzing and restless in the middle of the night. It is an evil thing more insidious than Chi Yan Sword.

But rumors in the market seem to be inaccurate-at least this portrait is inaccurate.

Wen Liunian opened the pamphlet and looked at the evil spirit on the first page. Then he thought about the talented young man. He felt that even if the painter's eyes were not good enough, he wouldn't be able to draw like this-the difference is more than ten. There is nothing in common except for those who are all men.

The booklet was drawn and distributed by the government, mainly to help the people identify the major bandit leaders in the mountains, so that they can run faster when they encounter them in the future. Wen Liunianzai carefully looked through more than a dozen portraits, but still didn't find anyone who was similar in appearance to the person who claimed to be "Zhao Yue" just now, so he patted the soil on his body and planned to go back to the Yamen to ask Mu Qingshan.

"My lord, what's the matter?" Within the mansion, Mu Qingshan was watching the craftsman mending the roof, and when Wen Liunian came back covered with dirt, he was taken aback.

"Have you seen Zhao Yue?" Wen Liunian asked him.

"Naturally, I haven't seen it." Mu Qingshan shook his head quickly, "It is said that out of ten people who have seen him will never survive. Your lord, don't curse me."

"Where did this portrait come from?" Wen Liunian took out the booklet.

"According to the people's dictation." Mu Qingshan said, "Bandits have been infested in the vast mountains for a long time, and there will always be people in this city who have seen it."

"In other words, you can't do it accurately." Wen Liunian thoughtfully, "Where is Wang Tianhu, who is nicknamed Wang Dadao?"

"This person is also one of the bandits in the boundless mountains. He went into the city and robbed him several times." Mu Qingshan said, "But when it comes to brutality, he is far inferior to Zhao Yue."

"What has Zhao Yue done?" Wen Liunian asked.

"Master, wait a minute." Mu Qingshan entered the study, and soon he took out a large stack of files, some of which were even yellowish on the edge of the paper. "These cases are all related to Zhao Yue. Adults can watch them slowly."

Wen Liunian was shocked by the number first, then he drew out a book and opened it after blowing the dust off, and was shocked by the year again. "In the thirty-seventh year of Zhaochu, Zhao Yue's gangs have already begun to rampage in the boundless city?"

Mu Qingshan nodded, "According to the records in the dossier, it is true. It's just that I was still in the infancy back then, so the specific situation is not very clear."

In the 37th year of Zhaochu, the first emperor reigned. Even if Zhao Yue was in his early thirties this year, he was nothing more than a yellow-mouthed kid. How could he lead hundreds of horses into the city to burn, kill, and plunder? What's more, judging from what we have seen today, he is at most in his twenties.

Wen Liunian frowned slightly and put the file back.

Either the person I saw today was not Zhao Yue at all, but the other bandits, or these files were false. But no matter what kind, as a local parent official, there is absolutely no reason to ignore it.

Wen Liunian pondered for a moment, and then called Mu Qingshan, "Is there a painter in this city?"

"Yes." Master said, "I live next door to the Yamen. I am a talent who has fallen out of the rankings. He has a mediocre literary talent and good drawing skills."

Wen Liunian nodded, "Go and invite him over, just say that the officer has something to ask for."