The Bandit’s Strategy

[Chapter 8-Clearly an ancestor] Bookworms are not easy to mess with

Facts have proved that Wen Da's talents are indeed extraordinary, and because he has been deeply involved in the folks over the years, compared to when he was first admitted to the exploration of flowers, he has a bit more scent of fireworks in his writing. The story is extremely simple and vivid, and he understands that the people want it most. What to look at.

While Mu Qingshan helped him dry the ink stains, he arranged the story in order.

Hundreds of years ago, the city was full of demons and ghosts, and the people were anxious all day long. They didn't even dare to leave the door when they stayed at home. Life was very difficult because of food and clothing. Fortunately, Zhao Yue, the great general of Xuanwu from the immortal realm, led the heavenly soldiers and generals, wearing tens of thousands of golden lights and falling from the sky, sweeping away the disaster for the people in one fell swoop.

However, despite the demon chaos, the city was already devastated, and the people had to brave the scorching sun to reclaim wasteland. General Zhao saw that he was sympathetic to the hardships of the people's livelihood, so he recruited God from the heavens, such as Lord Earth, Lord Stove, God of Wealth, Seven Fairies, Dragon King, Yushi Feng Bo, Lord Lu Ban, Zhong Kui, Tota Heavenly King and so on. All of a sudden, the city was filled with fragrance of flowers, the rice ears were hanging down in the fields, the houses were tall and gorgeous, and everyone was well-dressed. Every household was full of grain and silver bins.

Of course, because he is not sure whether Zhao Yue is a good person, Master Wen still did not disclose his name this time, but instead replaced him with "Young Master Zhao" as before.

"Master, what do you think of the story?" Wen Liunian asked.

Mu Qingshan was silent for a moment, "Sir, do you want to listen to the truth?"

"Nature." Wen Liunian nodded.

Mu Qingshan said, "Somewhat absurd."

"The absurdity is right, the more absurd, the more people will like it." Wen Liunian said, "Otherwise you will write a story about a farmer who is honestly farming and marrying a wife, and no one wants to read it carefully."

"I still feel that this adult's move is a bit risky." Mu Qingshan said, "Now you and I are only relying on the confession of Wang Tianhu and other bandits to speculate that Zhao Yue is not a big treacherous person, but in fact, it is also inaccurate. "

"It's not just Wang Tianhu's confession." Wen Liunian said.

Mu Qingshan thought for a while, and then said, "There is another steamed bun."

Wen Liunian nodded, "Master, please continue."

Mu Qingshan said, "But even if you add steamed buns, it doesn't tell you much. If Zhao Yue is actually a big villain in his bones, then the adult has portrayed him into such a sought-after image. After the people saw it, it was difficult to regard him as a bandit leader." And according to the popularity of those portraits in the city, Master Mu even felt that as long as Zhao Yue gave an order, countless fanatical people would enter the palace.

"Master is worrying too much." Wen Liunian smiled, "I have considered this a long time ago."

"You can't rely on Tengyun Fort for everything." Mu Qingshan said.

"I'm willing to rely on everything." Shang Yunze came in with a bowl of white fungus porridge, "What are you talking about?"

"Master Shangbao." Wen Liunian glanced at the porridge bowl, "We are talking about Zhao Yue."

"There are many more in the kitchen, adults can send someone to serve it." Shang Yunze handed the bowl to Mu Qingshan, "eat something to warm up." It was cold in the early winter, and people were thin and weak, and they would be blown away by the wind at any time.

"Thank you." Mu Qingshan was obviously not interested in porridge, and continued, "My lord hasn't answered my question. Now Zhao Yue's influence in the city is too great, even surpassing the government. In case he is really a villain, the adults will want to how to respond?"

"Just talking about this?" Shang Yunze laughed at the words, "I don't have to worry about it. It is the official support. If you are not a good person, it is easy to step on the soles of your feet."

"What do you say?" Mu Qingshan asked.

"Even if there are portraits everywhere in the city now, no one knows who the last name of the person in the painting is. They only use Zhao Gongzi instead." Shang Yunze said, "So what the people pursue is actually only the people in the painter Cao's pen. , Not the bandit leader in the boundless mountains."

"That's right." Wen Liunian also nodded, "If Zhao Yue does get into the city one day, he will post a text saying that he is a fairy in the vast mountains, and he will transform into the appearance of Young Master Zhao in an attempt to confuse people. The people will naturally rush to put him on the pyre and set him alight." After all, it's just a bandit, but he still dared to pretend to be the handsome and charming son of Yushu Linfeng, who is gentle and kind in everyone's hearts.

"Snee." In the vast mountains, the head of Zhao Da swished cold sweat on his back.

"That's it." Mu Qingshan had an epiphany.

"I'm going to find a few booksellers." Wen Liunian said, "the printing will be stereotyped tomorrow."

"I'll go." Mu Qingshan said, "My lord is tired after writing for a day."

"It's okay." Wen Liunian walked out, "I just happened to be on my way. Go to the kitchen to eat a bowl of porridge."

Slightly hungry.

Mu Qingshan sorted out the manuscripts on the table.

"It's not hot now." Shang Yunze handed the bowl over again, "Done."

"Thank you Lord Shangbao." Mu Qingshan took the bowl and sat at the table to eat slowly. "

That's a slow speed...

But it is only natural for a nerd to eat slowly, so Shang Yunze was very interested and sat opposite him and stared.

Mu Qingshan is like a light on his back, "What's the matter with Lord Shangbao?"

"It's okay." Shang Yunze knocked on the table, "Do you have anything to do tomorrow?"

"Yes." Mu Qingshan nodded.

"What about the day after tomorrow?" Shang Yunze asked again.

"There are also." Mu Qingshan said, "Recently, more than a hundred bandits have been put into prison, and people have to be sent to the top. There are many projects under construction in the city, and there are many things to be busy."

"Little bookworm." Shang Yunze looked at him.

"What's the matter?" Mu Qingshan put down his spoon.

Shang Yunze said, "How about going to dinner tomorrow?"

"Going to eat together?" Mu Qingshan was puzzled.

"There are no good restaurants in this city, but there is a small shop that is not bad." Shang Yunze said, "Take you to eat autumn fish."

"I don't eat fish." Mu Qingshan shook his head.

"Then go for spicy fried chicken." Shang Yunze said again.

"Don't eat spicy food."

"mutton soup."

"Don't eat coriander and garlic."

Shang Yunze stared, bent his fingers and knocked on his head, "Did you deliberately **** me off?"

"Naturally not." Mu Qingshan was wronged and covered his head, "I just don't eat, not even sweet ones."

Shang Yunze is speechless, no wonder he eats white fungus porridge like medicine.

Knowing that most of the literati have some problems, but so many problems are really rare. Seeing him look like he was being bullied, Lord Shang Bao simply took the remaining half a bowl of porridge and ate a few spoonfuls of it.

Mu Qingshan:...

"Go." Shang Yunze pulled him up to his feet.

"What are you going to do?" Mu Qingshan asked.

"Go out for supper." Shang Yunze asked all the way, "What else is not to eat?"

"…carrot."

"and?"

"Fatty."

"and!"

"Boiled potatoes."

"..."

"No wonder he's so thin." Shang Yunze gritted his teeth and turned on his horse while holding him, "How come there are so many problems." The nerd is also picky eaters!

Mu Qingshan rubbed his hands, it was a bit cold.

Shang Yunze took off his cloak, surrounded the people tightly, took him all the way to the night market, and ate a bowl of light chicken noodles with no fat carrots and absolutely not spicy.

"Where is the master?" Wen Liunian looked around in the mansion.

"I went out with the Lord Shangbao." The sweeping servant said, "The two rode a horse together. They looked in a good mood, and they said they would come back later."

"Very good, very good." Master Wen seemed very satisfied, turned around and slid back to the study.

"Why doesn't the master still rest?" On Chaomu Cliff, Lu Chai jumped onto the roof.

"I always feel a little guilty in my heart." Zhao Yue turned his head, "Do you think my Yintang is getting dark?"

Lu Chai laughed blankly, "It's not just the Yintang's blackening, watching the whole face is blackening."

"I regret it." Zhao Yue frowned slightly.

Lu Zhui paused, and then tentatively said, "Does the master regret coming to Chaomuya?"

Zhao Yue looked into the distance, as if thinking about something.

"If you regret it, it's still too late to get out of the mountain." Lu Zhui smiled, "No matter what decision the master makes, the brothers will follow to the death."

"It's not that I regret coming to Chao Mu Ya." Zhao Yue shook his head.

"What is the master regretting?" Lu Zhui was puzzled.

Zhao Yue said, "I regret that I shouldn't give that steamed bun that day."

Lu Zhui:...

Thinking of the little scholar with a righteous face on the ridge, Zhao Yue had a headache.

Where is the prefect? ​​It's an ancestor who can't afford to provoke...